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The Lone Wolf Lie: Why Your "Independence" Is Keeping You

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  The Lone Wolf Lie: Why Your "Independence" Is Keeping You You are walking around drained, trying to play the solitary savior. Brother, you’ve been conditioned to believe that asking for backup is a sign of weakness. Sister, you’ve been wearing that "superwoman" cape so long it’s choking out your peace. We have been sold a toxic, exhausting western myth: the illusion of the solo survivor. We were told that power means carrying the weight of the entire world on your shoulders in complete, stoic silence. That isn't sovereignty. That’s a trap. When you isolate yourself under the banner of "I'll just do it myself," you aren't protecting yourself—you are keeping yourself fragmented, fatigued, and easily broken. An old Ashanti proverb warns us: Nsa baako ntumi nkyekyere abandwa — "One hand cannot tie a bundle." Think about that metaphor. A single stick, no matter how strong the wood, snaps with a light flick of the wrist. But bind those s...

Before I get old


 Before I get old

I want to be a part of the greatest story ever told,
before dreams deferred for time bought and sold.
I want to see the world and be sure she sees me
before I get old, before I'm too old.
I want to ride a train and use my passport,
then play a tennis match on a grass court.
I want to go to the opera just to fall asleep
and pretend to pay attention as my wife weeps.
I want to capture the sun and drink from a cloud,
stand on the mountain top to shout out loud.
I want to tell the greatest story that I've ever told,
of life lived to the fullest, before I got old.
The journey begins, the adventure is bold,
a life that's worth living to have and to hold.
I'll become the legend, the hero unsung,
 riding off in the sunset,
but right now I'm too young.





Preston J. Harrison
Founder/President
Imperial Integrative Health Research&Development, LLC.
Home of Oxywater.

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