Long before there were cities, there was a fire. People sat around it at night. They shared the food. They told the stories. They watched each other's children and each other's backs. Nobody around that fire asked, "What's in it for me?" They knew the answer. A person alone did not last long. A person with a tribe did. The village raised the child. The neighbors raised the barn. The elders passed down what they had learned so the young ones did not have to learn it the hard way. Then we got busy. We moved away from where we grew up. We traded the front porch for a screen. Today you can have five thousand friends online and nobody to call at two in the morning. The big changes in life, the ones that matter, are almost impossible to make alone. Leaving the job. Starting over at fifty. Daring to live the way you actually want to live. We are more connected than we have ever been, and yet, more disconnected. You need a fire to sit around. 🔥 You need people who are walking the same road. That is not a luxury. It never was. Hold together. Love one another. Stay Blessed.