"It doesn't matter what your background is or where you come from, if you have dreams and goals, that's all that matters." - Serena Williams

Let’s get real for a minute. The talk of indicting James Comey has people foaming at the mouth. For some, it feels like payback day. For others, it’s more proof that politics has turned into one giant food fight. And look — I’m not here to whitewash Comey’s past. The guy’s testimony? Shaky at best. Misleading? Probably. Maybe even chargeable if you wanted to play hardball with the letter of the law. But here’s the thing. Just because you can pull the trigger doesn’t mean you should. Sometimes the higher ground is walking away from the fight altogether. That’s not weakness. That’s wisdom. Justice or Revenge? We love to talk about the “rule of law.” And don’t get me wrong — it matters. Without it, this whole American experiment falls apart. But there’s a fine line between justice and revenge. Justice looks forward. It strengthens institutions. It makes tomorrow safer and fairer. Revenge? That’s just about scoring points. It’s about humiliation. It’s about living in the rearview mirror. Dragging Comey through the mud may feel good for five minutes, but it pushes us deeper into the cycle of political tit-for-tat. And if you haven’t noticed, that cycle is eating us alive. The Higher Ground Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. said it best: “We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love.” That doesn’t mean turning a blind eye. It doesn’t mean pretending the guy didn’t screw up. It means refusing to let hate steer the ship. Think about Charlie Kirk’s wife — staring down the man who tried to take her husband’s life and still choosing forgiveness. That’s courage. That’s strength. If someone can find that kind of grace in the face of violence, don’t tell me we can’t find it in the realm of politics. Forgiveness Is Power We’ve twisted forgiveness into something soft, but the truth is it takes guts. Anybody can lash out. Anybody can throw another log on the fire. Forgiveness? That’s the heavy lift. That’s the choice to break the cycle. That’s the choice to say, “We’re done letting yesterday’s battles dictate tomorrow’s future.”

"Everyone has challenges and lessons to learn. We wouldn't be who we are without them." Sean "Puffy" Combs

"Challenges make life interesting. Overcoming them makes life meaningful." - Joshua J. Marine

Listen up. You’ve got superpowers. And don’t smirk, I’m dead serious. Between your ears and inside your chest, you’re carrying around the most sophisticated, miraculous machinery ever built. Your brain. Your heart. Your instincts. Together, they’re a freakin’ miracle. And the truth is, most of the time you don’t even realize how much they’re doing for you. Think about it. You’re at a crowded restaurant, everyone’s talking over each other, silverware clanking, pure chaos. Then suddenly, someone across the room says your name. Or maybe they mention a company you’ve been following. Boom. All that noise disappears, and you’re locked onto one conversation like a sniper. That’s not ordinary. That’s superhuman focus. Or here’s another one. You go to bed stuck on a problem, tossing and turning, frustrated. Then, like magic, you wake up and the answer is just there. That wasn’t luck. That was your subconscious running the night shift, solving puzzles while you slept. And here’s something that blew my mind when I first learned it — your heart is loaded with neurons, just like your brain. That’s why falling in love feels euphoric and heartbreak feels like someone drop-kicked you in the chest. It’s real. It’s biological. And that gut feeling you sometimes get? That sixth sense that something’s off? That’s your built-in radar, picking up signals your conscious mind misses. Now here’s the kicker: if you can already do all of that instinctively, imagine what happens when you actually use your head on purpose to chase happiness. Let me give you a story. Years ago, I had a deal in front of me — flashy, high stakes, dripping with “can’t lose” promises. My gut screamed, “Ross, don’t touch it.” But my ego? Oh, he was leaning in hard, telling me to swing for the fences. So I ignored my instincts. Signed the papers. And within six months, the deal imploded. Millions evaporated. I sat there thinking, “I knew it. I knew better.” My head and my heart had been giving me every warning signal, and I bulldozed right over them.