On foot for this one. Live now. I’ll see you when I see you.

I have not built alone; my strength is joined to men who labor as brothers beside me. Together we raise more than walls — we raise a legacy that shall outlast us all. Those who walk apart leave nothing behind but fading echoes. Who stands with me in the building of what endures?

Destiny is not a matter of chance, but of design — it is the path carved by a man who knows his life is seed for generations. I have set my course toward that future, so that my sons shall inherit more than dust. Too many drift as though tomorrow will shape itself, and so they leave no mark upon the earth. Who among us shapes tomorrow with his own hand?

Many cling to the man they once were, fearing the death of what is familiar. Yet only through shedding the old self does a man ascend to heights he has never known. I have cast off the lesser man and risen — who else climbs from shadow into strength?

A man’s true monument is not of marble or bronze, but of lives shaped by his hand and footsteps. Time will grind down statues, but it cannot erase a foundation rightly laid. I have set mine to endure — who else builds toward eternity?