Build Your Empire

He’s broke, tired, and lost. His apartment, a dim,

cluttered cage of despair. Every day, a loop: alarms,

rejection emails, endless scrolling, gnawing self-doubt. What’s the point? What you think,

you become. Your mind is your empire. Build it. He jolted awake,

breath sharp. Morning light hit differently. He grabbed a notebook,

writing his singular, powerful goal. The transformation began, a conscious choice for a new

beginning. Dressing with purpose, each button a commitment to his future.

He stepped out, leaving the old self behind, into the new day.