Chasing Peace Over Pump

He wakes up every morning to grind. You wake up wondering if life’s a prank. He counts macros.

You count reasons not to scream. He calls himself a high-protein masterpiece — but he’s still

just a peanut in gym shorts. While he flexes his shell under fluorescent lights,

you’re carrying invisible weight that doesn’t fit in any barbell rack. He believes pain

is weakness leaving the body. You know pain just moved in and pays rent on time.

So let him chase the pump. You chase peace. Because at the end of the day,

muscles deflate. But irony? That lasts forever. Boomtown Media.