The Smallest Cage
The ego is the smallest cage we put ourselves in. It’s weightless to carry yet heavy enough to suffocate everything around us. Most people defend it as if it were a crown—never realizing it’s just rusted bars holding them in place.
Imagine a world where letting go wasn’t seen as defeat. Where silence wasn’t mistaken for weakness but understood as power. Arguments would die before they sparked. Pride wouldn’t bleed out friendships. And peace—real peace—wouldn’t feel so rare.
The truth is, the loudest person in the room isn’t always the strongest. Sometimes strength is simply knowing you don’t need to roar. Sometimes it’s stepping outside the cage and leaving it empty behind you.