Tag: spirituality

Everything that crumbles does not do so overnight.
Decay starts in silence, deep beneath the surface, hidden where the eyes can’t see but the soul can feel. You don’t lose a system, a company, a relationship, a community, a family, all at once. You lose it piece by piece when the roots rot. When the foundation that once held everything steady starts to turn on itself.

Rot never begins in the spotlight. It starts with ego, silence, neglect.
It starts when people trade truth for comfort, when accountability is replaced with excuses, when loyalty turns into blind allegiance. You can polish the leaves all you want, but if the roots are diseased, the whole tree is living on borrowed time.

Systems fall because leaders forget that leadership isn’t a title, it’s stewardship. It’s the unseen work of tending to the roots, nurturing the soil, checking for cracks before they split the earth open. When the roots are toxic, everything attached to them begins to wither, no matter how much light you pour on top.

So, ask yourself, what are the roots made of?
Integrity or illusion?
Accountability or avoidance?
Truth or tradition?
Because if the foundation is built on rot, no amount of rebranding can save it.

Whether it’s a business, an organization, a relationship, or your own spirit, rot is the result of neglect, trauma, unappreciation. The cure is cou rage. The courage to dig deep, uproot what’s decayed, and start again with better soil.

A system only rots when the roots go bad.
And sometimes, the most radical form of healing is cutting it down, clearing the space, and planting something new.

When the Roots Go Bad

It never starts loud,
rot never does.
it begins in whispers,
in the soil beneath our silence,
where truth once grew bold
but now trembles
under the weight of what we refuse to see.

we call it loyalty
but it’s fear.
we call it faith
but it’s blindness.
we call it tradition
but its decay dressed in ceremony.

I’ve seen systems die
with smiling faces at the table,
clapping hands over broken ground,
praising the fruit
while the roots choke on their own poison.

you cannot heal what you hide.
you cannot save what you refuse to name.
every structure built on ego
will one day collapse beneath it.

rot is patient.
it waits for you to get comfortable.
it thrives in silence,
feeds on the lie that everything’s fine,
until one day the branches snap
and the whole tree confesses
what the roots have been screaming all along,

We were sick.
we were starving.
we were dying while you were decorating the leaves.

So, burn it down
if you must.
clear the ground.
dig deep enough to smell the truth.
because only then
can something real be planted again,
something that knows
Hard work is nothing

Planting seeds will yield nothing
without good soil beneath it.

Take care of yourself!

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