Fishermen

give a man a fish—


you feed him for a day.


teach a man to fish—


you feed him


for a lifetime.


funny thing though—


everybody swears


they’re a fisherman.


everybody has advice.


everybody has philosophies.


everybody knows


how life works


when the boat


hasn’t left the dock.


—


talking ’bout


fish in the sea.


but most men


aren’t fishing.


they’re drifting.


casting lines


where everybody else casts.


same bait.


same waters.


same conversations.


same fears.


same life,


copied different.


how many fishermen


you gon’ find


in the sea,


fishing


for the same thing?


same women.


same validation.


same routines.


same jobs


they swear they hate.


same opinions


passed around


like hand-me-down wisdom.


too many generic men


calling themselves different


because they changed


the wallpaper


on the same life.


—


and funny enough—


the loudest fishermen


are always trying to teach


while fishing for free.


telling me


how to lead


while they’re still


asking the ocean


for permission.


telling me


reality is controlled by you.


mindset.


energy.


belief.


all the words


sound beautiful


when life is hypothetical.


until somebody


actually does it.


until the philosophy


leaves the group chat


and becomes real life.


until somebody


bets on themselves


and the silence begins.


—


that’s what got me.


because i listened.


i applied it.


i changed.


built.


bled.


stayed up.


wrote the books.


became different.


and somehow—


support turned


into skepticism.


questions.


challenges.


little comments


wrapped in concern.


like belief


had conditions.


like the philosophy


only sounded good


until somebody close


started outrunning


the version


they remembered.


—


funny thing


about ego—


it claps loud


for dreams


when they’re smaller than you.


but let somebody rise


past the frame


you held them in—


and suddenly


the weather changes.


sour energy.


weird distance.


support


starts sounding


like competition


wearing friendship clothes.


—


then i see


Motivation Monday.


quotes.


clips.


discipline talk.


leadership talk.


and i laugh—


not disrespectfully.


just…


life is funny.


because motivation


is easy to post.


hard to embody.


wisdom sounds beautiful


until it asks


something from you.


—


truth is—


i ain’t mad.


i just see clearer.


every fisherman


isn’t teaching survival.


some are just scared


to admit


they never left shore.


and me?


i stopped fishing


where everybody else fishes.


different waters now.


deeper ones.


quieter ones.


fewer boats.


less noise.


bigger catches.


because i learned—


the ocean


doesn’t reward


the loudest fisherman.


it rewards


the one


who stays patient


when nobody else


believes


there’s something deeper


underneath.


— Mr. Mak


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