Trees don't argue with weeds

Progress and hate live in the same garden.

Both hunger for minerals, sunlight, and space to grow.

But one is a tree.

The other, a weed.

A tree spends its life reaching upwards. Chasing the light, pushing roots deep.

If it stands long enough, it becomes shelter and nourishment. A gift for others.

The weed has a different mission.

It strangles roots, chokes flowers, suffocates its surroundings.

The tree builds and creates.

The weed consumes and destroys.

Currency

Time and energy are finite. There are no refunds.

Every second you spend on a hater is a second stolen from your mission.

Your attention is currency. Like money, it's meant to be protected and spent only where it compounds your growth.

 Invest it on pursuits and people headed in the same direction as you.

You're Not a Therapist. You're a Builder.

It's not your job to decode hate or explore someone's unresolved trauma.

You're here to build. To dream. To execute.

Haters are simply obstacles. Don't pause to analyse or convert them. Step over them.

The whispers of doubt are loud.

The noise from the spiteful is louder.

So let them scream into the void.

Fuck them.

Too Busy to Care

Builders don't have bandwidth for hate.

No one focused on growth will ever punch down.

They're too dialled in to waste resources.

Their journey requires focus and intolerance for the petty ramblings of the troll.

The miserable don't want to fix their nightmare. They want to share it.

Don't let them.

The quickest way to end a bad dream is to open your eyes.

Remember: they're not your competition.

You can't compete from a couch.

We've all been there

No one is above it. At some point, we've all let envy or bitterness get the best of us.

Projected our insecurities onto someone else masking our jealousy at their bravery.

That's the chapter of cowardice in everyone's story. But some just never stop writing it.

This isn't about moral superiority.

It's about recognizing a pattern and choosing a different path.

When your hands are full of tools, there's no time for stones.

The Response

There isn't one.

You don't argue. You don't explain.

You build.

Learn. Create. Repeat.

Every insult is proof you're doing something.

Right or wrong, action beats stagnation.

It is evidence of your rebellion.

Let their negativity be your fuel.

In a world full of mediocrity, builders lend each other tools while fools sneer from the basements.

" You may not be everyone's cup of tea, but you'll be someone's shot of whiskey."

– Anon

Remember why you started.

You're not here to appease everyone. Your purpose is to create value and live with intent.

 Landscaping

When someone spends their time criticizing your work, they're admitting something.

Your presence disrupts their apathy.

Mockery is the native tongue of soul goblins and energy vampires.

I used to speak it fluently.

Don't let the weeds strangle your growth.

Keep reaching for the light.

Deepen your roots.

Eventually, you'll offer shade to others trying to grow in the same garden.

And the noise?

It fades.

It becomes fertilizer.