“The Weight of the Keys”Being boss, it’s all fun and games—until someone hands you the keys.You hold them in your palm. Cold. Heavy. Not made for comfort.That’s when the laughter stops. That’s when you realize: you are now responsible for rooms you didn’t build, debts you didn’t make, and ghosts you didn’t summon.And you’re wear

There are no accidents, only the things we don’t yet understand. A man sits alone at the end of the day, the light falling out of the sky like old soldiers dropping from a war they can’t win. The coffee’s gone cold. The heart too, maybe. And then the screen flickers. A video, a voice. A sentence simple and strong: “God placed this on your s