There is nothing wrong with you.
You lie awake at night because your soul remembers.
Within you is the blueprint of the warrior,
not the soldier of kings, not the servant of systems,
but the defender of what breathes, what loves, what grows.

They give you artificial enemies to waste your power on. They train you to bleed your strength on battles that guard their thrones of amnesia.
No wonder every win leaves you starving. You are to draw the arrow forged for truth’s hunt; Until then, nothing will feel right, so you remain restless. You were meant to stand for justice. To see clearly what is worth striking, and to fight for what is true.

A man who cannot sleep
is a man whose spirit knows he is not yet in service.
You are not restless because you are broken.
You are restless because truth is calling
and you have not yet answered.

Earth is not your opponent.
She is the light on the altar.
To serve her is to serve what is real,
To lay your blade at the feet of the sun itself.
Until then, the rage inside you will have no master,
And the nights will have no peace.

Your fight is not against your true self.
Your fight is to remember what you are here for.

Defend what breathes, not what chains. You were meant to guard the truth, To stand certain where false gods tremble. They fear the man who cannot be bought, distracted, or made to forget.

The rage you carry is holy, direct it where it is genuinely needed.