Brother,

These last days of the year always hit different.
The noise settles. Life slows for a second. And you get that rare moment to ask yourself one question most men avoid.

Where am I going?

Not what you did this year. Not what went right or wrong.
Where you’re actually heading.

Vikings didn’t wait for the perfect wind or the perfect moment.

They chose a direction.
They set their course.
Then they rowed until the world moved out of their way.

That’s what goal setting really is.
Not a resolution.
A direction.
A decision.

A line in the sand that says this is who I’m becoming.

If you want next year to be different, pick something worth fighting for.
Something that sharpens you.
Something you won’t quit on when life gets loud again.

That’s how legacies get built.
One clear choice.
Backed by discipline.
Repeated until it becomes truth.

Wherever you choose to steer your ship next year, I hope you choose something that scares you a little.
That’s how you know it matters.

Stay focused,
Faiysal
Chief Beard Officer

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