WHEN MONEY LEADS, PURPOSE BLEEDS

  Once monetary desire takes the lead, the potency of work becomes compromised.

The heart that once burned with passion begins to flicker under the cold breath of profit.

Every stroke of genius becomes calculated, every inspiration, negotiated. 

The art of giving your best dissolves into the arithmetic of gain.

When gold becomes god, value becomes vain.

And when the sound of gold coins grow louder than the whisper of conscience,

integrity bows at the altar of ambition.

Work loses its sanctity, effort loses its soul, and excellence becomes enslaved to applause.

True greatness cannot be bought, it is birthed in devotion, not in transaction,

It thrives where purpose leads and fades where greed dictates.

The craftsman who works only for reward soon finds his well of creativity dry,

but the one who labors from a pure heart keeps his river flowing; steady, strong, and sacred.

Do not let your vision be priced by the market; let it be measured by meaning.

Do not let the hunger for wealth steal the wonder of work,

For when money leads, purpose bleeds,

And when purpose bleeds, destiny dies; quietly, sometimes unseen, but irreversibly.

Let profit follow passion, not passion chase profit,

For in that order lies fulfillment, freedom, and the true fragrance of success.