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The Fire Outside the House

“They told me the only way to win… was to play their game.”

At first, I believed them.
I thought the system could be mended from within — that if I just stepped inside, wore the suit, spoke their language, I could change it.

So I studied politics like a soldier studies the enemy.
I hired a consultant, learned the hidden rules — the handshakes behind closed doors, the smiles masking sharpened teeth.

And I saw it.
The truth.
The way 99% of them think.

To win an election, you must lie.
You must wear masks you despise.
You must praise ideas you know are poison… just to win the crowd.
Then — and only then — could you pull off the mask and reveal your true intentions.

But I couldn’t do it.
Not even for the cause I believed in.

Because to enter their house, you had to burn a part of yourself.

So I made a choice.
If the house is on fire, maybe the only way to save it… is from the outside.

I turned my back on their stage.
And began building my own —
an alternative where truth isn’t a liability,
where learning isn’t a relic of the past,
where the skills that matter are the skills that are taught.

I stopped trying to fix the education system from within.
Now, I’m building the one it should have been all along.


Why It Matters:
Some fires cannot be fought inside the burning room.
Some battles can only be won by stepping outside the walls, breathing clean air, and starting again from the ground up.

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