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The Fire Within – Weekly Newsletter
Issue #1: Not This Time
Published: May 15, 2025
🔥 THE FIRE WITHIN
ISSUE #1: Not This Time
One Man’s Fight to Build Again
I walked away from the party — and into the machine.
I used to chase the noise.
Parties. Porn. Fantasy. Anything to quiet the storm inside.
My ADHD meds made it worse. They gave me speed, but no direction. The chemicals would spike and suddenly everything, lust, screens, escape, looked like comfort.
BUT IT WASN’T COMFORT. IT WAS DISTRACTION. IT WAS FORGETTING WHO I WAS.
Last week, that old voice came back.
“You’ve been working hard.”
“Just take a little break.”
“No one needs to know.”
I almost clicked. I almost gave in.
But I didn’t. Because something stronger whispered back:
“Not this time.”
That one sentence? It’s everything.
Because that wasn’t just a fight against a screen. It was a fight for my soul, for my dream, for this machine I’m trying to build with my bare hands and borrowed faith.
I stood up.
The craving passed.
And I walked out to my little shop.
The air smelled like sawdust and second chances. The machine was still there. Waiting. Like a partner. Like a fire.
I flipped the switch.
The motor hummed.
And I got back to work.
The Dream That Told Me First
A few nights before, I had a dream.
I was in a broken neighborhood — the kind I knew growing up in Brazil. Near a favela, where the streets are alive but crumbling. On one side, a church barely standing. On the other, homes patched together with what people could find.
The sidewalks were cracked. Everything looked like it was falling apart.
People were partying. Laughing. Lost.
And I knew, deep down, I didn’t belong there anymore.
Then something shifted. I saw myself and a friend planting tiny seeds. Bagged samples, gently placed on roots, as if we were trying to restore the ground.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t flashy.
But it felt holy.
That’s when I understood:
The machine isn’t metal, IT’S PURPOSE.
And I’m not partying anymore.
I’m planting.
The Door You Can Still Walk Through
If you’ve ever battled an addiction, a voice, a shadow, I’m with you.
If you’ve ever felt like it was too late, this is your sign.
If you walked away once, but went back, then try again. Say it with me:
“NOT THIS TIME.”
You’re not broken. You’re rebuilding.
And rebuilding is holy work.
Image Idea
A dark street with a glowing wooden workshop at the edge. A man walking away from neon lights behind him. In his hand, a tool. At his feet, a plank that reads: KR Rustic Designs.
Header Text: “Not This Time”
Subtext: You still have fire.
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