I remember my early fitness days.
Short, fun workouts. Flashy. Entertaining.
They didn’t build a damn thing.
Today, the world trains the same way—but with content.
Quick clips. Fast edits. Endless scroll. Little dopamine hits that feel productive but leave nothing behind.
It’s junk volume. Junk calories for the brain. Junk sleep for your focus.
The written word is different.
Reading takes time. Writing takes discipline. Both demand attention instead of stealing it.
They build—the same way real reps under weight build muscle.
Trade mush for muscle. Trade viewing for doing. Trade endless consumption for deliberate construction.
Because when the platforms crash and the feeds go silent, one thing remains:
Words that were forged.
Don’t let the written word die.