The Highest Power

The mountains don’t move for you.
The walls don’t soften because you are tired.
The path does not widen when life feels narrow.

And yet, there is a tower standing.

Small against the rock.
Quiet against the weight of history.
Still rising.

That is the highest power.

Not control.
Not dominance.
Not the ability to change the mountain.

It is the ability to choose how you see it.

You can look at these walls and see limitations.
Or you can see protection.

You can look at the narrow alley and feel trapped.
Or you can see the direction.

The cliffs behind the minaret are massive.
Unapologetic.
Unmoved.

But the tower still stands upright.

Perspective is your highest authority.

Circumstances will not always adjust to you.
The terrain will remain rough.
The climb will remain real.

But your interpretation — that is yours.

To see the possibility inside pressure.
To find gratitude inside difficulty.
To notice strength inside stillness.

That is power.

Because when you can see light in your own life
without needing the landscape to change,
You become unshaken.

The highest power
isn’t in what surrounds you.

It’s in how you decide to see it.