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  • Wake Up, Imagination.

    Times Are Changing…

    Kids don’t really play outside anymore.
    The games we used to play — using our own imagination, flying, speeding in imaginary cars, jumping with sounds and explosions — they’ve been replaced by screens and fixed realities.

    The attention span of this generation is now occupied by constant stimulation.
    Imagination, once a muscle we flexed daily, has been replaced with repetition, reaction, and reward cycles.

    And It’s Not Just the Kids…

    The adults are unknowingly leading the pack.
    Not all — but many have been consumed by the race for fortune, status, and ego.
    Competing with strangers. Losing sight that each experience is unique and divinely timed.

    Women and men are being pit against each other.
    Nature’s original purpose — collaboration and balance — is being distorted.
    The rules of connection are being used against us.

    🧠 BRAINS: Seeing the Pattern

    This isn’t just a “kids these days” rant.
    It’s a call to awareness. A moment to look at the aids we’ve been offered to fill our mental space:

    • What’s replaced your imagination?
    • What comfort has turned into distraction?
    • What thoughts are no longer your own?

    We’ve feared AI… but have we become the robots already?

    ⚡️ GUTS: Choosing a Different Path

    When I was a kid, I walked everywhere.

    To school. To the store. To my friend’s house.
    I didn’t need headphones — I had rhythms, I had rhyme schemes, I had games like “don’t step on the cracks.”

    I used those walks to imagine.
    To talk myself through problems.
    To create my own world — and find my own way.

    It was my escape.
    And when video games or TV weren’t an option — outside was the command.
    And imagination was free to grow.

    So I ask you:

    What’s your aid now?
    What wakes up your imagination in this age of attention?
    Is it still active? Or has it been lulled to sleep?

    ❤️ GRATITUDE: Reclaim the Inner World

    Our time is our time.
    No one else’s.

    The trees still know balance.
    The insects, the animals, the water — they all follow the natural order.
    We, the most conscious species, are the ones who’ve drifted.

    But we can come back.
    It starts with simple moments of silence… stillness… and imagination.

    Plant a seed.
    Don’t gatekeep it.
    Let your children see it. Let your friends feel it.
    Let your soul wake up again.

    Stay in your BAG.
    🧠⚡️❤️⚓️
    – Coach Bag

  • 🧠⚡️❤️⚓️Brains & Guts — Grateful Father(Father’s Day Entry — Sharpening Season Continues)

    Not because today feels any more special than any other day…
…but because it’s a day every good man hopes to be acknowledged on.
    Some fathers — and I mean some (which is already too many) — never get to feel what this feels like.
Not just for themselves, but for their kids — the energy exchange, the gift that never stops giving.
    A beautiful daughter that makes you feel like a lion 🦁.
A strong son that you believe could be Hercules ⚡️.
It’s truly nothing like being a father.
    The opportunity to breathe air and share it with them…
It’s a responsibility worth dying for.
It makes every second… every breath… full of gratitude.

    The Aids That Shape Me
    I’ve been shaped by so many aids along this path:
    • The pain.
    • The mistakes.
    • The breakthroughs.
    • The lessons I prayed I would never repeat.
    • The grace I’ve received.
    And I’m still growing.
    This is an energy thing.
I feel strong because I’ve stayed faithful.
I feel grounded because I’ve found purpose.
    I’m living my dream — not in some material sense, but in the purest way possible:
    To be present. To love deeply. To choose balance over bitterness.

    Crayons Show Love
    I remind myself daily:
    Crayons show love.
    It means that kids don’t need perfection — they need color. They need presence. They need the freedom to draw outside the lines while you stand beside them with patience, not control.
    That’s how we plant gratitude seeds.
    One seed at a time.
One smile at a time.
One prayer at a time.

    Love Is Always the Choice
    The BAG Mindstate always brings me back to one truth:
    Love is the hardest choice… because it’s the most powerful.
    Hate doesn’t grow anything.
Bitterness doesn’t build anything.
But love? Love creates space for the next generation to thrive.
    Even in the toughest moments —
Even when tested —
Even when misunderstood —
    We choose love.
We choose balance.
And we end up… grateful.

    🧠⚡️❤️⚓️
Proverbs 16:11 — His work.

  • When the Storm Tries to Steal the Sunlight

    Coach Bag | Brains and Guts Blog

    “When gratitude grows stronger, so does the resistance.”
    That’s something BAG has shown me, again and again.

    Today was one of those days where the wave came hard.
    Not physically. But emotionally, spiritually… deeply.

    I’ve been holding on silently — not to pain, but to hope.
    Hope that by becoming a better man, a more grounded father, a more purpose-led version of myself…
    I could somehow heal what was broken.
    Not just for me. But for her.
    For my daughter.

    A 3-year-old who means the absolute world to me.
    She’s the reason I left a job that was draining my spirit.
    She’s the reason I sharpened the sword.
    She’s the reason I didn’t give up.

    And yet, today…
    I was told I’m being taken to court.
    For more control. For more money.

    But what about the time?
    What about the tears I’ve wiped?
    What about the growth I’ve chased in silence — so my daughter could one day be proud of me?

    My past didn’t have this blueprint.
    I didn’t get to see what it looked like when a man walked away from chaos and chose purpose.
    I didn’t get to see restraint turn into protection.
    But I’m giving my daughter that blueprint.
    That’s the BAG way.

    She deserves a father who doesn’t raise his voice in the name of love.
    She deserves presence. She deserves peace.
    She deserves balance.

    And even though her mother and I are no longer aligned…
    I still wish her growth. I still wish her balance.
    I just can’t keep sacrificing my peace for the sake of pretending we’re okay.

    Monday to Friday — 6am to 6:30pm.
    Me and my mom share the load.
    We don’t complain.
    We don’t ask for handouts.
    We show up — fully.
    Because showing up is love.

    Today was heavy.
    But it was also honest.
    And that’s what Proverbs 16:11 reminds me:

    “Honest scales and balances belong to the Lord; all the weights in the bag are of His making.”

    This weight? It’s not to break me.
    It’s to shape me.
    And I’m still grateful. Even now.
    Because I know another wave of peace is coming.

    Closing Thought:

    If you’re reading this… and you’re trying to build something while holding your world together —
    stay in your BAG.
    Protect your peace.
    Lead with gratitude.
    And let the storm sharpen you.

    🧠⚡️❤️⚓️