The story

On the savanna, the herds move. Not because every animal knows where it's going, but because the rest are moving. People walk the same way: years in a direction someone else chose, carrying out someone else's will, following someone else's goal.

Mani stands on the high rock. He hears every voice — the opinions of people who don't see your goal the way you do. He doesn't deny them. But he knows: opinions are wind. Wind moves the grass, never the rock. The only voice that sets your direction comes from within.

Knowing what you want isn't selfish — it's coming home. It keeps you close to your bliss, it lets you walk with purpose, and it makes you untouchable to judgment. "So are you mean, or are you nice?" doesn't reach you anymore, because you are not your behavior and you are not your feelings. You are the observer of your life, moving in a direction.

And the savanna keeps one secret: the path lights up under those who walk. Not under those who doubt.