Edwin's Corner

  The Life You Are Living, Did You Choose It? We have all heard this story. A wealthy man—burned out, exhausted, and carrying the invisible weight of success—arrives at a quiet beach resort. He has spent decades building, accumulating, and sacrificing, and now, finally, he has come to rest. And then he sees him. A fisherman. Relaxed. Still. Content. Not striving, not chasing, not checking his phone every five minutes, and just being. And something about that unsettles him. So, he does what most of us do when we are uncomfortable with someone else's peace—he questions it. “Why aren’t you fishing more?” he asks. The fisherman smiles. “I have enough.” The wealthy man insists—work harder, earn more, expand, build, grow, and one day, you, too, can retire and relax like this. The fisherman pauses. “And what do you think I am doing right now?” That question weighs heavier than most of us care to admit, because beneath it lies a truth we rarely confront. Many of us are chas...

  Part Four: Observations from a Men’s Group debate session on the making of a man and what it means to think for oneself By the time the room had stretched beyond its planned end — beyond the polite constraints of time, beyond even the structure we thought we were following — something had settled into place. Not loudly. Not ceremoniously. With the quiet certainty of a truth that doesn't need to announce itself. What we had built was no longer just a meeting. It wasn't even a debate. It had become a training ground. Not the kind you sign up for with forms and neatly defined outcomes. Something more demanding — a place where thinking was no longer optional. That realization carries weight because when you strip everything else away — the format, the speakers, the laughter, the long hours — you are left with something far more fundamental. A man either knows how to think. Or he does not. There is no middle ground that holds under pressure. He may speak well. He...

  Part Three: Observations from a Men’s Group debate session on the making of a man and what it means to think for oneself If Gibson opened the men — softened the edges, dissolved the polite performances, and let laughter do the heavy lifting — then Erick Opon did something far more demanding. He didn't lead a session. He built a furnace. Then, very calmly, he invited men to step into it. Picture this clearly. What happened in that room wasn't loud in the way we usually think of intensity. There were no theatrics. No forced energy. No "let's activate the room" moments that feel like a motivational seminar straining for effect. It was controlled, measured, and deliberate. And that's exactly what made it powerful. From the outset, Erick made a quiet decision — one most moderators avoid. He refused to make the room comfortable. Not unsafe. Not hostile. Just not comfortable. The distinction matters. Comfort lets you speak. Tension makes you think. Eric...

  Part Two: Observations from a Men’s Group debate session on the making of a man and what it means to think for oneself As the room settled — men now fully present, laughter still lingering lightly in the air — I found myself doing what I often do when a room shifts like that. I stepped back. Not physically. Mentally. Observing. When men move from guarded to open, from silent to engaged, something deeper is always unfolding beneath the surface. And that's when a thought returned — the kind that doesn't ask for attention but refuses to leave. A book I'd read some time ago: Propaganda by Edward L. Bernays. Bernays is not the kind of author you read casually and then move on from. He's the kind you read and then start seeing the world differently. He makes observations that feel obvious once you hear them — and uncomfortable once you understand them. His central argument is that society is not as organic as we like to believe. Beneath what we call "publ...

  Part One: Observations from a Men’s Group debate session on the making of a man and what it means to think for oneself They came from everywhere. And I mean that literally — not in the poetic way we reach for when we're trying to make something sound significant. From different estates. Different schedules. Different lives that did not easily make room for a Saturday morning gathering of men. One had traveled the night before. You could see it in his eyes — not exhaustion, exactly, but that quiet heaviness of a man who chose something over sleep. Another walked in still mentally tethered to a project he had just delegated. You know that look: body present, mind running silent calculations in the background, just in case things fell apart without him. A third came on crutches. The pain was visible. His eyes were not. They were here. That alone told me something. Men don't gather like this for nothing — not anymore, not in a world where time is constantly negotiated, ...

  Let me start with something slightly uncomfortable. You already know what to do. Eat better. Wake up earlier. Call that person. Repair that relationship. Break that habit. Start that thing. You know. In fact, if knowledge were the problem, you would be unstoppable by now. You’ve read the books and watched the videos. Listened to the podcasts. Saved the tweets. Even sent some to your friends, like, “This is deep.” But here’s the strange part. When the moment comes to act, you freeze. Or you delay. Or you negotiate with yourself like a seasoned politician. “Let me start next week.” “Today has been hectic.” “I need to be in the right mindset.” And just like that, nothing changes. What exactly is going on? This is not a discipline problem. No, no. This one is deeper. 1. Solomon Was Rich, Powerful and Still Confused (Just Like You) I want you to imagine Solomon. Not the Instagram version. Not the “wisest man who ever lived” highlight reel. I mean the real situation. ...