Good trouble
There’s a kind of obedience that kills ideas. The kind that nods, waits, and never asks why.
Looks polite. Feels safe. Builds nothing.
The best hands don’t just follow orders. They listen, question, and take the risk to make it better.
That’s not defiance. That’s care with a spine.
Silence keeps things smooth, but it also keeps them small.
Progress needs friction — the kind born from people who care enough to push back, even when it’s easier to stay quiet.
That’s the good kind of trouble.
