"The Real Reason Rome Didn't Give Me What I Wanted"

I flew to Rome chasing Marcus Aurelius — his column, his forum, the ground he walked. I thought being in those places would finally help me understand the man behind Meditations. It didn't. Not the way I expected.What actually cracked it open was leaving the city. In the quiet of a small farm in Tuscany, a 5-mile walk for my daughter's birthday cake, and a lot of silence I'd been avoiding — I found something I wasn't looking for: a hard question about what I'm actually building, and who it's for.This one's raw and unscripted, recorded on the road. It's about legacy, presence, ego, and the difference between reading philosophy and living it.