There are people who live for food. There are people who live for fashion. There are people who live for looks. There are people who live for opinions. And then there’s me. The guy who doesn’t care. Not “pretending not to care.” Not “posting quotes on Instagram about
Let me begin with a question. Do you know what everyone is running after right now ? What they chase all day. What keeps them awake at night. What makes people cheat, steal, discriminate, even kill ? It isn’t power. It isn’t love. It isn’t even survival. It’s
I’ve been meaning to write this for a while. Not because I have it all figured out. I don’t. Far from it. But because every story has a beginning, and this... this is mine. The boy who broke things I was always that kid. The one who touched
I’ve thought about this moment for a while. The first post. The first words. The start of something that may last, or may fade. Who knows ? But here it is. Here we go. I’m not writing this as a polished speech. I’m not here to act like
