No one knows you. No one has a story about who you are. No one is waiting for you to be the person you were yesterday. You're just a stranger in a chair by the window, watching a city that doesn't need anything from you.
It's the feeling that anything could happen. That the world is bigger than the walls you built around yourself back home. That the life you've been living is just one version of a life, and there are others, and they're not as far away as you thought.
At home, you're fixed. Known. You fit into a shape that other people recognize, and after a while, you forget you're even in a shape at all. But here, alone, somewhere new, the shape dissolves. You could be anyone. You could be more of yourself than you've ever been. No one is watching to see if you stay consistent.
A veces te arrepientes del pasado. No por la persona, sino por no haber sabido aprovechar el momento y no haber dado lo máximo por miedo al rechazo ajeno.
Da siempre lo máximo que puedas. Si la otra persona te lo impide, no es esa.
The hardest lesson she taught me?
That a woman’s love can expire faster than the milk in your fridge.
That no matter how loyal, honest, or real you are
the minute she’s bored, tempted, or influenced, you’re old news.
She’ll forget your sacrifices, rewrite history, and call it 'growth.'
She’ll destroy everything you built, hand your heart to the wolves, and call herself the victim.
Never forget this, son:
A woman’s emotions are seasonal.
A man’s loyalty must be eternal but not to her.
To his mission, his name, and his future bloodline.
Chase purpose, not women.
Because when the wrong woman comes into your life,
she won’t just break your heart
she'll assassinate your destiny.