To all my bros:
Bring back your prime one more fcking time. Your parents are getting older, and no one is more desperate to see you succeed than they are.
Everything can wait, I repeat, everything. But not your parents. So fck everything and do it for them.
Quit porn = energy back.
Make money = confidence back.
Pray = discipline back.
Train body = dominance back.
Be kind = respect back.
Your life isn’t meaningless.
Reclaim control.
Every man is alone.
He is with his family.
He is with his workmates.
He is with his brothers.
But deep down he knows
He is alone.
Take care of yourself bro.
I wanted a future with you. Not some perfect, unrealistic version of love. I wanted the ordinary things. The mornings where you’d be the first person I saw, the late night conversations when neither of us wanted to sleep, the stupid little arguments we’d eventually laugh about, the holidays, the quiet nights at home and all the small routines that slowly become a life. I wanted to watch us grow older together. I wanted to know what it felt like to wake up beside you years from now and realise we actually made it through everything. I wasn’t trying to figure out how to live without you. I was trying to imagine what my life would look like with you in it. That’s what makes losing you so painful. I’m not grieving a relationship I secretly wanted to escape. I’m grieving a future I genuinely believed was waiting for us. I’m grieving the version of my life where I got to love you for years. The home we never built. The memories we never made. The ordinary days that will now belong to someone else or never exist at all. I didn’t want distance. I didn’t want closure. I didn’t want to learn how to stop missing you. I wanted a life with you. And somehow, I had to accept that the future I would have chosen in a heartbeat was a future I would have to live without.