faith

When the World Sleeps, I Choose to Wake Up

by Nicolas Lorenzo

When the world sleeps

A new day.
A new morning.
Monday.

I used to hate Mondays.
For a long time, they stood for obligation.
The first day of a week I had to survive.

Back then, I woke up because life demanded it from me.

Today, I wake up because I choose to.

That is the difference.

Earlier than before

I rise much earlier now.
Two.
Three.
Sometimes even four hours earlier than in the past.

Does it always feel good?

No.
Not always.

But the difference is simple —
I am no longer driven by pressure from the outside.
I am guided by a decision within.

Not the world expects me to rise.
I expect it from myself.

Discipline is not punishment

Many people ask me:
“Aren’t you tired when you wake up so early?”

No — I am not tired.

Because I changed something else first.

I let go of late nights.
Of television.
Of distractions that quietly steal life.

I choose rest with intention.
Five, six, sometimes seven hours — deeply.
Enough.

Discipline is not punishment.
It is alignment.

Energy comes from meaning

Since I began living this way, something shifted.

My work flows better.
My focus is clearer.
My energy is stronger.

Not because I sleep more.
But because I live more truthfully.

When a man walks in the direction of his calling,
his strength multiplies.

Not physically.
Spiritually.

Becoming my best version

I do not wake up early to prove something.

I wake up to grow.

To become my best version —
mentally, physically, and spiritually.

To honor the dreams placed in my heart.
To take responsibility for the life entrusted to me.

Not perfectly.
But honestly.

Grace over everything

I know one thing for certain.

Hard work matters.
Discipline matters.
Love matters.

But above all — grace.

I am grateful for the gift of awareness.
For understanding.
For love.

Amen.

When the World Sleeps

by Nicolas Lorenzo

While the world is sleeping,
I sit here.
In silence.
And I write.

I write my story.
My life.

It has been a little more than one year since I truly began to work on myself.
On my dream.

What is being created here did not come overnight.
It came through many nights.

At first, I started waking up at 5 a.m.
Just to finally find time.
To go to the gym.
To move my body.
To clear my mind.

A few months later, I began waking up at 3 a.m.

I felt strong.
Focused.
Alive.

I would stand up and work on my project.
On my vision.

For the first time in my life,
the dream I had carried inside for so long
became my highest priority.

And slowly, a routine was born.

Today, I wake up almost every morning between 2 and 4 a.m.

Not because I have to.
But because I want to.

I write reflections.
At home.
In hotel rooms.
Wherever life takes me.

I think about my programs.
I reflect.
And then I act.

Before, I used to dream.
Today, I move.

Last November, I gave my first official shows.
In December, my first bookings followed.

More requests are already coming in.
Even an international one.

And I feel nothing but gratitude.

Because I know this path was not built by luck.
It was built by action.
By belief.
By love.
By discipline.

And above all — by grace.

I know that everything ultimately lies in God’s hands.
What happens.
When it happens.
And why.

Our view of life is limited.
A mystery.

There are countless possibilities.

But even the simple act of waking up early,
sitting down,
writing,
and reflecting
is already a change.

A step toward oneself.

I am grateful for the vision.
For the strength.
And I place my life back into His hands.

May He guide my path.
Teach me.
And help me always choose what is right.

That is my foundation.
For myself.
For the people I love.

Amen.