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.