This is me, and I’m not meditating.
As a kid, I was never anyone’s favorite.

Not my parents’, not my uncles’, not my grandparents’, not my siblings’.
That turned me wild. The rebel. The second brother. The lover. The bandit… lots of skills, but none of them “the best.”

Nothing that made me stand out.

So I had to work harder.
Be the one who explores the mountain, the one who plans the trips, the parties, the birthdays.
The one who cooks for friends and always has a plan.
The one who draws trees, houses, characters… because if I wasn’t anyone’s favorite, at least I could create fantasy worlds where I did matter.

That’s how it is…
I’ve been an artist since I was a kid, even though I sometimes forget I’m dyslexic.
But I create grand experiences and powerful works of art that speak for me and cut through space, even if no one ever crowned me as anything.

And like I told you: I’m not the most gifted.
I’m also a dancer, and even after years of dancing, I still lose the beat in musical timing — the most basic of the basics. The thing everyone else seems to master without thinking.

That’s life.
If you’re not number one, you have to push harder.

I know that corner where the misfits live — the ones who create because they had no other option.
If you look at my drawings, they’re full of thousands of scratches until the exact line appears.
That’s what I do with my experiences, my work, my words.
They come from that place: the real one.
What hits the heart.
What doesn’t lie.

Maybe you recognize that part of yourself no one applauds, but that keeps you standing.
If you also come from the land of #2…
This might work for you… if you’re interested:
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PS. I write one email every day. I show you what I do…
and maybe you’ll find a part of yourself you haven’t seen in a long time.