Sound familiar?

Go to school. Get a job. Marry someone nice. Buy shit you don’t need. Raise kids you can’t afford. Then… what? Die unhappy and burn in hell because, oops, you picked the wrong religion?

That’s a cute formula for living.
But it’s not the one for me.

I was a black sheep. A misfit that flirted with nihilism to cope with other people’s expectations. I would numb myself with distraction and wore self-destruction like armor. I imagined ways I’d like to die—but only because I didn’t know how to be alive.

Guess what?
I know I’m not the only one.

Maybe you’ve felt it too. That quiet ache in your chest when the world goes still. Like a flicker of truth that slips between the cracks and appears only when you stop pretending everything’s fine.

Of course, you can try to ignore it.

Maybe there’s some forgotten corner of yourself to bury it. Maybe you can spend the rest of your life running from it. Or maybe it’s damn well time to stop and listen to the voice inside that asks:

• Who the fuck are you?
• How did you get here?
• What are you really chasing?
• Why do you feel like you don’t belong?
• When did you start living this lie?
• Is this really the life you’re meant for?
• Where the hell are you going next?

That’s what my website is about. A place where I unpack my stories, my lessons, my achievements, and whatever else I need to do to survive in business—and in life.

If you’re figuring things out too, welcome.

I hope this helps you make sense of the long—and often lonely—road ahead should you be brave enough to…