life lessons

When I was young, the way I described myself was simple: “a kid from the squatter area.” That label shaped my view of the world. Maybe that’s why I never invited anyone to our home. I saw myself through the lens of my environment, limiting

Most of us walk around like we’re trapped. We limit ourselves with imagined boundaries—built by nothing more than our own fears, doubts, and beliefs. We say, “I’m not that kind of person,” or, “I could never do that,” and we stay within the walls we’ve

Let me share a story with you. A few months ago, I was grabbing my morning coffee at the usual spot—a little café tucked away on a busy street corner. The line was long, everyone shuffling forward, eyes glued to their phones, the usual rush-hour