life lessons
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To Every Roberto Before Me ⏳🧑🚀
The Roberto behind me does not need the disappointment of present me. He needs grace. He needs a thank-you. Continue reading
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🌙 The Misunderstanding
During a late-night walk, I wondered what I’d think if I met myself as a stranger. The answer wasn’t what I expected. Sometimes the biggest misunderstanding is believing someone has it all together. Continue reading
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🧠 Finding a Way
For years I believed I simply wasn’t good at school. One decision, one psychologist, and one long walk slowly changed the way I saw myself. This is a reflection on failure, grace, and how writing unexpectedly became a relationship with my own mind. Continue reading
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“Labeled”
For years I believed I had to become someone else before I could call myself an artist. Maybe the hardest label to let go of is the one we quietly accepted about ourselves. Continue reading
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“No Longer Just a Passenger“
Daily Writing Prompt: What are you becoming? June 18, 2026 — 2:57 p.m. Just finished eating a four-piece leg and thigh meal from Pollo Loco. Been feeling drained lately. Sitting here on the side of a street next to a school in South Central. Cool breeze from the shade. Bass booming a beat from a… Continue reading
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“I think I’m starting to love my life”
📓 Thursday, May 14, 2026 — 4:51 p.m. 💬 Question What’s something about yourself that you used to hate… but now you’re starting to understand differently? Today, I decided to deal with depression differently. Stay home. Write. ⸻ As a kid, I never remember thinking: “I hate this about myself.” “I hate that about myself.”… Continue reading
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“What I saw at a liquor store made me think about this”
A simple moment turned into a reflection on behavior, discipline, and what happens when a community decides to build something real. Continue reading
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Why I Still Care (Plastic bag man)
English Version 📓 Monday, September 8, 2025 6:55 p.m. Sometimes people burn me. You’d think I’d learn my lesson by now. They take a case and don’t pay. They dodge my calls, act like the $90 they owe doesn’t exist. And still… I care. I don’t even know why, exactly. But I care enough to… Continue reading