I don’t create to be seen.

I create because stopping would mean dying

There is no balance. There is no comfort.

Only repetition, discipline, and refusal

While others wait for permission,

I work.

While others rest in excuses,

I build.

This body is not aesthetic — it is evidence.

This work is not content — it is survival

I don’t chase trends.

I outlast them.

Everything I wear, write, train, and release

comes from the same place :

the need to push against meaninglessness.

No motivation.

No shortcuts.

No mythology.

Just days stacked on days.

Pain converted into structure.

Structure turned into form.

This is not lifestyle.

This is not branding.

This is Existential Drive.