A few years ago, I thought being successful meant I was winning.

I had the house. I had the followers. I had the songs on the radio. And I was still sad.

So I did something drastic. Walked across a whole continent. Not to prove anything. Just to remember who I am.

Step by step, mile by mile… I stripped away everything I wasn’t. The masks. The fear. The good-boy smile I learned to wear in school.

I’m not here to sell you an answer. Just to say this: If you’re in pain right now, maybe you’re not broken. Maybe you’re just being asked to wake up.

To feel it all. To lose the version of yourself that was never yours to keep. To meet the You that’s been waiting your whole life to be born.

That’s the real flex. Not success. Not approval. But becoming the one you came here to be.