Let’s just get this out of the way: this blog isn’t for most people. It’s for the ones who’ve chased all the wrong things, found them, and still felt empty. I’m not here to preach or convince anyone. Just sharing something that I’ve been slowly realizing…

I showed random, crappy cat photos to a camera world legend who belongs in history books. And somehow, that was good enough. And maybe that’s the part that’s been sinking in slowly. That I don’t need to lead with perfection to be worthy…

I AM love, and it’s more about giving loving kindness to others than taking something from them. I’m not perfect. I still slip up. But I don’t need to chase anymore. Because love isn’t out there. It’s in how I choose to show up…

Like the greatest cosmic joke, flying into Bucharest was actually time-traveling into my past. I acted out of pain, insecurities, and unhealed wounds, and insulted “Bucharest elites” for as long as it took for me to start looking within…

I used to think that love would heal me. That if I could just find the right woman, all the pain, all the loneliness, all the mess inside me would finally disappear. But love was never supposed to be a rescue mission. It took breaking hearts…

I never imagined watching Romanians running from themselves and projecting their own shame onto me would be the thing that finally forced me to stop running from myself. All I can say is that I’m glad this happened…