I wasn’t born to be just one thing.
When I was little and someone asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I froze.
Not because I didn’t have dreams. Not because I lacked ambition.
It was the opposite.
Picking just one thing felt like putting on a straightjacket.
How was I supposed to choose ONE thing when I wanted to be EVERYTHING?
I’ve always been a wildly imaginative, creative kid living in a world built for specialists.
You know the type — where you’re supposed to have your whole life figured out by age six. Doctor, lawyer, architect.
And there I was, feeling like the odd one out.
I still remember being in class, hearing my classmates say with total confidence:
—"I want to be a doctor"
—"Well, I’m going to be an engineer"
And I was sitting there like… how the hell do they already know?
I didn’t.
But not because I didn’t care — because I wanted to do it all.
Paint, write, sing, invent, move, create things that didn’t exist yet.
I didn’t fit into a single category. And instead of that giving me wings, it made me feel like something was wrong with me.
I tried to adapt.
Tried to fit in.
I got good at surviving systems that were never designed for people like me.
I learned to be clever, to navigate labels without sticking to any of them.
But I also got really frustrated.
School? Pure torture.
Not because I wasn’t smart — but because I was bored out of my mind.
Everything they taught felt dull, predictable, grey.
Until one day, I started taking the reins.
Deciding what I wanted to learn. How I wanted to live.
And everything shifted.
I realised I’m a multidisciplinary creative, a visionary, obsessively into what lights me up, and bold enough to throw myself into the unknown like a wrecking ball... without needing anything to demolish.
There’s no course that teaches you that.
To this day, even my closest friends still ask:
—"So, what are you doing now?"
—"And the singing thing? Are you still doing that?"
It’s not that I switch paths.
It’s that I never had just one.
My curiosity moves faster than any label can keep up with.
Most people need a neat little box to understand you — but mine doesn’t fit in any damn box.
So no, you won’t find a step-by-step here on how to become the perfect human.
What a snoozefest.
That’s not what this blog is for.
This is about owning the fact that my brain works like that old car still running on duct tape and questionable decisions.
And somehow, it still gets me where I need to go.
It’s about not hiding anymore.
About not dulling our weirdness just to make other people comfortable.
About using our superpowers without flinching at the risk.
About quitting the bullshit of asking for permission to be all the things.
This is for the ones who create without asking.
The ones who change passions, change lives, change directions without needing to explain themselves.
The creatively fucked.
The ones who can’t be boxed in — even if they tried.
Because “normal” was never enough.
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