About me — Surviving My Existence

I write with the chaos of four kids running around me. There, I said it.

My spouse calls it “utter madness.” but she calls me a “Cold Baby” as in, not mature enough to stick to a 9–5 job. The cold part, probably stands for how stoic I can be 😶‍🌫️. I call it all survival. The noise filters out the nonsense, leaving only the pure, unfiltered thoughts. Genius or desperation? You decide.

Speaking of wild moves, I’ve pulled quite a few. Like trying to build a writing career while being interrupted every five minutes. Concentration is a luxury I can’t afford, but that’s what makes it fun, right? Now, I’m that person who schedules “writing time” at 2 a.m. because the quiet is almost deafening. Almost.

Last year, I decided that living in Morocco ain’t going to cut it anymore. Big plans to move to Europe, but with four kids, unstable work, Vocal stories and a life that feels like a juggling act on a roller coaster, that’s a task. I’m getting there, though — one tiny step at a time.

It’s like trying to swim across the ocean with a life jacket made of bricks. But hey, I’ve got stamina, and the view’s not bad.

I’ve learned to charm customers and close deals while boiling pasta and checking homework. Multi-tasking? More like survival mode. They say sales is all about listening. Well, I’ve had my fair share of that too — listening to clients, kids, and the incessant hum of dreams that refuse to be silenced.

“I collect dreams like people collect regrets”- F*cking genius, I can’t believe I wrote that.

Did you know that patience can be learned? It took me a marathon or two to figure that one out. The person running beside me wasn’t impressed when I told them, but that’s okay. I’m in this for the long haul.

Sometimes I wake up convinced I’ve figured it all out. I haven’t. But I’m learning to trust the process, even when the process involves a lot of noise and not enough sleep. Reality is messy, but it’s mine.

I’ve got a vision board somewhere under a pile of toys. It’s filled with cities I want to live in, books I want to write, rap songs I want to compose and the kind of life that’s free from the systems that try to tell me how to live. I’m getting there, one tiny, stubborn step at a time.

To be fully honest. At this moment, I’m kinda small, a mere speck in the grand scheme of things. But if you look closely at my profile, you’ll spot an airline ticket from Marrakesh to Copenhagen, set for May 27th, 2025. It’s not just a symbolic ticket; it’s a dream, a goal that keeps me going. It’s my reminder that big moves start with small steps, even for a speck like me.

So, yeah! about my bike. My one and only prized possession. Not just any bike, but the kind of bike that makes you feel like you’re winning at life, even when everything else is a mess. It was sleek, majestic, and — most importantly — mine.

Until yesterday, it wasn’t. Some opportunist(s) decided they needed it more than I did, and just like that, my freedom on wheels vanished. Now I’m the guy giving every bike the side-eye, wondering if I’ll ever trust again. Who knew a stolen bicycle could be the start of a midlife crisis?

What’s there to hate about my life? But hey, Adam | Nino | Yanis my boys, if anyone of you is reading this, please use protection when you grow up, even if you’re married & all, you know I love you. I’m constantly trying to love me as much, it’s just that there are too many of you. Bottom line, love yourselves, be full of yourselves, the rest can wait, & besides you’ve got so much selflessness in that bloody DNA I gave you, cuz that’s your own chained will.

If you’ve laughed, cringed, or wondered why you’re still reading, go ahead — give this a clap or two. Or fifty. One clap’s like a high-five without the follow-through, and nobody likes that, at least not my 2 years old, the minute I get distracted, the next high-five lands on my face.

Got thoughts? Opinions? Random ideas? Drop them below.

Let’s bond over this weird little journey I’m on.

And hey, if my ramblings have struck a chord somewhere in that chaotic brain of yours, why not fuel my next great idea — or at least my caffeine addiction? Buy me a coffee.

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Plus, you’re helping me stay sane while I try not to become just another cog in the machine.

😉Together, we’ll dodge society’s traps and pedal our way to freedom.

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