ROBERTO DE JESUS

I left home when I was 18.

It was messy, but fun - to be reckless. Like the boyscout I was, I packed every insignificant thing I thought I would need and left.

I had the courage to go against my destiny, defy my culture and venture into what new self I could become. I became a gypsy, disposing of all my baggage as I traveled.

Many times, in my darkest moments, venturing into the unknown, I questioned myself - was this a mistake?

Was I being childish and subscribing to Neverland, that place where boys remain boys and responsibility is the enemy? I certainly did not navigate this far to succumb to Neverland.

I confronted responsibility and fought the good fight against time. I defined my present, embraced my experiences and report back to my family on my findings. - Fuck yeah! I embraced the privilege.

The privilege that only time could take away. What a joy it was for them to hear about my adventures. My letters brought them excitement.

Life itself has taken care of teaching me purpose. It only took a little courage on my part.

Years pass, and so did life. Once again my sense of responsibility came after me and time was right there with her.

I’ve experienced resilience and defined my purpose, but how am I going to tell my stories. How am I going to bring the fiction to my anecdotes, the real story.

Nowadays you don’t really know what’s real and what’s not, but does it really matter if it really happened?

It only really matters if it has meaning… right?

I met Irene while figuring out what’s next for me. I went to Miami to witness the latin gold rush of the 21st century.

Trap have officially met reggaeton and they fuck with each other. Reggaeton is now part of mainstream pop culture and the window to romanticize the genre has manifested.

The feeling just left me breathless… so many questions, so many opportunities. *sigh, life.

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