My First Year Living in Massachusetts (The First Time) 

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Let me start off by saying — damn, what a wild ride this has been.

For the first time in a long time, I’m finally telling my story — a story that’s about to reach people all across the internet. I’ve still got a long way to go, more work to do, more things to build, but the difference now is simple: I’m here. I made it this far.

Over the last year, I’ve created brand pages, built websites, and developed entire communities from scratch. I’ve spent countless nights designing, strategizing, and visualizing what my future could look like. And now, at 28, I look around and realize — I’m not where most people my age are.

While others are busy spending, consuming, and trying to look the part, I’ve been working on becoming the one they consume from. I’ve learned that true power lies not in what you buy, but in what you build.

But this journey hasn’t been easy.

I’ve watched people stare, judge, and try to intimidate me. I’ve seen people get close only to cross me later. Trust — something so small yet so powerful — has become rare. My last relationship broke me in ways I didn’t expect; I gave my all to someone who turned out to be abusive, and when that ended, it took a piece of me with it.

Still, God had a plan.

He stripped away what wasn’t meant for me so I could finally see who was.

Living in Massachusetts, I’ve noticed how inflated egos can be — how many people only show up when you’ve made it to your highest, never when you’re struggling at your lowest. That realization changed how I view relationships and loyalty. Right now, I’m not sure when or if I’ll open my heart again, but I know one thing: whoever comes next will meet a man who’s already whole.

Through it all, I’ve been blessed to meet a few real ones — a group of brothers who keep me grounded, motivated, and focused. They’re the ones who remind me why I started, especially in those moments when I felt like falling apart.

Those rough days — when my hair was growing wild, when I wore the same fit over and over like Mark Zuckerberg, when I had nothing but my vision — those were the days that built my foundation. Those were the days that humbled me and made me who I am today.

Now, I look back at everyone who once looked down on me, and I can only smile.

Because while they were watching me struggle, I was quietly building my empire.

From the depths of homelessness, I built communities, networks, and businesses that are now becoming global. And in just a few short months, my entire life is about to shift again — from living like a civilian to moving like a CEO.

And no, I’m not sorry for it.

I’m grateful.

My circle is small, but it’s solid. My focus is sharp, and my faith is unshakable. God has been aligning everything in His time, not mine — and that’s what makes this moment so divine.

To everyone who stuck by me through the chaos, through the nights I wanted to give up, and through the silence when I disappeared — thank you. You may not realize it, but your presence, your words, your support — they kept me alive when I didn’t have much left in me.

This chapter marks the end of the hardest part of my life — and the beginning of the greatest one yet.

God took me through the storm so I could become the man I was meant to be.

Now, I’m standing in it — the moment I prayed for, the purpose I was molded for, the life I’m finally ready to live.


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