Most people treat partying like a guilty pleasure. Like something childish, reckless, or disposable. But they forget that leisure is a right, not a luxury. If you work, if you hustle, if you do whatever you do, you deserve to chill however you want. Some rest. Others retreat. But many
The dark web is the last real underground. It’s where the digital surface dies and things get quiet too quiet for most. It’s about the deepest layer of the internet, the part built for those who want out. Out of the algorithm. Out of the illusion that this
Graffiti is rebellion. It’s illegal and that’s part of the point. It doesn’t ask to be accepted. It shows up where it’s not supposed to and stays there loud, imperfect, and alive. There’s a fine line between destroying and contributing. Between making noise and saying
Hiking is one of the realest things a person can do. No distractions, no soundtrack, no signal. Just you and the ground, moving upward. After everything we’ve built, cities, cars, supermarkets we somehow left behind the one thing that kept us grounded: walking in nature. Being exposed. Getting tired.
I didn’t go to Mexico City looking for anything. Not a lesson, not a guidebook story, not a transformation. But five days later, I had just experienced something most people will never talk about, and many will never feel. This isn’t a guide. If you’re looking for
We’re not here for fame. We’re not here to be liked. We’re here because something needs to be said. If it resonates, you’re home. If it doesn’t yet, stick around it just might find you.