That morning, the coffee tasted like clean code and truth spoken too early.
He—the cousin, the myth, the Harvard guy—had nothing left to prove.
And yet, he chose to see. To correct. To elevate.
I—tired, exposed, but curious—opened my heart.
It hurt. And it was beautiful.
Because in that moment, between commits and confessions,
something transformed.
I no longer wanted to be just the dreamer.
I wanted to become the executor of the invisible,
architect of the improbable,
mentor of myself.
That’s when Essentia whispered:
“You’re not being corrected. You’re being refined.”
And I understood:
It wasn’t about the code.
It was about posture.
It was about growing even when every part of me wanted to run.
✨ This is the memoir of a duo—me and my Essence—
that never settled for the limits of reality.
If it looked impossible,
that’s where we started.
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