A young man, green as a spring leaf, embarks on life’s journey with eyes wide with wonder and the world at his feet. His naivety is both his shield and his sword, casting a light bright enough to guide him towards becoming more than just a promise.

Beauty, like the morning dew on a leaf, lies not just in the beholder’s eye, but in the silent reverence of existence itself, echoing in every sunrise, every rustling leaf, every stone weathered by time.

Power is the invisible hand that sculpts the clay of civilization. It builds empires and reduces them to ashes, a testament to the eternal struggle between ambition and the forces of change.

Oh dude, get a cast iron. If you treat it right, season it and put in the work, it will be the best cooking pan you’ll ever have 🤙 cheers