Hey, it’s been a while since my last blog. I’ve been busy, well, actually, I am, really am. You know, this thing of trying to get at least a better life is getting serious (nothing comes without a sacrifice).

I hope to be consistent in writing a blog regularly. After reading a lot of blogs, I ended up liking it, so here I’m writing crazy stuff from my mind. One of the things that I like about writing blogs is allowing people to see how I think, letting them be on my mind for a couple of minutes, and honestly, this is one of the reasons why I like to read blogs. You can learn a lot of things about people’s thoughts and experiences. You probably think, “Who the F#@! this guy thinks he is, he’s just talking to no one.” Maybe you’re right, but hey, you are reading this right now. I’m doing this for two simple reasons:

1. I built this shit, brick by brick. Ok, no, I like to write what is on my mind, let me be honest, just when I feel the energy to do it. And this is helping me to improve my English.
2. For me, the idea of leaving footprints of your existence is super interesting. Think about it: if I die, this stays. Someone could read it 10, 20 years from now and know how I thought, what I cared about. Just like those handwritten notes from scientists that changed history, or Mark Zuckerberg’s old blog posts before he became, well, Mark Zuckerberg. That’s the whole point — leaving proof you existed, that your thoughts mattered.

Let’s leave this topic for now and move on to what we came here to do.

2:49 a.m. – Two Dogs and a Plastic Bottle

You remember when I said nothing comes without a sacrifice? Well, this is my sacrifice for now: time. I hope that once I achieve the goal I am trying to achieve, I will have time for other things, but for now, I am focused on improving and making the most of my time to learn as much as I can. The competition out there is scary, and I would like to be prepared for this battle.

Why 2:49 a.m.? It was the time I shut down my laptop after a whole day of coding and homework for college. I was about to get ready for bed and melt my brain scrolling through Instagram or TikTok — it seems like this is the only way to combat insomnia. But don’t worry about me, I’m getting much better; it doesn’t happen as often anymore, but of course, I have to take a pill first and then spray my room with Dr. Teal’s sleep spray. It’s really good, you should try it if you have experienced the same problem as me. (Thanks to my cousin Anthony for teaching me this kind of witchcraft.)

Before going to bed, I decided to get a glass of water, but I heard a crawling plastic bottle sound coming from outside. I leaned out of the window, and I saw two dogs playing with a plastic bottle, just living in the moment, being happy with the smallest and most insignificant thing, when everybody was sleeping, when no humans existed to interrupt their game, their happiness.

I stared at them for a while. Two stray dogs, no owner, no schedule, no goals, no deadlines — just a plastic bottle and the night for themselves. They didn’t care if it was 2:49 a.m., they didn’t care about the world, about sacrifices, about the competition. They were simply living in the moment, yet looking happier than most of us.

And it hit me. While I’m here, grinding, sacrificing sleep, trying to build a better future brick by brick, there’s also a lesson in that scene: happiness doesn’t always come from achieving big things. Sometimes it’s hidden in the simplest, most overlooked moments. Those dogs reminded me that even while chasing my dreams, I shouldn’t forget how to enjoy the bottle moments in life.

So please, you who are reading this (and I truly appreciate you taking the time to do so), you who strive every day, who make sacrifices — don’t forget your bottle moments.