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I Choose You

Today is Valentine’s Day.

The world is loud about it. Roses marked up. Restaurants full. Feeds curated with proof that love exists because someone posted it. One day carved out to perform devotion.

I was supposed to release a song today. The best Valentine’s Day song you haven’t heard yet.

But I’m not in the business of forcing art into noise anymore. I don’t push. I place the work into the world and let it find its moment. So I’m giving it a week.

Because love doesn’t live on a holiday.

If it’s real, it lives in the other 364 days.

It lives on the random Tuesday when nothing is glamorous. It lives in the quiet choice to stay when no one is watching. It lives in discipline, not dopamine.

That’s what I Choose You is about.

Not butterflies. Not hype. Not a caption.

Decision.

In a culture obsessed with options, scrolling, and upgrades, the rarest move isn’t attraction — it’s commitment. We’re trained to keep doors open. To hedge bets. To treat people like interchangeable tabs.

But strength isn’t in having options. Strength is in eliminating them.

The chorus says exactly what it means:

There is nothing I wouldn’t do
To spend my every day with you
Let’s go round again
Every lifetime I choose you

That isn’t seasonal romance. That’s conviction.

People joke about the pirate archetype. The hat. The outlaw image. So instead of running from it, I leaned into it. Because what is a pirate story if not devotion across distance? Crossing oceans. Facing storms. Knowing exactly where home is.

So I went to the beach and filmed it that way.

If I love you, I cross oceans.
If I love you, I wait.
If I love you, I choose you — again.

Not once a year. Every day.

The flowers will fade tomorrow. The posts will drop in the feed. The noise will move on.

And then there are 364 days left.

That’s where love proves itself.

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The Checklist Will Never Find Love

Society teaches us love can be measured, filtered, optimized. If it isn’t Instagram-ready, if it doesn’t fit the boxes, it isn’t worth our time. We scroll, compare, and upgrade endlessly — chasing perfection that doesn’t exist.

The rarest thing isn’t love itself. It’s commitment. Seeing beyond the surface. Choosing someone fully, not because they check your boxes, but because they prove themselves quietly, daily, in ways no one else notices.

Most people miss it. They judge by appearances, by curated images. They overlook loyalty in small, consistent acts. They dismiss devotion that doesn’t arrive with flash or applause. And so love passes by — invisible, understated, undeniable if only we had eyes to see.

Real love is action: protection without being asked, reminders that someone matters, saying “no” to guard them, standing up when the world disrespects them. These acts don’t come with a checklist. They come from instinct, humility, and clarity about what counts.

Modern culture glorifies flashy, convenient, performative love. Strength isn’t in endless choice — it’s in committing fully, consciously, courageously, to one person, one truth. The real ones won’t fit your checklist. They are quieter, subtler, often overlooked. But they are there. You see them, or you let them pass.

Love is not curated. It is earned in moments no one witnesses. Those who chase checkmarks will never grasp it. Those who settle for what looks right will never encounter what is true.

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The Myth of Endless Options

We live in a time where keeping doors open is considered wisdom.

You can scroll through faces like headlines. You can pivot careers before your coffee cools. You can walk away at the first inconvenience and call it self-respect.

The world hands you options and tells you that’s power.

It isn’t.

Endless options don’t create strength. They create hesitation.

We’ve confused access with authority. Because you can choose anything, you think you’re powerful. Because you can leave at any moment, you think you’re free.

But the ability to exit is not the same as the ability to build.

You say you value depth, but your thumb is trained to discard a human being in less than a second. Left. Right. Gone.

When everything is an option, nothing is sacred.

We talk about not settling. About always upgrading. About never limiting ourselves. It sounds ambitious. It sounds independent.

Underneath, it’s fear.

Indecision feels safe because it delays accountability. If you never fully choose, you never fully risk. And if you never fully risk, you never have to find out whether you were capable of building something that lasts.

So we hover.
Half committed.
Half invested.
Half packed to leave.

Real power looks different.

Power is elimination.

It’s standing at an intersection with ten routes mapped out and turning the wheel onto one highway — knowing you just closed nine others behind you.

It’s saying: this path. This standard. This person. This mission.

And then accepting the cost.

Because there is always a cost.

When you choose, you limit yourself. That’s the point. Closed doors create focus. Focus builds weight. Weight builds legacy.

The culture worships options because it’s afraid of conviction.

But in a distracted world, the rarest thing isn’t talent. It isn’t access. It isn’t attention.

It’s a man who chooses — and does not waver.

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The Weight of Showing Up

A man tagged me in a post last night. A simple post about authenticity online. About how most people hide behind personas and filters. And it hit me — the only reason I can even be tagged in a conversation like that is because I’ve spent years learning how to show up exactly as I am. No pretense. No act. Nothing borrowed.

I didn’t arrive here casually. For years I resisted, hesitated, questioned every decision. I’ve lived in the noise of the industry. I’ve toured and seen the fakeness up close — the manufactured personas, the calculated appearances, the performances designed for clicks, likes, and admiration. I’ve seen the kind of people who build an image and defend it at all costs. I’ve lived it. And I’ve turned away from it.

When you’ve fought real battles — unions, corporate injustice, navigating life, loss, responsibility — you learn that authenticity isn’t optional. It’s survival. Showing up as yourself costs more than most people are willing to pay. You get scrutinized. Misread. Misunderstood. Every gesture, every choice becomes evidence in the court of public opinion.

You don’t grow defensive for ego’s sake. You grow deliberate. You learn to protect what matters. You learn to move in alignment with your truth and let the rest fall where it may. You understand that visibility is not vulnerability — that to be real doesn’t mean to be available.

This is what people mistake for arrogance. They mistake it for detachment. They mistake it for ego. But it’s none of that. It’s discipline. It’s accountability. It’s the courage to be consistent when the world tells you to be flashy, loud, and performative. It’s the understanding that you only control what you do and how you show up, not what the world does with it.

So if you see me online and think you’re seeing a performance, think again. The way I dress, the way I record, the way I control every element of the music videos, the writing, the presence — it’s all me. Not an act. Not a persona. Not an image crafted for approval. It’s the sum of everything I’ve lived through, the lessons I’ve paid for, and the discipline I’ve chosen to carry forward.

Authenticity isn’t flashy. It doesn’t need applause. It doesn’t need to be defended. It doesn’t need to be explained. But sometimes it does need to be said, because the noise is so loud that people forget what reality even looks like. And this week, that’s why I write this — to set the record straight for anyone who’s paying attention, to show what it means to move in truth when the world wants fiction.

Being real doesn’t mean being perfect. It doesn’t mean being untouchable. It means showing up with everything you’ve got, with your history, your scars, your growth, and your commitment to the people and principles that actually matter. That’s the only performance worth anything. That’s the only stage that counts.

If you’re watching, listening, paying attention — you’ll see it. If you’re not, you’re missing the point entirely.

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