Lost Boys & Reinvention

Some of us were never meant to fit neatly behind a school desk.We were the restless kids, the ones they called “distracted,” “difficult,” or “lazy.”But the truth is, we were already dreaming of a life no one had words for yet.

I’ve been the kid who couldn’t sit still, the apprentice trying to earn a sense of worth, the tradesman carrying more than just stone. I’ve reimagined myself more times than I can count—each reinvention another chance to prove to myself I could be more than anyone expected.

I watched my mum walk away from a job that was slowly killing her spirit. I watched her take the risk of starting again, even when it made no sense on paper .And I realised that reinvention isn’t a luxury—it’s how we survive.

Gone are the days when you could build your whole life on one skill and call it security. We’re living in a world that moves faster than we can catch up, a world that rewards those brave enough to step out of line.

This is why I’m determined to tell my story Because maybe there’s another lost boy out there who needs to hear that it’s okay to start over. It’s okay to be misunderstood. It’s okay to grow into someone you can finally be proud of.

I’m building systems so the clutter doesn’t bury me. I’m learning to automate the noise so I can stay focused on what matters. And if I can figure out how to do this, maybe I can teach the next generation of restless kids how to do it too.

Because in the end, our lives are built out of the lessons no one taught us. And if I can be anything, I want to be proof that you can reinvent yourself—over and over—and still come out whole.