We are ordinary people. We do not stand out, we do not succeed, we leave no visible mark. We live a discreet path, marked by silent conflicts, poor decisions, and a vocation that sustains our life more than it improves it. There is no brilliant story behind it, only continuity and presence.

Life is not about achievements, it is about endurance. About accepting a limited life without decorating it or justifying it. We suffer through marriages, the system, social failure, and we continue. There is no redemption or epic. Only the passage of time and the dignity of going on. Showing a normal life without lies may be the most honest thing we can do.