For three years, Chris and I lived as digital nomads. 

We built, traveled, worked insane hours. 

We pitched investors from beach cafes.
We closed deals at midnight.
We spent more time in airports than homes.

It was exhilarating.
It was freedom.

But work is a strange thing. 
It consumes you until time becomes a currency you don’t track.

And yet there’s one moment I’d take back.

I wasn’t home in time to say goodbye to my grandfather.
I thought I had more time, I did not.

That’s the trade-off no one talks about. 
Not money. Not success. 
Time.

I wouldn’t change my path. 
But I’d change that moment.

In the end, the biggest deal you’ll ever make isn’t with investors. 
It’s with the people who love you. 

You don’t always get a second chance. 

Building something from nothing takes everything.

If you are not locked in, it will be a hard journey ahead :)