"text": "<p>Well, hello again, dear reader. Like I said, I’ll keep this one a little lighter and just share what’s on my mind right now.</p>\n\n<p>I’m writing this just before my music production and composition class at a private cultural center near my house. Honestly, I don’t think anyone’s showing up today. Maybe “music production” just sounds too intimidating for young teens. I’ve thought about renaming it to something friendlier, like “music building.” Or maybe we just need better promotion—flyers outside schools, or even ads on Facebook and Instagram so the course pops up for anyone, anytime. Still, I’m hanging on. This is already the second day with no students, but as the center’s manager always says: “Hope is the last thing that dies.” In Spanish—“La esperanza es lo último que muere”—it hits even harder. And truthfully, I hold onto that every time I feel like quitting. When I’m drained, sad, and telling myself, “Everything is pointless. I’m 28, it’s too late,” I remind myself: maybe things feel pointless right now, but hope is always the last thing that dies. I’ve been at this for six years, and at least today, at 28, I feel like I’m finally moving forward.</p>\n\n<p>Recently, I worked on a project that reminded me why I love this. My vocal coach asked me to record her students for International Children’s Day, singing “Que Canten Los Niños” (“Let the Kids Sing”). It was amazing. Producing and editing each of the 12 kids’ vocals was fun on its own, but when the chorus came in and ALL of them sang together… wow. It gave me chills. Being trusted with that project was so fulfilling, and it pushed me to finally start my own studio: <em><strong>Casa 4 Studio</strong></em> (pronounced “Casa Cuatro Studio”—though people can call it “House 4” if they prefer). I’m even remodeling a small family space to turn it into a real physical studio. That feels like progress.</p>\n\n<p>Still… Lambda doesn’t get it. I know, I should work harder, stop making excuses, and push myself instead of drowning in pessimism. Believe me—I know! But can’t you see where I am right now? You know the struggles I’ve lived through. Last year I barely did anything, and the little I did you brushed off. I don’t care if “I’m better than this.” That’s why I told you I can’t even think about being with you. You’re far away now, just a memory. And like I said before, it’ll take as long as it takes—so please, just let me be. I’m sorry I didn’t map out my life the way you did 20+ years ago. I get it—you had your first album at 14. Congrats. But while I was just learning to believe in myself six years ago, you were already celebrating platinum records. Just… let me be. When I release <strong>Lambda’s Lullaby</strong>, I hope you’ll finally understand instead of leaning on HEX every single time.</p>\n\n<p>Anyway, I’ll stop here. And yes, I’m posting this as-is—no filters. Thanks for sticking around. As always, you can reach me on my socials (links are up top). See you tomorrow.</p>\n\n<p>- Nano</p>",
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