The night bus is cramped and cold.
In Japan, we stop every two hours so the driver can rest.
Most people hate being woken up.
But for me, it’s a “Pit Stop.”
I step out into the midnight air, stretch my aching body, and grab a black coffee.
Staring at the dark highway, I find my focus.
I’m not just traveling; I’m recalibrating.
As the sun starts to rise, the exhaustion disappears.
Why? Because every mile brings me closer to my kids.
That excitement is my NOS.
I used to call this “hardship.”
I was wrong. This is just the fuel for the life I’m building.
Catch you at the finish line.
