My days are like the roar of a motorcycle engine breaking the silence and throwing me into motion. I push the throttle to the limit and race forward, without hesitation. The sea is nearby, the wind of freedom plays in my hair, and the horizon calls me onward.

Men, if waves crash over you like a storm at sea — don’t give up. As long as your heart beats, you are needed by this world, and by yourself. Don’t let small things cloud your strength. Fight till the end, like the sea that never stops pounding the rocks, throwing back only foam to surge forward again.

Life is movement and drive. And in this movement, we become stronger!