Guerrero Sin Fortuna

Sometimes life seems like eternal training before the real battle, except that the enemy is inside, and the battlefield is the heart. Between mistakes and forgiveness, between a glass at night and the sun at dawn, something real grows: the quiet strength to be yourself, even if your armor is scratched by time. There is no heroism here - only the ability to get up, wipe the dust from your soul, and be grateful for those who are close to you. Because happiness is not a resounding victory, but a moment when the sky above your head is clear and, finally, there is silence inside.