Chemin d'or

It smells of fatigue and self-respect. That state when the race for success has become tiresome, but stopping is scarier than continuing. The words “patience carrée” sound like a formula for survival: breathe, don't rush, keep your head up, even if the asphalt beneath your feet is shaky. This is not about dreams, but about reality - with its bitterness, false friends, and the light at the end of the tunnel, which may not be an exit at all, but simply an advertisement for hope.

It sounds tired, but manly honest: without ostentatious glamour, without poetry - but with an internal code where self-respect replaces likes. An ironic anthem to those who have long understood that you don't have to be a star to shine.