BASTIAN
(THREE YEARS AGO)
I dragged myself out of bed to go to work. It was the weekend, so I had nothing else to do.
My nights were my days, and my days were my nights because of the lifestyle I have had since I started chasing my dream.
Everything was happening very monotonously in my life. I had moved to the big city to follow my dream, a dream that was costing me my life, my emotional well-being, and even my family, and I hadn't achieved anything except getting a job as a waiter in a high-end restaurant, which I took out of sheer necessity. I felt like a complete failure.
"Bastian, you're late again," the manager scolded me as I walked down the hall, fastening my apron. "Beto had to cover your tables."
"My dog didn't want to let me come to work. I had to convince him I'd be back
