He grew up overlooked. Too small for the coaches’ eyes. Too determined to quit. His discipline in athletics was sharpened in the shadow of doubt.

But beneath the drive to prove himself lives another truth—curiosity for art, for song, for expression. Spaces where he feels “small” now, not because of size, but because he hasn’t yet watered those seeds.

It often takes seers—gentle soul-farmers—to remind us of what we can’t yet name in ourselves. For him, it is his grandfather, nudging softly, pointing toward the artistry within. Without that steady voice, this piece of him might have remained hidden.

How often do we miss our own magic? How often do we chase one score to settle, while ignoring the quiet places inside us that want to sing?

This is a conversation about focus, resilience, and the parts of ourselves we leave unseen.