Dear Reader,

27.

Spiritually, this number speaks to growth, enlightenment, and the fulfillment of one’s divine purpose. Today, 27 marks more than just the years I’ve walked this Earth—it represents every lesson, every loss, every moment of clarity, and every silent battle I’ve endured.

If I had to sum it all up in one word? Revelatory.

This road I’ve been called to walk often alone, often misunderstood has revealed truths that words will always fall short of capturing. Some of the battles I’ve fought can’t be recorded in any journal or spoken aloud in a testimony. They’ve lived in my body, mind and soul. And while this world keeps us distracted and divided, the reality is this: unity is not a luxury, it’s a necessity. Survival depends on it.

A few know my story. A few may misread my writings. Most may never care. And honestly, that’s okay.

But my story fuels my mission. It’s the fire beneath every step I take toward purpose. I’ve lost friends. I’ve lost loved ones. I’ve even had to walk away from people I deeply cared about not out of bitterness, but because the next chapter demanded a different version of me. A more focused, spiritually aligned version.

Why am I writing this now?

Because five years ago, BroPak began as a mere concept—an idea shaped by struggle and driven by something bigger than myself. And looking back, I see why I questioned my faith, why I second-guessed my voice, why I suppressed my emotions and avoided silence. Silence used to terrify me. In those quiet moments, my demons would try to speak. They would whisper despair and invite me toward the edge. But I refused to act on their lies.

Sobriety once felt foreign. Peace was a stranger. But eventually, I learned the most powerful truth of all: This is not about me. Not me, not you, not them. It's about us—a collective spirit that transcends the individual.

We’ve died a thousand metaphorical deaths. We’ve walked a thousand lifetimes. We’ve nurtured one another in ways we don’t even remember. But somehow, we keep forgetting how to walk together. How to be together. And for what? Power? Ego? Greed?

We are not perfect. We all want what we think we deserve. But in truth, we are owed nothing. Life is not about what you deserve. It’s about what you choose to do with what you have. And most importantly, it's about gratitude—for the breath in our lungs and the light we get to see each morning.

They say we carry “generational curses,” but I’ve come to realize the curse is often the mindset. The belief that we’re stuck. That we can’t break the cycle. That starting over means we’ve failed. That finishing is the only metric of success

But…Now I understand the truth: Nothing is permanent. Everything can fall like a house of cards, especially if it’s built on foundations that were never ours to begin with. Learning how to let the waters flow, and let things fall into the place they belong.

So, what now?

Now, it’s time to disrupt. To reimagine. To remember who we are not who we were told to be. For too long, we’ve been boxed in by systems, labeled by zip codes, controlled by unspoken rules passed down through generations. Enough.

It’s time to rewrite the narrative.

I don’t have all the answers. But I do have a mission. And I believe in what we can build together.

Let’s stop waiting for permission.
Let’s stop asking to be seen.
Let’s create the light we’ve been searching for.

With heart, fire, and intention,
Benjamín Figueroa Medina
Founder, BroPak