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Nathan is twenty-six, a Miami-born music artist with a gift for the guitar. He comes from a family of five, yet now lives downtown in a small shack with only his German shepherd for company.
His routine is simple: wake up early, smoke a little weed, work out, wash the dishes, scramble some eggs, and on some mornings, drag himself reluctantly into the shower. He spends most of his days indoors and even brags about his self-imposed isolation.
“I don’t need nobody. I’m good on my own, oit?” he chants at anyone who tries to offer help or connection.
No one really knows where he lives; he calls that “privacy.” He’s brash, abrasive, and easily provoked: but often only steps into street fights to defend the oppressed. In his mind, he’s a freedom fighter.
Nathan carries dark memories. His parents traveled constantly; his father was deep into drugs, and eventually his mother followed. He watched them do things no child should ever witness. His formative years were bruised, and his siblings drifted into criminality before they were even grown.
To protect what was left of his sanity, he isolated himself. The moment he became old enough, he stepped away, determined to find a better path. He poured his experiences into music, though progress has been painfully slow.
He has a girlfriend, Rachel, who comes around to cook and clean. He doesn’t trust her, not even a little. Suspicion is second nature where he grew up. He pushes her away for reasons even he doesn’t fully understand.
“I ain’t going nowhere,” she tells him over and over.
To him, she’s a nuisance, yet she’s the only person he spends hours with. The only one he hasn’t completely shut out.
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ORATOR:
A lot of people today live behind invisible walls. Defensive. Suspicious. Accusing. And honestly, exhausting.
“I don’t have any friends!” they proclaim proudly. Yes, the world is wicked and strange things happen every day; but don’t let that poison your soul. Loneliness can be more dangerous than most diseases. Being busy is one thing; isolating out of fear is another.
Some people suspect their relatives, partners, and loved ones of hidden intentions. Always imagining an ulterior motive. Yet sometimes, people simply enjoy your company. Sometimes, your partner genuinely loves you. But because she gave you her heart too freely, you’ve convinced yourself she wants your money. Money you might not even have.
“Sir, why are you single?”
“It’s just been gold diggers around me.”
Oh, please. Don’t give me the ick.
You, too, are a “beauty digger,” a “body-shape digger,” a “baby factory digger.”
No cap.
You admire certain people deeply, yet you assume they’d be hostile, competitive, or ready to betray you. You smell betrayal the way someone might smell uncooked rice—imagined, exaggerated, and completely out of place.
Everything is “sus.”
Your behavior may be understandable. You’ve been hurt before. But you can’t stay locked up forever.
This isn’t a call to be an open book. It’s simply a reminder not to become a sealed kitchen.
Invisible walls ruin friendships, families, relationships, marriages, and any form of meaningful human connection.
It’s okay to be social.
It’s okay to build genuine friendships.
It’s okay to welcome people who mean well.
It’s okay to let go of the bruises of past betrayal.
Maybe you were taken advantage of. Your kindness, your resources, your vulnerability. Don't let anyone turn you into a self-inflicting monster. Don't judge people based on the actions of others in your past and present.
Your family is God's gift to you, as you are to them. Don't just build invisible walls, build acquaintances and friendships too! Be rizz!
Stop being unnecessarily suspicious of people, it could turn out you are the villain and culprit of mischief.
Family isn't always defined by blood, you could make one and all become
“One Big Happy Family.”
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