Dear Family,
It’s been a long journey, one filled with passion, creativity, and an unrelenting drive to express myself through art, words, and storytelling. Some people think I have a secret formula, some kind of magical ability that sets me apart. But the truth is, if I had some superhuman gift, I wouldn’t have had to work so hard. I’d just be floating above it all, effortlessly achieving everything I wanted. Instead, I’ve spent years grinding, creating, pushing myself—not because I have to, but because I love it. That love makes the effort feel natural, and maybe that’s why it seems like I have a secret. If I do, it’s this: passion.
That passion has been locked in my soul from the very beginning, even before I fully understood what I was meant to do. I’m not about to spin some dramatic tale about being born clutching a pencil, ready to take on the world from day one. But I was fortunate—I had parents who gave me the space and support to explore, to try different creative paths. They didn’t force me into a box or tell me what I had to become. They let me discover it for myself.
I dabbled in music, taking piano lessons for a couple of years, then trying my hand at the guitar. I spent time with my father, learning the ins and outs of running a business. I tagged along with my mother to rehearsals, watching her train as an opera singer—she had the discipline of a Juilliard graduate. Growing up in New York City gave me a front-row seat to a world of cultures, races, and perspectives that shaped the way I see people. I boxed for a while before realizing bodybuilding was a better fit—especially since I was determined to do it naturally, without steroids.
Even as a kid, I was always balancing two extremes. One moment, I was a gym rat, grinding through workouts with a laser focus. The next, I was buried in books, drawing up elaborate, hand-illustrated book reports that made my school projects stand out. I was a lone wolf, content to work on my craft in solitude, but I was also the life of the party—the one cracking jokes, making fun of our surroundings, and sketching caricatures of bad restaurant servers as a form of silent protest.
I embrace every part of who I am. I’m not content with mediocrity, and I don’t believe in simply existing—I believe in creating experiences, memories, and legacies. Right now, I’m fully immersed in this phase of my life, enjoying my solitude in my home here in Ghana, basking in the peace I’ve earned. This is what I’ve worked for—a space where I can focus entirely on my art, my writing, and my storytelling.
I’ll still do my daily YouTube videos, but my heart is leading me back to the written word. Writing allows me to take you deeper into my world—to make you laugh, to make you think, to make you feel. And this platform? It’s a dream come true. It gives me the freedom to create without the exhausting maintenance of running a website or managing social media algorithms. Here, I can simply create.
So, if you haven’t subscribed yet, do it now. And if you already have, spread the word. Tell someone who truly appreciates raw, unfiltered truth to join this space, because I promise you, the work I’m putting in will be second to none.
If there’s something you want me to dive into, a topic that needs my take, let me know. I’m here for it. This phase of my life is about passion—no filters, no compromises. I’m in it until the wheels fall off.
And let me say this: social media has become a playground for narcissists obsessed with numbers. It’s a race for followers, for artificial validation, for temporary highs. That’s not me. I’m not interested in empty popularity—I’m here to build something real. I appreciate every single one of you who has rocked with me through the years. I keep my circle tight and my focus even tighter.
At almost 62 years old (this April 8, 2025, to be exact), I feel like a kid fresh out of high school, ready to take on the world. Every day is a new canvas, a fresh opportunity to create. Some of what I write will be raw, some of it will be gritty, because I want you to feel what I’ve lived. My life has been intense, and I’ve experienced things in ways most people never do. People told me decades ago that I should write a book—I didn’t understand why at the time, but I get it now. Not everyone has the recall, the perspective, or the ability to lay it all out there the way I do. And I won’t waste that gift.
So, whether you’re here for the humor, the insight, or the deep, unfiltered truth, just know that I appreciate you. This is more than just content—it’s my life, my purpose, my legacy. And I’m honored to share it with you.
Let’s make this journey one to remember.
Always with gratitude,
LanceScurv
P.S: The photos of me above in this writing were from 1975, at 12 years old, and 2004, at 41 years of age.