I watched the Super Bowl show and I cried a little. As a musician, moments like that feel almost impossible to imagine for yourself. I don’t really listen to Bad Bunny and I don’t watch the Super Bowl, but I understand the weight of that stage, the eyes on you, the power a performance can hold. His stage was stunning. The energy felt warm: family, love, unity, humility. That’s what I’ve always respected about him. He carries, or at least shows, a genuine care and softness, and I truly believe that’s what has taken him where he is.

What feels insane to me is how that moment of celebration and success exists right next to fear. Representing unity while being threatened. Performing love in a country still gripped by hatred. A tale as old as time: racism, the fear of a white America watching a Latin man rise beyond control.

How surreal must it be to be Benito, loved worldwide and yet framed as a threat. To celebrate your career at its peak while still being scared for your life. To attend the Grammys and sit alone, not out of ego, but because of security.

It’s a crazy world. Sometimes it makes me feel crazy too. And the fact that Bad Bunny’s existence, his art, his presence, his political stance, becomes an act of resistance against the hatred MAGA clings to. It’s heavy. It shouldn’t be this way, but here we are.