Master Love Perpetually – The Story Behind the Name

There are names we are given, and then there are names that are born out of fire.Names that don’t come from a certificate or a signature, but from survival.From nights spent wondering if there will be another sunrise.From pain that refused to stay silent.

That’s how Master Love Perpetually came to me.It was not an idea—it was a truth whispered through the chaos.A seed planted in the bruises of my body and the fractures of my soul.

It didn’t arrive polished. It arrived like a cry. It arrived like a prayer. It arrived the way all real things do—raw, aching, undeniable.

The Weight of Survival

I was born into a body that carried a rare condition—Factor VII deficiency. A life lived in the shadow of bleeding that wouldn’t stop, doctors and hospitals becoming my second home, survival stitched together by the mercy of medicine and plasma.

People called me lucky. Some said I was strong. But what they didn’t see was how survival doesn’t feel like winning—it feels like carrying invisible weight every single day.

When you wake up with pain, when your bones and joints remind you of your fragility, when you’re told “this is incurable,” you start asking yourself:

Why am I here? Why am I still breathing when so much tries to take me away?

For years, I didn’t have an answer.But the answer was slowly forming, like smoke gathering shape in the air.

A Name That Chose Me

One day, it came. Not in a boardroom. Not through branding exercises or brainstorms. But through silence.

The words Master Love Perpetually fell into me like rain.I didn’t invent them—I received them.

And when I heard them, my chest ached because I knew.This wasn’t just a name. This was a life sentence. A direction. A vow.

To Master Love means to study it, to live it, to practice it when it’s hardest.Not just romantic love, but the kind of love that holds someone’s hand when they are bleeding, the kind that forgives even when trust has been broken, the kind that looks at scars—visible or hidden—and says: you are still beautiful, you are still worthy.

To carry that word Perpetually means it cannot end.It is not seasonal. It is not conditional.It is forever.

Master Love Perpetually.

That became my heartbeat.

Pain as the Teacher

It’s strange, isn’t it? How pain becomes the greatest teacher.How the things we once hated become the soil for our purpose.

If I had been born into ease, maybe I would not have searched for meaning.If I had never faced hospitals, bruises, strokes, the edge of death, maybe I would not have discovered how much life weighs, how much every single breath is a miracle.

My pain became the classroom. My scars became my textbooks.

Through pain, I learned patience.Through pain, I learned humility.Through pain, I learned that nothing matters more than love—not money, not power, not fame.Because when your life is slipping, what you long for is not material—it’s connection. It’s someone to hold you. It’s love.

The World Didn’t Teach Me Love

The truth is, the world didn’t always show me love.I grew up facing bullying, misunderstanding, even betrayal from family and peers. I saw cruelty. I saw people turning away when I needed them most.

And yet… something inside me refused to become bitter.

Yes, I carried anger. Yes, I carried loneliness. But beneath it all, I carried this tiny flame—a belief that love is real. That it exists even when people fail to show it.

I realized that the very absence of love in my life is what made me chase it so relentlessly. What made me want to master it. To not let the world’s brokenness dictate my own.

Why MLP Exists

MLP is not just a brand.

It is not just fashion, music, or art.

MLP is my offering to humanity. It’s my attempt to turn years of pain into something that can heal.

Every piece of clothing, every lyric, every poem, every story—it all carries this pulse:That love is greater than pain.That scars are not shame—they are proof of survival.That our wounds can either rot us or water the soil for something new.

Master Love Perpetually is not about me. It is about us. It’s about building a world where people don’t have to hide their suffering, where we can be raw and honest and still be seen as worthy.

From Pain Into Love

So why the name?Because names carry power.

Master Love Perpetually is a reminder to myself, and to you, that love is not an emotion to chase—it’s a practice to embody.

It’s respect.

It’s presence.

It’s resilience.

It’s what happens when we take our pain, our heartbreaks, our near-death nights, our childhood traumas, and instead of letting them poison us, we let them transform us.

That’s what MLP means:

Turning pain into love.

Not once. Not sometimes. But perpetually.

A Gentle Invitation

If you’re reading this, maybe you carry scars too.Maybe yours aren’t visible. Maybe they’re tucked away in memories you don’t talk about.

But I want you to pause right now and place your hand on them—whether they live in your chest, your mind, or your skin.

And whisper this:

My scars are not weakness. My scars are my proof. My scars are my love.

Then, ask yourself:How can I let my scars become seeds for love?How can I transform what once broke me into something that heals?

This is what MLP asks of all of us. Not perfection. Not performance. But honesty.

To keep living, to keep growing, and to keep loving —perpetually.

Because if pain taught me anything, it’s this:

Love is not optional. Love is the only way we survive.

Closing Note

The story behind MLP is not just mine—it’s an invitation. An invitation for you to see your scars differently. To stop hiding them. To let them breathe in the open air.

Because somewhere, someone needs the story you’re afraid to tell.And maybe your scars, like mine, will one day whisper to you a truth that changes everything.

Until then, remember this:Master Love. Perpetually.