As children, we trust adults. Do this, don't do that. Every now and then, we break the script. When you climb where you shouldn't, pet a stray dog, embrace a wave that's too big.These moments say something about you, something difficult to explainbecause it transcends words. In the immense void of consciousness, these memories are like stars.Portraits of the past, radiating mean These moments say something about you, something difficult to explain because it transcends words. If you contemplate this Cosmos, you can't go wrong, you will find clues as to what makes you, you.

He who has a why, overcomes any how.

Life is not a game to be won, it is an ocean. If we focus only on the next goal, we run the risk of spinning, adrift. At some point, you need to set a direction. Not because you expect to get there, but because you feel that it is an interesting path. Because the truth is that there is no "there." Happiness is not a destination, it is the sail.

A new day, a new storm.

For some of us it's like this, always on the brink of shipwreck. But anyone who thinks they have no choice is mistaken. In the hold of this ship there is a chest, begging to be opened. Longing, remorse, loves buried alive. We lock our ghosts away, as if they were mistakes, when in fact they are our greatest treasure. In every impossible passion, every indescribable pain, a proof of our creative power. In every impossible passion, every indescribable pain, a proof of our creative power. Lucky is he who dives into himself and, in an act of madness, opens his heart wide open, allowing the demons to spread like fire, consuming the vessel. So that from the ashes a new "me" may emerge, one that no longer fears the rain, because it has already died. And upon seeing its certainties sink, it even dares to rejoice, as if it did not resent, not even for an instant, the indifference of the worSo that from the ashes a new "me" may emerge, one that no longer fears the rain, because it has already died. And upon seeing its certainties sink, it even dares to rejoice, as if it did not resent, not even for an instant, the indifference of the sea.

Nothing can drown the spirit of those who allow themselves to start over.

A new day, a new chance to be proud of yourself

It starts with a question: what makes sense to you?