i still have an old memory of my grandfather who lived his life at such a fast pace moving between countries, coming and going from relationships tell me that he wished he paced himself and that he hoped i would have it in me to pace myself. to slowly dig up my treasure with consistency.

i reflect now at how consistency is build through little acts of discipline and devotion who knows if what i want will ever be but i am happy in heading towards it and the optimism is enough to keep seeing the bird in the sky and appreciating the puddles that form.