Four thousand blocks in my head moving around like butterflies in someone’s stomach. Glitch music jumping around from speaker to speaker, and I must but obey, oh yes I must.

Transformation is what they call salvation, for I am the music that travels through speakers, I am dual, I am singular. I am the space between spaces, and the spaces themselves. I am a multidimensional space that melts through boxes. Why do spaces feel like boxes? Why is the box the simplification of being? It could be spheres. Spheres make more sense as if some kind of force should bend the edges towards a more cozy existence.

Rough spheres, something more like ellipses should be it. We have an auric space, we have a mental space, and we have an emotional space. Spaces that look like blobs melting into each other in a handful of dynamics. Yoga vs HIT is a very good example. While HIT will make you feel active, sweat, and probably worthy of the good workout badge, Yoga will make you engage with your mental will, intention, and essence, it will make you sweat from within, and grow from your essence, it will land you down, it will make you feel powerful, and capable more like a silent warrior. Yoga is feline, HIT is canine.

I see the will, I see what absence of doubts creates to a mind, body, and essence. It’s incredible. It creates one’s drive to blossom, and what’s more important, it makes one’s goals to become apparent. Yes, I want to do it. That Yes! That yes! that brings you to the desk and fulfills the task of writing a book. I feel I lack this structure, I like the vision to create a structure that makes sense, I just present myself in front of the paper and see what happens. Something more like Basquiat, more than Shakespeare. More like a freestyle dancer than a choreographic master.

Choreographies, right? Am I the moment? Am I the metaphor of the present moment itself? Is my life an ode to the now, and whatever escapes is deemed to feel sterile? I have my doubts, of course. I see her, I see her motivation, a motivation that makes her see the future, and stick to it. A motivation and clarity that makes her able to write a book, and gives her the faith to receive the clarity, which brings structure. And then, when she sits down, she lives the moment, she thrives. Amazing. I am scared of structuring, even envisioning, because what may come out of it may be lower than what I expected. Always the same, that’s one of my limiting beliefs, to think that what I do must be at the level of my expectations, which are ghosts in the sand.

I stop myself by not believing in myself, I stop myself by expecting something that doesn't exist, that may be in my intuition, but it’s not clear yet. I can’t see beyond the decisions I don’t understand, so my work may be that of the one who lets go. Build without expectation, knowing that it will come. be consistent in your writing, be consistent in your study. Crypto is a nice study, not only to operate but to realize, to comprehend.

I’d rather create value from my own values than expect an imaginary value to arise or be fulfilled, and live a life of misery.

I believe I can learn whatever. The thing is to choose what.

Ever.