One year ago, I didn't have a circle inked in my left arm. I didn't feel it burning like I do now. But I always thought of cycles. And phases. I'm not even addicted to the moon. I just think about how everything seems to repeat on and on in so many different ways. 

One of these days I went to the beach. My city is always sunny and bright and all that. I learned not to go to the beach because I didn't like the white sun making my skin burst into tears. I wanted to live in a place that would always be clouded and slightly cold. That way I could always feel inspired.

I was born with a gift, I can observe stuff like nobody. This is my true passion. Something has never changed. I used to be a bitter kid and lose myself thinking I could do better if I'd live somewhere else. I still think I would, but I don't waste my mind on that anymore. This has something to do with my left arm. This is something you can relate to seasons. To phases. To circles.

And so I went to the beach, and I carried a book with me. A book that told about the sound of stuff. Physics. Acoustics. My talent is to look at things. And wonder.  Now, imagine a combo between staring at something and associating the science I read to the waves I could feel in loco. Sound waves. Waves from the ocean, bathing my feet. I'm just glad I'm not wasting myself anymore. Not in any phase. I was born with a gift. And that is my true passion.