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Consider yourself changed from yesterday; you may feel the same but you are not. You are irrevocably different from one moment to the next, though that change may be subtle. And it’s all those small morphisms, seemingly unfathomable functions by which you almost involuntarily aspire to become what you will be every day.


Your ideas flow in ways that you can’t imagine until you let it manifest itself in some way. Your mind is swimming in a sea of thoughts, feelings, and sensations, acquired from your first moment of cognizance until the present moment. They group together, melding and mixing as you think and learn, tossed together into a thick soup as you sleep and dream. Take the time to let them flow out, like opening the pressure valve or gaps in a massive dam of water: let them be reabsorbed and recycled and remixed into something you couldn’t have possible conceived before.


One way or another we find our way. At first we think there’s one way, the way we observe around us. Gradually we see there isn’t only one path, but it quickly become so divergent it intimidates. We find comfort in the on way we knew before because it was known, it was familiar. But like the sprawling branches of the tree beginning from one solid base stretching to the sky, we learn that its necessary to travel those other paths to find the flowers at the end. And then from that one path we can find another or jump to the next. In the end, it ends up being one path, but not the path we once considered, but more importantly, it is our path, the one that was main for us.