"Gratitude"

Traveling was how I contrasted my limited personal experience... trying to combine an old routine with what was foreign...
Combining my own with what now exceeds me... issues that today make me feel overwhelmed.

Returning again and again, returning and realizing that these places where I used to wander haven't changed at all... It's as if by leaving I had put a pause on everything that brought a smile to my face.

A friend said that moving from one place to another is pointless... All effort is always useless without first resolving... without first recognizing what breaks us and what truly nourishes us...
Facing the idea of understanding oneself... Learning to moderate the pleasures that precede all vice... It's forbidden to ignore that the future is totally conditioned and the past is irremediable.

From time to time, the capacity for perception intensifies...
Moments where the level of detail is so sharp it's shocking...
I understand that there is too much that escapes us with the naked eye, and clearly, denying it would be blindfolded. Closed

We should be grateful that sooner or later we find meaning in every step; there is no such thing as coincidence...
You never know how far a bad streak will drag you, much less how long abundance will last.

I insist, there is no coincidence in what we've traveled...