There are moments in life where we are able to see ourselves from afar. Where we measure our own faith and capacity to cope with the possibility of change. The capacity to take a long, deep breath and let go of the ropes binding us to our own reality. Those moments, I think, are the moments when we are most prone to surprising ourselves. Those are moments where we can choose the next cycle's speed and tone, setting the pace at which our hears will pound. They sometimes come out of nowhere, but I believe they can also be triggered, usually by something as trivial as watching the water slowly fleeting through your fingers while you wash your hands. Some of us can sense this events, feeling the very threads that tangle our fates being rearranged, listening to the very strings that sway our existances being plucked.

But what if this moments pass by undetected? What if our thirst for change remains unquenched, leaving ourselves trapped inside the infinite loops of our own fears and uncertainties?