Little does it matter where you’re headed as long as you go at it.
So give yourself some time,
sit in front of a blank page and doodle your thoughts,
what you like, what keeps you rolling and things will start taking a shape on their own.
All you need is to pause for a while and listen to your guts.
I spent the past few days on and off trains
and car rides and napping in between concerts and improvised meals,
but nothing makes me happier than experimenting.
So i traveled half the country for a concert of a group discovered the week before.
I ended up having a croissant in the middle of the night with strangers
and then driving through borders and staring at the landscape move out of the window.
I spent halves of hours looking at the sun setting the sky on fire when everything around was left still,
as if the whole world was holding its breath.
I’ve studied abandoned houses as works of art,
climbed hundreds of stairs and talked a bunch of different languages and dreamt projects and let people around listen and shape and teach me how the world goes from their perspective.
I let the salty air tangle my hair and as my gran used to say, breathed out all poison and breathed in freshness.
So let your hair dance in the wind,
you’ll find someone who’ll be happy to help you
untie those knots.
Little does it matter where you come from and at what pace you’re going as long as you keep on trying.
And your feet may hurt
and your eyes feel tired
but the best thing you can give yourself is to keep on rolling.