To become yourself, do like the seagull, whom by taking off repeatedly, finds its path and rhythm.

In the winds of doubt passing through the reeds, I embark on the journey of the self, sprinkled with shadow and light, whispers and gestures, but the mask shall be thrown off! Heavy and cold when moving towards the fragility of wildflowers, I will hold my ground in the storm, lift the veil, embrace the chaos, the beauty in order to find the essence.