El tiempo no es renovable.

It has never been about talent. It’s more about the ritual of working every day. A process of adopting beliefs that bloom us and dropping the ones that enslave us. It has been about not feeding the Procrasdemon.

The dreams beneath my horizon stay untouched by the light now.

Some people are not even that precious to be counted in the official death tolls.

It has always been more about a relapse than it is about quitting. I have met hundreds of people who quit cigarettes every day. But do they succeed at it? No, they just quit every day.

A camera is just a medium to capture what you have in your vision, and vision is something that cannot be bought.

You can buy an expensive violin, but you can’t buy 10 years of practice.

Suppressing your capabilities with your fixed beliefs is a form of artistic suicide.

What happens when you drop all the belief, all the opinions, and all the judgment? Wouldn't that be a form of nudity as well?

Isn’t it a relief to hear that what might not be perfect for you might be perfect for someone else?