When I was a child there were many things I wanted to be. As an adult, I face reality, and the commitment necessary to pursue my dreams. I’m heading there: up and down the hill towards my goals, but I’m constantly chased by the feeling that there is never enough time. It's all good, but in order to keep going, I sometimes need to get down and close myself inside an invisible womb. To be reminded that I was not born already strong but I was born to make myself so. After a while, I’m renewed. I get up and shake it off.