Values are quite interesting on their own. They keep me grounded, as they are my constants, and my drivers. They challenge me, as they bring me experiences. They keep coming in and out of my sight as I take the lead, holding onto or ignoring them. They keep expanding and receding as I lose and find myself. They are not constants afterall. They are not variables either. They are building blocks. They strengthen me through their many shapes, colors and sizes, not so far away from this little girl building her magic Lego block castle.

I choreograph less my words when I narrate a story than when I write down my feelings. It is self-persuasive to expect nothing but the best when it comes to writing out emotions, as it arrays more vulnerability and sensibility.