Transitioning to the land of the ideas, as most of my activities were kinda forced into writing. And in all of that mindless creation, I believe I somehow forgot to enjoy myself, and managed to transform my precious work into a grind, which doesn’t make sense.

Somewhere deep down, I have a belief that there is something that is conditioning us in that grind, but this will not be that day. Fulfillment first, grind second, or even better: no grind at all.