Time

As I walk towards the end of a journey, I watch the first signs of the birth of the new one - and I acknowledge I'm scared, or I'm trying to avoid it.

I don't know why is it that I keep on trying to put new goals ahead of me, how I try to lose the focus and walk on a side track, different from what I'd settled as my next step.

I must say, I've been having a blast in Canada. Meeting nice people, being successful at work, experiencing things I never thought I would and everything is richer than I thought it would be.

Maybe I just don't believe things could be this good if I decide to do what I want to. But then I question myself: how come? I fought for your exchange course and here you are, doing it, finishing it. You went to NYC, you got a job in a HUGE school withouth even asking for it, people you never thought would ever look at you now send you messages talking about how sexy you are.

At some point, I want to bitch slap myself and say: Wake up and realize how big you've become, how far you've come and only with your own efforts. 

And imagine how far you can go now. See how far you want to go and walk towards it.

You saw that people studying filmmaking in Toronto are not more or less than you are, they are just in a different place. You'll have the same classes, the same material, there's no much difference to that. 

You can be big, Leo. Trust!