Lo que me excita
But I have another passion—travel. Or rather, for now, just dreams of it. Between rehearsals, I close my eyes and imagine the bustling streets of Tokyo, Bali sunsets, the scents of Italian alleyways, or the endless desert sands.
Lo que no me excita
But most of all, I'm tired of my own doubts. That constant chatter in my head: "What if?", "What if I fail?", "What will others think?". Sometimes I feel like I'm my own biggest obstacle — just like that guy with the backpack on the train.