Time dances ceaselessly, a waltz of moments that flit by us like fleeting whispers. They linger briefly, then vanish into the vast expanse of memory. Amidst this relentless flow, a solitary question lingers in the chambers of our soul: Are we truly content?

Regardless of the hour that ticks by or the one that looms ahead, this query persists, echoing through the corridors of our consciousness. Will we embrace each passing second with joy, or will we rue the path we tread? These musings, born of introspection, have been my companions through the annals of yesteryears. They beckoned me towards a crossroads, a juncture where change awaited with open arms.

Change, the harbinger of transformation, the sculptor of destinies. Without its gentle nudges or its tumultuous upheavals, life stagnates, and we wither in the shadows of our unrealized potential. I harbor no remorse for the choices that led me here, to this precipice of new beginnings. In this fresh chapter of my narrative, I shall craft a tapestry of decisions—some wise, some necessary, and perhaps a few tinged with folly.

Yet, they are mine to mold, mine to shape. Amidst the swirling tempest of uncertainty, my choices stand as stalwart sentinels, guiding me through the labyrinth of change. I shed the skin of who I once was, embracing the essence of who I am meant to be. Metamorphosis is not without its trials, its moments of doubt and hesitation, but within this crucible of self-discovery, I find solace.

In a world teeming with flux and transience, I anchor myself to the one constant: the power to choose my path, to chart my course through the ever-shifting tides of existence. I bid farewell to the echoes of regret, embracing the symphony of possibilities that lie ahead. For in shedding the cloak of the past, I unveil the essence of my true self—a being reborn, a soul unbound.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer

Photo from September 26, 1994