Becoming is the art of transformation, a journey not measured by the weary tread of time’s relentless march. It is not a life molded by the artificial, where emotions are stifled, tangled, and discarded like refuse. Becoming is our true inheritance, each breath a conscious choice, eyes alight with the promise of dawn.

It is the fragrance of kisses, tender and enduring, that linger through the twilight hours, defying the dark—a testament to love’s tenacity. These are the sips of time we cherish, each one a delicate draught savored in the quietude before daybreak.

In our hands, joy is not merely held; it is felt deeply, etched into the very essence of our being, like indelible marks scored into the canvas of our lives. Each line, a story; each curve, a memory of laughter and tears, a symphony of experiences that resonate with the fullness of being alive.

So let us embrace becoming, for it is not the sum of days burdened by struggle but the collection of luminous moments that define our existence. It is the breaths we take with intention, the ones that fill us with light, with the fragrance of enduring affection, and the taste of time well spent. These are the breaths that matter, cradling joy like the most precious of treasures, deep within the vault of our hearts.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer