I am the first comma in a sentence that refuses to wait for a period to conclude the paragraph. I am tender with ellipses, for I am remade in continuities. I never end, for even sorrows pass, not needing a conclusion, but a re-establishment. I no longer suffer from the syndrome of unfinished stories. I am frivolous with episodes, for we live by chance. And if we do not wait for new arrivals, we will not allow ourselves, we will not find our meaning.

My identity has its crises, for what I desired yesterday, I am not even sure exists today, in this crazy world, disconnected from everything we claim not to believe, confess, but live. Understanding who I am is difficult even for me, let alone for you, who supposedly thinks you know me. To hell with the foundations of lucidity. What I want is a life transgressed by happiness.

I embrace the chaos, the unpredictability, the constant flux of existence. I dance in the rain of uncertainties and sing the melodies of the unknown. My essence is woven from the threads of dreams and reality, a tapestry that is ever-changing, ever-evolving. I live for the moments that defy expectations, the serendipitous encounters that shape my path.

In this symphony of life, I am both the composer and the audience, savoring each note, each pause, each crescendo. I reject the confines of conventionality, seeking instead the boundless horizons of my imagination. I am a voyager of the self, exploring the depths of my soul and the heights of my aspirations. And in this journey, I find not just existence, but a profound, exhilarating life, transgressed and transformed by the pursuit of true happiness. 🙏🏾

©️ Beatriz Esmer