I went through life stumbling in my daydreams, lost in the slow dance of time, craving simplicity, and shunning the weight of the world. I stumbled through each day, intoxicated by weariness and the need for rest. I let weariness become my companion, intertwining it with the fabric of my existence, blurring the lines between everyday life and despair. I found myself suffocating in the emptiness of voids, surrounded by people and things that only added to the weight on my shoulders. In the midst of my sadness, I sought solace in brief moments of sleep, repeating the same chapters of my life over and over.

Life felt like a place of reluctance and resistance, a force that kept me from witnessing the miracles hidden in the details of my surroundings. I pushed love away, and all that remained was the world, a world I felt estranged from. My presence felt tainted, as I gave up on connections before even giving them a chance. Then, by chance, I rediscovered my name in a fruit that seemed to choose me, and suddenly chance became my own, a source of rekindled enchantment. I took it upon myself to rewrite the inaccurate paths of destiny and happiness, or at least what I had believed them to be.

I sailed through the sea of words and actions without succumbing to their weight, only when I stopped fighting and allowed myself to embrace the reflections of my soul. In that surrender, I consecrated myself to an unfamiliar realm, one I didn’t fully understand, and there, finally, I was able to breathe.

© Beatriz Esmer