As I sit here, contemplating the words on the page in front of me, I am struck by the realization of my own fragility. Like an un-agreeable mark of ink on a page, I resist my own depth and darkness. I am reminded that I am not invincible, that I am susceptible to the trials and tribulations of life. Just as the ink on the page can smudge and fade, so too can I be affected by the challenges that come my way.

But in this fragility, I find a sense of humility and understanding. I am not perfect, and I am not immune to the struggles that come with being human. And yet, there is a beauty in this vulnerability. It reminds me that I am alive, that I am capable of feeling and experiencing the world around me.

Therefore, I embrace my fragility, knowing that it is a part of what makes me who I am. I may resist my own depth and darkness at times, but I also recognize that it is these very qualities that make me unique and resilient. And as I continue to navigate through life, I will carry with me the reminder of my own fragility, embracing it as a part of my journey.

© Beatriz Esmer