There are no ready-made scripts, only characters and improvised dialogues of our ups and downs. A love that blooms unexpectedly, or one that teeters on the edge of ceasing. No necessary paths, just those that serve us and those that do not. No right door, only those that swing open and those that remain stubbornly shut.

Sometimes, the best choice is not to choose at all. The most profound answer may be silence—a quiet surrender to the vastness of existence. And the cure that heals us, paradoxically, lies in feeling hurt. To live fully, we must embrace the possibility of dying here, right now, in this very moment.

Accurate predictions elude us, replaced by dreams, hopes, and desires. Fate, that elusive weaver of destinies, offers us a single path—a slender thread to follow or abandon. And in the gaps of uncertainty, where anxiety thrives, we find our most beautiful freedom—the freedom to dance on the edge of chaos, to defy the rigid lines of expectation.

So let us revel in our imperfections, celebrate the jagged edges of our souls. For it is in the inaccuracy of us—the unplanned, the unscripted—that life’s true magic resides.

© Beatriz Esmer