I came to nurture your seed that fears the winters—the fears of tomorrow, born from the eyes. Not from unforeseen paths that could lead you astray, but from the failures of past mistakes and the inability to say goodbye. When we realize that the keys to our prison have always been in our pockets, this discovery can carry us into true new beginnings. Do not nourish the fears of repeating your dusty actions. You will learn that you can begin anew or be reborn without ever moving.

The truth is a pathless land within each of us, where freedom is the space to grow, laying seeds for new possibilities yet to come. These will shape you, for in this life, there is nothing without responsibility. You owe nothing to chance or to luck, not even during the dry spells—they serve their purpose within the cycles of pain and growth. Know that no imposed meaning exists in our steps. It is not the destination that truly guides us, but we who guide it. It is the ability to focus on a single path and choose to follow it.

We are the result of the choices we make. The future only knows a fragment of who we are. So, face today as though it were your entire destination, because it is.

Take care of yourself the best you can from now on, for all your tomorrows will reflect it… ❤

©️ Beatriz Esmer