In a world that spins on borrowed time and borrowed trends, I remain unmoved. I have nothing to do with the interests of others—be it clothes, tastes, or opinions. The noise of the crowd does not echo within me. I walk a quiet path, not out of arrogance, but out of clarity.

I do not climb into stories that are not mine. I do not trespass into dramas where my name was never written. I do not get involved with what surrounds me unless it calls to something deeper. I do not borrow myself to causes that do not resonate, nor do I lend myself to moments that ask for masks instead of truth.

If the case is serious—if it touches the soul, if it demands presence—I donate myself entirely. No hesitation, no half-measures. But if it is silly, if it is shallow, if it is just noise dressed as meaning—I abstain. I step back. I let it pass.

This is not detachment. It is devotion—to authenticity, to peace, to the sacred art of being whole in a fractured world.

And so I live, not borrowed, not lent—just mine. Just me. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer