In the hush between the first cry and the final breath, life stretches—a canvas of moments waiting to be embraced. There is no remedy for death, nor for birth, those twin mysteries that bookend our existence. But oh, the spaces in between! They are ours to hold, to honor, to fill with laughter and longing, with wild dreams and quiet grace.

So live loud, like thunder rolling across a summer sky. Live wide, like oceans that refuse to be contained. Live tall, like trees that reach for the sun even after the storm. Let your days echo with meaning, your nights hum with wonder. Hug the spaces in between, for they are the only cure we’ll ever need. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer