Sometimes, it gets tiring. Closed doors, keys that don’t open them, the anguish of not knowing how to unlock them. The will that builds its nest in the greenest branches and spends time incubating eggs that seem never to hatch. The waiting for the flight of butterflies that take ages to break free from their cocoons.

The repeated emergence of “no” when life tirelessly prepares banquets of welcome for the “yes.” The “almost” that extends so long it feels endless. And lurking, always following our courage from a distance, the dangerous prospect of “never,” waiting for every gap created by exhaustion to try to dissuade us from our purposes. Sometimes, it gets tiring…

There are moments in life when exhaustion invades us like a silent tide. Closed doors, keys that don’t open, and the uncertainty of how to move forward weigh heavily upon us. The will, this energy that weaves dreams and aspirations in the highest branches, seems weakened, incubating eggs that never hatch.

The wait for the flight of butterflies is a metaphor for our own desires, trapped in cocoons that take forever to open. Time stretches interminably, and the “almost” of life leaves us on the edge of despair. “No” is a constant, while “yes” seems like a distant banquet, prepared but unreachable.

Lurking, the dangerous perspective of “never” watches us, ready to infiltrate our tired souls. Each gap created by exhaustion is an opportunity for doubt to settle in, trying to steer us away from our purposes and dreams.

The ability to continue, to persist, and to find strength in the darkest moments is what defines us. Tiredness may make us falter, but it never stops us from dreaming. For, at the end of each day, there is a spark of hope that drives us forward, seeking new paths and believing that, one day, the butterflies will finally fly. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer