When men talk about their “crazy” ex-girlfriends or ex-wives, what they often mean is that these women cried a lot, texted too often, had an eating disorder, wanted too much or too little sex, or generally felt anything beyond the realm of emotionally undemanding agreement. This does not make these women crazy. It makes them human beings, with flaws and emotional vulnerabilities. However, deciding that any behavior that they do not like must be insane—well, that does make a man a jerk. When men do this regularly, remember, if you are a woman, you are not the exception. You are … Continue reading Crazy

Quiet, serene, while the world passes by. Souls suspended in time, traveling to new destinations. No place is old. Each journey reveals something new, and we, too, are constantly renewed. Eyes closed, oblivious to the world outside, we are enveloped in a timeless moment. The trees blur into passing shadows, their details indistinguishable, reminders of the fleeting nature of reality. In this dream-like state, we drift through life, not bound by the constraints of time or place. The details, often easy to get lost in, fade into the background as we float through the essence of existence. Here, we are … Continue reading Blink of Eyes

Há esplendor em tudo. Eu vi isso. Agora vejo mais com a idade. Existe esplendor. E não tenho medo. Com o passar dos anos, os olhos se abrem para a beleza que sempre esteve presente, mas que antes passava despercebida. Cada detalhe, cada momento, carrega consigo uma centelha de maravilha. A vida, em sua complexidade e simplicidade, revela-se em cores mais vibrantes e nuances mais profundas. O esplendor está nas pequenas coisas: no sorriso de uma criança, no brilho das estrelas, no som suave do vento entre as árvores. Está na quietude de uma manhã tranquila e na agitação de … Continue reading Esplendor

The saddest thing of all is that I was allowed one small glimpse of what could be. And for a brief, impossible, beautiful moment, I was allowed to hold that happiness in my hands. We were whole, we were untouched, we were together. And we were happy. And it is now in this silent moment that I realize that these moments were only dust. Memories made and vanished, an ephemeral escape into a world that could only last for so long…😔 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading 2014

At first, I thought I’d lost my own body, felt it slip with the wind. It was as if I had become untethered, adrift in the currents of uncertainty. But then, I began to practice the faith of bare trees, standing tall and unyielding in the face of adversity. I learned to embrace the stillness of winter, to find solace in the quiet solitude of an empty cathedral. I began to see the nights as dreams, each one a canvas painted in different shades of green, a symphony of hues that danced in the moonlight. I found beauty in the … Continue reading Dreamer

I yearn for the sweetness of the verbs “live” and “love,” to savor their essence in every breath and heartbeat. In the tapestry of life, I seek to weave threads of tenderness, painting my days with hues of affection and joy. To live with purpose and passion, to love with an open heart, these are the desires that stir my soul. In the gentle embrace of “live,” I find the courage to face each dawn with hope, to embrace the beauty of the present moment. It is in the simple acts of living—walking in the sunlight, feeling the cool breeze, … Continue reading The Verb

To love in this manner is to embrace a profound and selfless form of affection. It is to offer a sanctuary where the person you love can breathe, where their soul can expand without constraint. This love is not possessive but liberating, allowing the beloved to explore their own path, their own essence, while feeling the warmth of your unwavering support. In this love, there is no room for jealousy or control, for true love thrives in freedom. It is a gentle whisper that says, “I trust you,” and a soft touch that reassures, “I am here for you.” It … Continue reading “You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.” — Thich Nhat Hanh

Time has passed, and I have pondered us at different hours and through various flavors. Despite the inclinations to hold grudges or to forget them, the conclusion is that our imbalance is a ruin where our truths hide and love conceals itself. Picture it: a solitary life with our dog and a small garden in the backyard, tended with our own hands. Psychopaths had dogs, dictators were vegans, and devout Christians. This, therefore, doesn’t say much about you, me, or them. But your solitude with rue plants in the yard—yes, this is the limbo where our emptiness revels. Our bitterness … Continue reading Sugar & Gratitude

If we were taught to use affectionate words from childhood, we would understand their profound power, both in hearing and speaking them. Imagine a world where kind words are the norm, where each utterance carries the weight of love and compassion. Such words have the power to heal, to uplift, and to connect us on the deepest levels. They can transform a simple conversation into a meaningful exchange, leaving lasting imprints on our hearts. When we speak with affection, we not only brighten the lives of others, but we also enrich our own souls. In this way, the simple act … Continue reading Kindness

The raindrops were like a symphony, drumming on the window with a steady beat, as if trying to keep time with the clock, tick-ticking away, never missing a beat. Time is a fickle friend, passing quickly when we want it to slow, dragging on when we wish it would fly, testing the limits of our endurance. But amidst the rain and the ticking clock, there was a song that played, a melody that spoke to the heart, making the beauty and sadness almost interchangeable. For in the midst of sorrow, there is often a beauty that shines through, a glimmer … Continue reading Time