This is a deeply personal story, a fragment of my reality on those days when the map seems to blur and I find myself, perhaps, walking without a fixed direction. It is that sensation of waking up in a room full of silence and asking myself, with a level of honesty that hurts, if there is truly a purpose for my eyes to have opened today. There are moments when the mind wanders and makes me doubt if it is right to be awake, or if I should simply surrender to rest, close my eyelids, and sleep forever, letting the world continue its course without me.
But in the midst of that gloom, a certainty arises: never allow yourself to feel this way definitively. No matter how long the dark path may be, there is always, without exception, a light waiting at the end of the tunnel. Hope is not just a wish; it is a reality that awaits us if we keep moving forward. There is always a "why" hidden in the corners of your life, a reason for being that perhaps you don't see today, but that is there, pulsing.
The key to everything is movement. Always act. The biggest mistake we make is getting trapped in the labyrinth of thought, analyzing every possibility until we are paralyzed. We torture ourselves with "what if I do it," "what if I dare," "what if it doesn't turn out as I expect"... but we should also ask ourselves: "what if it does?".
The only real way to move forward in this life is to get used to acting, to take those ethereal dreams or fleeting thoughts and turn them into something tangible, into a reality. Don't make the mistake of waiting for the perfect scenario or for all the lights to be green. If you wait to feel good, or to be at 100% of your capacities to take the first step, it is very likely that you will never move. Do it anyway, even without the desire. Do it even if you don't feel well or at your best. Movement itself is what cures the lack of direction. This is just a small fraction of what dwells in my thoughts today, a reminder that, despite everything, one must keep going.