As this decade closes, I reflect on the changes I have experienced; due to the inheritance received and the wear of time. Admitting it does not eliminate fear, but it transforms it into a path. During these years, I have written without a clear final message, throwing questions into the void, trying to give voice to what troubled me deeply.
I have addressed topics that question laws threatening life and the effectiveness of presidents. We, a generation in constant search of meaning amidst a transition. I wrote without fully understanding, as if trying to decipher an unknown language. Often, I did it to avoid getting used to it, recording unjust realities that I refused to ignore.
I discovered that writing is a powerful tool in a shaking world, allowing me to explore new perspectives and narratives. Throughout these years, I have delved into topics like migration, focusing on the invisible aspects of this reality, on the silenced stories of vulnerability and struggle.
For me, writing has been an act of resistance, a way to give voice to what must be pointed out and not tolerated. As I close this cycle, I thank those who have accompanied my reflections each week. It is a commitment to truth, to memory, and to keeping hope alive in uncertain times. I appreciate the connection with each reader, whether through a screen or printed paper, who shares, comments, archives, and is part of this shared journey.
My journey as a writer began long before I understood words, from childhood, when playing was a form of expression. Today, I recognize in writing not just a tool for communication, but a way to resist, to show solidarity, and to hold on in a complex and changing world. I am grateful for the support and companionship in this process of growth and transformation, knowing that although the path may be uncertain, writing remains a way to live authentically.
