"At the same time, I knew with absolute certainty that I would never ask someone to abandon her beliefs, her traditions, or disappoint her family for the sake of being with someone as different as I am."
I was not gifted with the greatest empathy; in fact, so many things simply slide off me. But when I see that, within human fragility, there exists that condition of “survive by any means necessary,” I feel ashamed, and, as if I were a projector, I turn my unconscious toward my own limitations. Helping others begins to feel like an idyllic idea when, in reality, it is so simple; yet sometimes I look the other way when someone, out of necessity, extends a hand to me.
About a week ago, one of the most important figures in the Canadian business world, Robert K. Irving, died. And even though I never had the chance to meet him personally, his death left me thinking far more than I expected.
It is strange that the years leave no mark on the intention to love, and remain such a weak opponent against the blazing desire to share a small fragment of the soul and of one’s time. “It is not good for man to be alone,” says Genesis.
I’ve had many conversations with friends who are living outside Colombia about the guts it takes to live and move forward as an immigrant in countries like Canada, Australia, or the European Union. But beyond that, there’s something that’s been on my mind for a while: we come from surviving, while here many people no longer have to… and they’re not necessarily better off.
Many years ago, I wondered why there weren’t fragrances for men in personal care products, or masculine lines of them. I was already tired of the soaps my dear mom used to buy for the house. For some years, due to our financial situation, she had to buy those products that supermarkets usually hide on the bottom shelves. I guess those who do it or have done it for the same reason will understand me.
En un lindo barrio de gente sencilla, de casas pequeñas, familias unidas, había una fachada blanca de puerta amarilla~, hogar de una pequeña niñita llamada María.
En medio de una prolongada pandemia, por un virus que tenía al mundo cansado~, la madre y María pusieron leche y galletas, en una mesita bajo el chamizo adornado.