La verdad, no recuerdo si a los cinco años pensaba en el futuro. Creo que la ventaja de ser niño es que se vive plenamente el presente. Las emociones, las necesidades y las alegrías son inmediatas: si algo me dolía, lloraba; si algo me gustaba, me emocionaba. A esa edad, dudo que pensara en ser mayor. Tal vez simplemente imitaba a las personas que admiraba.
Sometimes, we believe that we have moved forward, that we have left the pain behind. But on some days, everything comes back, and it feels as if we haven’t taken a single step. This text is about that feeling, about the internal struggle between what we have overcome and what still weighs on us. But it is also a reminder that, even if today the shadows feel stronger, they won’t last forever.
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