Am I just a fool?
Am I just a fool? The voice in my head denies it. I have tasted the fruit called Life, savored its sweetness, and endured its bitterness. Through this, I've gained wisdom beyond my years, learning from the fears and tears of my impertinent childhood, an irrefutable lesson.
Pride, once excusable, now seems nothing more than a facade. Excuse me for my ignorance, for I used to believe that crime pays. The irony of life reveals itself when you realize that getting caught means paying the ultimate price.
Ignorance, a more lethal weapon than any unsheathed sword, almost decapitated my belief in horoscopes. My mind, numbed by the complexities of politics, yearns for understanding, but time slips through my fingers like an illusion.
Every passing day, the ticking of time forces me to ponder the lives I've touched, leaving behind a residue of reason distorted by callous indifference to suffering. But this self-flagellation is now irrelevant; I must come to terms with life and embrace flexibility.
I am not a fool, but a seeker of understanding, a wanderer in the labyrinth of existence, learning to dance to the rhythm of time, always flexible, always open to the symphony of life.
Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer