Open wide horizons

Open wide horizons

In the quiet moments of contemplation, I often find myself pondering the curious paradox of human nature — the strange hypocrisy that leads us to yearn for the confines of walls, when our true essence is meant to roam freely in every corner of the world. What unseen force drives us to seek shelter in the familiar, to build barriers around our hearts and minds, when the vast expanse of the universe beckons us to explore, to expand, to grow?

Perhaps it is fear that binds us to these self-imposed limitations, fear of the unknown, fear of the boundless possibilities that lie beyond the safety of our walls. Or maybe it is a misguided sense of comfort, a desire for stability and predictability in a world that is ever-changing and unpredictable.

But deep down, in the quiet recesses of our souls, we know that true freedom lies in breaking down these walls, in embracing the uncertainty and the adventure that awaits us beyond the confines of our comfort zones. It is in the vastness of the world, in the diversity of its landscapes and its people, that we find the truest expression of our humanity.

So let us dream not of walls, but of horizons yet unexplored, of paths yet untaken, of connections yet unmade. Let us be bold in our aspirations, fearless in our pursuits, and open-hearted in our interactions with the world around us. For it is in this boundless expanse of possibility that we truly discover who we are meant to be - not confined by walls, but liberated by the infinite potential that lies within and without.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer

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