Walking in another's shoes …
What must one do to thrive in a realm so different from their own?
Is it enough to sit back, inhale deeply, and let the smoke carry away the coherent thoughts, leaving behind only the abstract musings of the night? Or is it to wander the desolate sands, where the only touch is that of a bullet's kiss, or to endure the symphony of an infant's cries that pierce the silence of the early hours?
What fabric weaves the essence of you and me?
If I step outside these walls that echo with the incessant call of 'mom', if I abandon these papers that demand to be simplified, chewed up, and regurgitated for the world to digest—what remains?
Is there a portal to a parallel dimension, if only for a day, to witness the universal truth that ease is but a myth, that struggle is the silent whisper shared by all?
Yes, for in seeking to walk in another's shoes, even if just in thought, we find solace in the shared journey of life, where no path is without its stones, and no story is without its trials.
Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer