By amigoponc on Skatehive
Si eres de habla hispana, la versión en español es mejor para ti; debes hacer clic 👉 AQUÍ No one walks without baggage; life is a constant exercise in carrying what we were while trying to be what we want to be. ‘Still living with that’... It is a phrase that is reflected in the mirror, recognising that the present is nothing more than the architecture of my former footsteps. Every decision made, every sacrifice, every success and failure, has woven the reality I inhabit today. We are not spontaneous beings; we are the consequence of our own history. The creaking of my own footsteps There are traces that time cannot erase, tattoos on the soul that hurt with changes in emotional climate. I continue to live with the emptiness of Sofia, my daughter, an absence that feels like a phantom limb, always present, always loved. I also carry the weight of saying goodbye to my parents, who remained in the distance, and the challenge of having sunk my roots into foreign soil, learning to flourish