Intimate Conversations / Conversaciones íntimas
Writing has been one of the most valuable tools on my path. In the intimate writing of a journal, only the imperfectly perfect essence of being exists. It is a space where words are poured out without judgement. It doesn’t have to be a text worthy of a literary prize, nor must it follow a particular order. It can include anything: words, symbols, drawings, scribbles. Keeping a journal was one of the most valuable suggestions I ever received. I can’t remember if it came from a single person or many voices over time, but I do know I owe gratitude to whoever whispered it in my direction. This reflection is a compilation of the questions and answers that have arisen within me over the past few months. I don’t aim to reveal truths or give advice. I don’t pretend they are definitive answers, because they’re not. They’re simply intimate conversations I keep with myself, inspired by the stillness of a pen and paper. They don’t follow a logical order, just a chronological flow of my own p...