I’m simply following the path toward my own light. I know there are tables I will never sit at again: the ones where my voice isn’t heard, where my opinion isn’t respected and I’m judged, and above all, where my effort to reach my dreams is seen as a problem.

There are places that weigh on your steps. That’s why I choose to pause from time to time, look inward, and cleanse my soul until I feel empty again.

You have to know when to say “never again,” and when to say “enough.”

If you’re at that point in your life where you are your own priority, congratulations. I applaud you. One single step forward or backward is enough to change everything. To love yourself as if there were no tomorrow.

Have a wonderful day,

Jael Uribe

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You will never know how much life can shake you until the rug is pulled out from under your feet.

Falling always hurts. Seeing your whole world turn upside down, losing your center, witnessing your own tower collapse…

There are shadows that suddenly overwhelm us, nights that arrive without warning, and no light to let you see yourself again without fear. Then you will ask: why, and why now. But you will have no answer.

You will need the delayed embrace, the touch of a shrinking hand, the body that flees from your sorrow before you can hold it back.

After that, doors will begin to close, the people you loved will change shape, and your whole world will shed its skin. You will lose your smile and your desire. Your wings will collapse.

When that happens, you will be able to glimpse with new eyes. You will see the world without the white veil, you will see people and life as they really are. There will be no saints on your altar, no angels and no princes, only a hollow space where only you fit, only a nest to lay down your wound just before beginning again.

Not everything was “beautiful” as they said. Heroes die or fall from their thrones, and your illusion dies with them. Your perception of the dream transmutes into another reality.

You will realize where the lies were, where the light had been, the one you could not look at before.

When you learn to open your eyes, when tears are no longer part of your identity, for the first time you will see the world with new eyes and you will love from the truth.

By Jael Uribe

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