The beginning of the true beginning

When I look back, I discover everything I was able to endure. Today, at 53, I am grateful for every moment: the good, the bad, the very bad, and even the unbearable. It all brought me here.

I remember the endless sleepless nights, with tears choking my chest and a loneliness that lodged itself in my soul. I remember wishing I could disappear, become ethereal, and step through that door into a place of love, peace, and harmony that I sensed, though I didn't yet know.

Since I was a child, I felt like I didn't quite belong on this planet. I looked to the sky for signs, vaguely remembering that I had come from somewhere else, from the stars, perhaps. I carried with me an existential void, wounds in my mind and in my gut, a hunger for bread and a hunger for love. And although someone reached out to me, my silence imprisoned me behind invisible bars for decades.

Today I know I was profoundly brave. That children, out of love and despite their vulnerability, endure unimaginable pain. And that if those wounds aren't healed, when we reach adulthood we remain trapped in grief, empty relationships, and open wounds.

Today, I look back and say: thank you . Thank you to my tireless spirit that never stopped fighting to find itself again. Thank you to the spark that kept me alive, even when all seemed lost. Thank you to God who never let me go, even when I couldn't see it.

Now I breathe with gratitude. And although they say that at 50 we are closer to the end, I know I am at the threshold of a great beginning: a beginning of glory, of discernment, of love, and purpose. I am no longer trapped by trivialities. I am at my center, fulfilling the pact I made with the Creator.

I am Yirka Gonzalez, scribe of souls. And today, at 53 years old, I affirm with certainty: "This is not the end, it is the luminous beginning of my true destiny."

With deep love: Yirka Gonzalez