Maybe we make it harderthan it needs to be. We often expect peopleto see things the way we do.To react the way we would.To understand what we meanwithout us having to explain it. But we are not made the same. We have different values,different backgrounds,different experiences,di
How many times did you hold your phoneand never make the call? How many messagesdid you write and never send? How many timesdid you want to say something but stayed quiet?How many things did you walk away frombefore they even had a chance to happen? Maybe you were afraid they wou
Maybe it’s someoneyou haven’t spoken toin a long time. Maybe it’s someoneyou still talk to every day,but somehowit doesn’t sound the same anymore. Maybe it’s your own voicefrom a timewhen you didn’t think so muchbefore speaking. The strange thing about voicesis that t
We say it all the time. “I wish I knew this sooner.” But maybewe couldn’t have. We weren’t bornknowing how life works. We had to live it. To try. To change. To understand thingswe weren’t readyto understand before. And yes,sometimes we realize thingslater than we wish w
Thursday, April 9 There’s nothing to reach here. No finish line.No direction to follow. And still… this feels right. Like being hereis already enough. No noise.No rush. Just spaceto breathe. Maybe freedomis not a place. Maybe it’s this. — Fuerpa Slow Journal
Saturday, April 4 Sometimes, everything changes in a second. What felt stable… breaks.What felt certain… disappears. And for a moment,you lose control. You lose clarity. But not everything is meant to stay the same. What mattersis what remains. Your direction. Your Traguardo.
Friday, March 27 You don’t hear it growing. There’s no noise.No sign. Nothing that tells youit’s happening. And still… something is changing. Maybe you don’t see it yet. Maybe you don’t feel it yet. But it’s there. Slowly.Quietly. Just like this tree. And maybewe’
Wednesday, March 25 Everything in lifearrives at the right time. Not when you force it.Not when you rush it. Sometimes… it’s not about losing it. It’s just not yours yet. Some things can’t be chased. They can only be found. — Fuerpa Slow Journal
Hello sea, take these words with you. Hold themthe way you hold the waves,without hurry,without noise. Listen to themthe way only you can. Keep them for a while. And then,when the moment is right, carry them gentlyto the right shore,to the right heart. Some messages travel far.So
Today I looked up and saw this tree. A few months ago it was almost bare. Just branches. No colors. No leaves. And yet nothing was wrong with it. It was simply winter. We often forget that we are allowed to have winters too. Moments when things fall. Moments when we feel empty. B
