A new year is coming shortly, 2022 is already showing a little foot through the door, and I, however, have been confusing myself for months and thinking that the year to come is 2023. It may be the stress, the desire to see this pandemic over … I don’t know, but the fact is that I have eaten unconsciously for a year, I hope it is not a bad omen, because, despite not believing in the future, I always we have those embers of hope that never go out no matter how bad things go.
Yes, the pessimist who is writing this, it turns out that deep down she hopes that the new year will bring good things. We always look back and we count all the tears, the smiles, the hugs, the broken dreams and the dreams fulfilled, we count the friends, those that come, those that have left, and those that will always be. We look to the future with the hope of the person who still needs to fulfill many dreams, with the hope that the coming year will be full of new opportunities for oneself and for their loved ones.
This year has been like a roller coaster for me, I have failed in dreams that I wanted with all my might to come out ahead, and yet I have fulfilled dreams that were not on my agenda. I have met wonderful people and I have said goodbye to other people who have contributed a lot to me but whose destiny has decided that our paths should not remain united.
This year I have realized how much I admire my daughter, I have realized that she is stronger, more mature, intelligent and caring than I will ever be. But I have also seen a world even uglier than I imagined, I have seen a world full of hypocrisy, evil … a world full of cowards and accomplices, a world in which it is presumed what one has for others do not notice what you lack.
By the way, this coming year I’m also going to be aunt, my cousin is going to be a dad for the second time, and this time my sister-in-law is going to bring a beautiful girl into this world. Do not worry, I have not been confused, I have written well about cousin, he and I have grown up together and we consider ourselves as brothers, so for my children and his, we are uncles.
May this world improve to welcome that baby, may the moon always be there to illuminate her nights and the stars to guide her on her way.
Yes, I have been pessimistic again, but I am already tired of this endless pandemic, of all those people who must be smiled without desire and of that constant struggle to see the beautiful world while you try to recover from the falls.
This year has also had many good things, one of them has been that thanks to my friend Carlos Jarquín the doors of the Latin American and Spanish newspapers were opened to me. I love knowing that thousands of readers read my articles, and, of course, I love giving advice; that for a reason I am called the Lady Counselor.
I do not know if any of my articles have served for a reader to identify with me, I do not know if my articles have given food for thought or have simply made a laugh, what I know is that it has made me happy to write them, for that reason, I would like to thank each of the newspapers and magazines that have welcomed me and given me a voice in a world where only incoherencies are shouted when what is due is to whisper truths.
Perhaps, with each one of those truths that I have whispered to you this year, I have built a wall around me in which I do not have to tell who I am if they do not ask, because my voice reaches every corner of the world without having to go out to the street and yell at it.
Yes, world, this is me, this is what I think, and whoever wants to know me will have to listen to my whispers, because I don’t scream, only my lyrics do justice, and my voice can be very powerful in the right means.
Thanks to all who have spent this year for my life and have contributed something to me, and thanks to those who were and continue to be.
My advice: If you fall, get up, the ground is very cold.
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