For years, I wandered around the world without direction,
goals, or motivation until you came, my love, and I’m talking about writing,
hidden from my love partner.
An invisible force seems to be trying to guide our steps while we pull towards what we think is the right path. We often follow our desires, those that give us carnal satisfaction, instead of seeking to develop our talents.
And in this life, just like learning to ride a bike, we have to fall several times and get scratches to learn to ride it. Unfortunately, in life, it is the same.
Some are privileged to find the easy way because of where they were born or the environment in which they grew up. Maybe daddy had a lot of money to provide you with an electric bike while others dreamed of having a California-style one.
(I had something similar.)
My life was not as successful as others. I was always addicted to something.
I always lived in disorder from one problem to another.
Until I fell into a catastrophe, and I say it proudly from the other side of the river, where the grass does not seem but (is) greener.
I met writing on my path between failure and recovery, figuring out how to live a better life. And what a great blessing and medicine it became for my mental sanity.
In the church where I attend, there is a ministry to help homeless addicts, and I wanted to help others get out of the same conditions I found myself in.
It felt like putting the wedding ring on the finger of the chosen woman. But don’t get too far ahead; I’ll share more of that down the road.
The day I had to share my testimony, I felt overwhelmed. My knees were shaking just thinking I had to speak in public, and this was a particular audience with the Guinness record for the shortest attention in the world — if no attention at all.
So I resorted to planning and writing what I would share. It was there that the buried seed broke open. A hidden talent that only required a drop of holy water to bring to life.
I felt baptized by the art of writing and the power of communication.
Since then, I haven’t stopped writing or reading books daily.
On this trip, I have met great and influential writers who have opened the door to fantastic opportunities to share my message.
The message is that in life, everything is possible, and if you make one or many mistakes, you need to pick yourself up, dust yourself off and move on better than you were before.
But the greatest blessing of my life came when I met the new love of my life, and it was through writing. It seems that those invisible forces I spoke of at the beginning of this article do not forget anything.
The preparations for my wedding are in progress, but something curious began to happen, my hours at work began to go up, and my time to write (or to live as I want) began to go down.
It may be that the title of this article is a question to myself and that through what I write, I will find my answers to maintain the balance between work and love. Between my corporate job and my relationships. Between responsibilities, passion, and love.
I love my future wife (and writing, too), but I also have to know how to manage these outside work hours.
And the truth is that there is always time for everything; you have to be disciplined and know when to be available for your close relationships.
Well, if I don’t, my future wife will remind me.
Thanks for reading.