The consequences of my actions reverberate through my body and my soul.
My objects come to life—they get angry and scold me, because the desire to try slips away through my gaze.
I’m thinking about giving up.
I’m thinking about not making it.
I’m thinking about being defeated; my money is running out—these lessons haven’t come cheap.
I’m tired of losing, of falling again. I have to change my strategy and leave behind what I did wrong, not let these lessons intimidate me.
I can’t stop learning. I can’t let revenge take hold of my soul.
I have to move forward, be more cautious, and follow my instincts; money is never truly lost, only invested; and the lack of it should be an opportunity to try again—smarter, stronger, and above all, more aware.
With my back on the floor, with my fists exhausted, I don’t need a hand—I need to be centered, focused.
Don’t lose your style. Don’t grow tired. If you’re losing, change your route. Take it step by step. Strike slowly. Be honest. You’re not in a rush. Be careful and protect your life.
Enjoy the journey. Enjoy the air. Replay the song and sing at the top of your lungs.
Don’t stop trying because of your mistakes. Don’t allow your shadows to lead you into the flames. Don’t let them take your sleep. Don’t let them drain the energy you need to stand up.
Rest. Sleep deeply. Clean your space. Cultivate your mind. Keep moving forward, unafraid of death.
Photography by Linda Jocelyn García Varona // Dev/Scan at La Vera Film House
