A close person to me told me about what blockchain is and its nature, what a breakthrough in computing.
How can we present ourselves to eternity if this is the closest thing to it?
I want to clarify first that this is a dilemma for me because I am a well-known writer in my town, and even though it would be a good thing for my career to approach this blog with my brand and my work... I will not do it. I think I have understood the magnitude of what I do not know yet, I would like people of the future to read these letters and ask themselves:
"What was Vincent fighting for?"
"What was he getting up for every morning?"
As I mentioned at the beginning, I would not like the world and future generations, who will be wiser, to see this permanent fingerprint of the blog and see that it was used for commercial purposes.
My passion has always been writing, and my parents worked hard to ensure that I had a good education always, I owe it all to them.
I owe them my sharpened perception, being able to appreciate the cold of the morning, I owe them the strength and the clear path.
That is why I want that when the future turns its attention to these letters, they can see without distractions the message that in so many years I have wanted to transmit. That's why I prefer to keep a little bit of what the names of my loved ones are, as well as their favorite foods or what kind of shoes they like to wear.
I want that through these letters, those who are looking for thoughts, can find some; this words have the history of a family, the story of the love of my life, the story of my wanted children and the story of how I became the head of a whole family, against all odds.
I want to transmit through this space, which will last forever, those deepest thoughts that I can't say in an interview, those words that I couldn't publish because "they are not of the literary style" of my previous publications. I want to be the idea that is sown and blooming in reflection, and to be able to cause people such disparate thoughts to embrace the 'answers' at midnight while there is no sound.
Welcome to this first post.
In this space there will be drawings, writings, music and experiences that have only known the wind and my sigh.
I would also like to read from you the excuse of your sadness, how it was when you saw the sea for the first time, how you remember with nostalgia steps from the past or the immense happiness that can make you float on a Wednesday afternoon.
Shalom