Transmute – Oaxaca, México

I let go of my past, I pay homage to it, I celebrate it, I mourn it, I dress it and without hesitation I lay it to rest.

It is not a farewell, but rather a metamorphosis. I move away from everything that hurt me, I cling to my will and resilience to get out of the darkness and it is at that precise moment where my strength manifests itself. I don’t really know where this strength comes from, but it is undoubtedly what keeps me on this plane.

I contemplate from the outside, as a mere spectator, all that I wish to leave behind. It goes through me emotionally, mobilizes every fiber of my being, I get excited and perceive a whirlwind in my forehead and eyes, where my life unfolds at full speed. In my tireless search to recover sensations and emotions in the body, I submerge myself in an extreme state of vulnerability and fragility that allows me to reinitiate myself and transmute the pain.

From there, a new search begins to find answers about the purpose of my existence. The absence of answers does not stop me; rather, it drives me to continue. 

What lingers after a transmutation, a trace turned into a memory of what we were?  Someday, we will all turn to dust.