December 4, 2021

How are you? If I know you well, probably you are surrounded by books at this right moment in piles higher than physics could ever allow.

I hope this letter finds you in a good mood and well.

As for me, I'm dedicating myself daily to write my book. Each session has been more interesting than the other, it is always captivating to realize, with some surprise, that many of the things planned end up connecting or gain new versions through ideas that arise during the process. It is, as they say, a living process!

But not everything has been a bed of flowers

I always had the impression that the trail got easier the more you walk, but I was wrong. Almost every day I'm gripped by a terrible fear that I'm wasting my time, that I should invest, at the very least, in another of the dozens of ideas I have, which inexplicably seem to be hundreds of times better than the one I'm working right now.

It takes a fervent desire to keep going, ignoring those thoughts that persist beside my efforts.

But I promised I would go all the way, and I will.

We had beautiful days this week. Sometimes I miss the warmth of my homeland.

It's funny how things change.

May your days be beautiful.

Regards,