personal Piece: ‘deep root’
Puebla, México— Summer 2016
Not sure if being an artist is one of the reasons why I pay such close attention to detail but each time I look, it's like I'm staring at a canvas. Except I'm in it, living and breathing in every color, every medium. The vibe itself is like the one you used to get when you were ten. Walking down your home town in the middle of July, on your way to the beach.
I've come to terms with the idea that love isn't only between two people with the same hunger for each other's presence. For me, The deepest of love is the one I have with Mexico. Unswerving and never disillusions me. Since I was two I've had the blessing to visit family and retrace the places and memories of my childhood. It's an indescribable bond because every single one of its attributes plays a role in the admiration and heavy sentiments.
The intimacy begins on the plane. Five hours to anticipate my entire experiences, and the opportunity to rest my thoughts and any worries in between the clouds. Making out the shapes of such familiar mountains and breathing volcanoes. But then there comes another five, driving through endless green sheets. I don't neglect a single second this place can leave me at awe. As soon as I rest my foot outside of the plane, I get an overwhelming wave of ease and tranquility. I guess you can say it's a profound love.
Then there's the moment when I get home. As soon as I see her, that smile grabs a tight hold of my heart. I feel lucky and guilty all at once. Lucky to be in paradise with a woman who's my legend. Guilty for leaving and knowing I have to. I don’t think there's a day that goes by without praise of the amount of days I have left. Call me crazy, but I don't mind my grandma waking up at five am. When I tell you I fully take advantage of every single day, you can count on it to be the truth.
It's nice to have your presence appreciated with such genuine love and attention. My family, friends, and the appreciation and love I have for such a beautiful country, all inspires me to keep pursuing my goal. It's given me a reason to keep pushing myself harder and harder academically and in my personal life. One easily overlooks all the vital factors that make up our lives, however seeing and interacting with people with different perspectives makes me appreciate my education, job, and all the vast opportunities that I won't let slip through my fingers.
It is possible to fall in love over, and over again. When there's a form of attachment, there's bound to be some aching. The love I've developed is as constant as the pain I endure each time the days start getting closer to my departure. It's a whole different world that makes me feel reborn again. Almost as if I'm a completely different person with the same passion to explore and keep on loving. Just a different vision and the same appreciation for all the beauty all around.
As cliché as it may sound, I'd be lying if I said I don't feel like I'm leaving a piece of myself behind
