The path that brings us here
“History is not everything, but it is a starting point. History is a clock that people use to tell their political and cultural time of day. It is a compass they use to find themselves on the map of human geography. It tells them where they are but, more importantly, what they must be.”   
-John Henrik Clarke
On my journey, more than once I have felt lost; probably most of you have experienced this sensation, in which, the confusion comes to blur your vision until it finally manages to paralyze you.

It is at that point when I am blocked, that I have no choice but to breathe and start to reflect. I realize that in the end what I'm trying to understand is not so much where I am, but how did I get here?

I think that most of the time walking aimlessly does not mean not knowing where you are going, but ignoring where you come from.
Once I understand the path that precedes me and has led me to where I am, I can then set my course again and decide what steps I need to take to continue my journey.

I think that most of the time, walking aimlessly does not mean not knowing where you are going, but ignoring where you come from.

My desire to know where I am going is the main reason why I like to read history, and thus try to understand the direction of this vast collective human river, in which I have so often lost myself in its waters. 

The history I am referring to is not only the one written in the books but especially the one that I observe reflected in the eyes of the people I meet. Those gazes confirm the multiplicity of trails that exist and transmit a story worth remembering and from which I can always learn something.
I think it is in that broad unwritten history that we will be able to find each one of us reflected.

A story that most of the times can be felt, yet very few can be understood.

Perhaps, that history is the space where without judging ourselves and recognizing our differences, our right to be and exist, we can begin to organize ourselves and set a course that can generate hope in the world. 

My belief is that only by building a true collective path we can redeem our past from the yoke of the memory that torments us, that although it has learned to be silent, it has never wanted to forget.

It will be the footprints of our steps that tomorrow will show future generations, when they read their history, that a path with hope is a reflection of will and social commitment.