What is beyond the horizon?

It’s been a long time since I wanted to write again. Not only because I love to see the words taking form on the sheet of my paper as I write, but because writing is like an escape valve for me. It’s where I feel I can put out all my wishes, desires, frustrations, thoughts … It’s like to have a huge and deep conversation with myself and this helps me to understand myself better. I still have so much to understand what happened to me over the last few years.

More difficult than understanding my feelings lately has been to take the words out of my head and put them on paper. I always felt like the words were my best friend but now they seem to have turned their back on me. It was never as difficult for me to write as it is now.

It’s a new time, a new era.

The globalization and the advances that the internet has brought us are pushing everybody towards a super digital life, so digital that I’m not sure if anyone will bother to read this text. The consumption of “reading” has changed and the new wave is to make a vlog or continuous posts in the stories of Instagram. What seems to be a lot easier and faster but, then where are the words? Those written in ink?

People say a picture says more than a thousand words, and maybe it’s true. But I am still one of those who prefer to read a thousand words. How wonderful it was to use my imagination – which, depending on the subject, even reached my senses – to capture the message that a simple text was trying to describe to me. It was good, it was natural, it was charming, maybe even a little bit sexy.

I miss the old times.

I was not born in the era of the internet or smartphones. I grew up reading books, magazines and newspapers. The most technological thing I had in my living room was a TV and later a VHS set. I loved to send letters to my friends and relatives. It was such a pleasure to choose the paper, my favorite pen, choose the cutest stamp and post it. A few weeks later I would receive a letter back. Now you just send a DM. It might sound crazy, but I feel a bit difficult to adjust to this technological age although I know it is extremely necessary.

What used to be just for fun today has become almost vital for building an entire generation. And whether I like it or not, I’m in the middle of that transition. And I’ll tell you, I feel completely scared.

And now that I took courage to write again, what do people look for to read, how do they connect, and what do they consider to be quality?

The dictatorship by the numbers that the internet imposes is getting worse and worse. All that matters are the numbers of likes, views, comments … It seems that it does not matter much what is being said, as long as it continues being said.

I remember the day I visited a newspaper for the first time and how it took it days to write a single article. Today it is expected that in one afternoon you will deliver four or five articles, they may even be short, but the only thing that matters is to keep putting some content out there. Fashion magazines used to take a whole afternoon of gathering to talk about their next shooting, today it looks many things can be solved with half a dozen selfies. I may be exaggerating a bit, but all this haste for any kind of content is not what I want.

What will be my future and what’s reserved for me?

I still do not know which way I’m going to go, but I know for who and what I want to talk about. And how I’m gonna do that? Well … this is a topic for another post, but I can tell you that I will try to transform everything I can into words that are written. And if they are going to receive the same attention that a selfie would receive in an Instagram feed I do not care, as long as I have at least one loyal reader I truly believe it will worth it spending an entire afternoon looking at my blank sheet paper.

So now is for real. Let’s start?