Again and again

Nine years ago, after my mother’s passing, I chose to start over. I left behind my house, donated my books, and let go of almost everything. To fly, one must release the weight of things.

Time passed, and here I am—with my space, my books, a new home. I had a house, a job, and stories there; now I have the same here—and even a dog. Because, in the end, it is our mind that reinvents us, that allows us to make a living—not what we hold in our hands, but what we cultivate within.

Too often, we cling to material things and forget that the essential is light. Use things, love people and places—never the other way around. To let go, to detach, to reinvent oneself with the wind—that is the greatest freedom.

Set yourself free, and life will reward you with new paths. Because a true home is not made of walls, but of a mind that is awake—and that will take you wherever you choose to go.

My Dreams

I’ve always dreamed big, ever since I was a child. My father used to say I had the spirit of a rich man because I claimed that one day I would live in New York. Mr. Adalberto envisioned a bright future for that suburban boy—but not so far from Méier. My dreams have always seemed impossible—at 19, I ran for mayor of Rio, and two decades later, I became the first cyber candidate when the internet was still in its infancy. I’ve always chased what seemed unattainable, and even when I don’t quite reach it, I manage to land somewhere with almost the same impact.

I’ve had multiple reinventions—at 30, at 40—and, finally, I’ve achieved stability in New York, with my own little place and a steady job. But who says I’ll stop dreaming of bigger and tougher goals? Just wait, because this year will bring a new reinvention, and it’s going to be magnificent.

#BigDreams #Reinvention #NewYork #Persistence #CyberCandidate #Achievements #StayTuned

Winter in the city

It’s been a long time since we’ve had a white Christmas—one of my favorite natural phenomena, much like the northern lights, both tied to the cold and winter. Funny, coming from someone who grew up in the tropics and only saw snow as an adult. I still remember those first winters in the 90s when I’d freak out and dream of escaping to Florida (now I dream of escaping Florida’s image and politics, lol).

But there’s no denying it: the city looks stunning covered in snow, and tourists are loving every moment of it. New York might be the only city in the world where no one complains about tourists—they remind us every day that we live in a truly magical place.

#WhiteChristmas #NewYorkMagic #WinterInTheCity