Higher much higher

It is autumn now in Mexico City, here in the School of Science of the National University, birds are singing the way they only do when the sun in setting.

It is this time of the day that some have come to call the blue hour, in which the tiny details of life no longer distract our attention and we can see the big beautiful picture we call the world.

It is this time of life in which the past looks distant yet we refuse to consider it the way it is: long gone.

A new set of desires, of longings, arises every day inside of me, and every one, and only accumulate in that long stack of things to do, of things to live. Yet, of that seemingly uncountable set of desires, there are some that shine, even in the darkest of times, that shine for long, that shine from far away. It can be seen in the eyes of a person when approaching, it can be felt in every stolen kiss, in every furtive smile, in every moment of doubt, in every moment of happiness.

Yet, however strong this desires might be, it is not uncommon for men and women alike to repress them, to be only slight moved by them and instead focus their attention in other, perhaps more socially acceptable or more culturally inspired, goals.

If in this setting you came and ask me what I fancy now that I am twenty four, I would begin by talking about the future, girls and travel. I refuse to engage any longer in that winner-less game of pretending to be satisfied, a game in which many of us engage for reasons so ludicrous we are ashamed to state.

We have everything ahead of us, it is the best of times, it is the age of hope.

My greatest longing of them all is for there to be no other moments in which I turn back and regret my inaction, my lack of confidence, or my little hope in the future.