I write about a destiny that I can barely touch. I can’t realistically relate to it aside from the fact that I was once a child and the only shield I had against the world, was my family.  As I search for the words to write this post hundreds of children are being separated from their parents.

I write as a Latina, and as a witness of the cruelty to my people, the braided ones, who even in my own country are disrespected for the color of their skin, or for the lack of means that restricted them from having a formal education. I grew up watching how people of my own nationality and origins disrespected them, exploited them, called them by snapping their fingers, or named them ‘nacos’ and what not. Those are the people that are fleeing from their countries in search of a better future, after experiencing cruelty that goes way beyond what we can ever imagine.

Their journey is not as simple and romantic as ‘searching for the American Dream’, as many people think; it’s, more often than not, a desperate escape from a life of cruelty and abuse.

This story is not new: Native Americans suffered a similar faith not that long ago, when their children were taken away and sent into ‘Boarding Schools” where they were separated from their siblings, and from everything that was familiar to them in an effort to ‘Americanize’ them. The government did it because it was cheaper to create boarding schools than to kill them. This part of history isn’t as widely known,  perhaps because there are not that many Native Americans left.

But it seems we don’t always learn from our mistakes, and the lives of those less educated, and specially of indigenous descent, are still valued differently to the lives of the white educated population.

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A life is a life. America is bigger than this. The actions of a few don’t represent us, but our silence speaks for us.

If you have a voice, use it. If you can, donate money to support those working hands-on at the border. Just keep the conversation going. We are in charge of engineering the reality we live in.

Pictures: Celia D Luna

When the body functions spontaneously, that is called instinct. When the soul functions spontaneously, that is called intuition." –Shree Rajneesh

When we are born, we carry the knowledge of divinity within. If you don't believe me, stare at a newborn straight in the eye, and you'll understand what I mean.

They know.

You knew.

We forgot.

To ignite the passion that will bring us back to the reason we are in this world, we just need a trigger. It happens at different times for everyone: sometimes it's a failed romance; sometimes it's loosing a loved one; it can also happen when changing career paths.

The narrative of my journey has been triggered by the impotency associated with moving from one country to another, and rebuilding my life every time. First it was Madrid; that move was an escape. Then came New York, triggered by love. Toronto was a move ignited by hope of having found my partner. Stockholm is where I learned how to build a family.

Miami has been the city where I've reconnected with myself.

The fury came. Ever since I arrived, I became disciplined. I started putting together projects at a fast and furious pace. I've been driven by the insecurity of not being seen as myself, or who I wanted to be. You see, when you are married to an expat, the alternative is becoming a shadow of the person whose journey you are following, and being defined simply as a wife or as a mother, loosing your sense of self.

And that was not an option.

So I put all my discipline into building myself, discovering who I am at every turn.

If you are still waiting for your trigger, don't feel intimidated by passion; follow your curiosity. Everything starts with a thought. Believe in your intuition. It will guide you as you decipher what you are supposed to bring into this world. Allow yourself to be frightened, or know you will always wake up in the same place.

It's ok to follow the biological recipe for a good life, but if you have a burning desire to go beyond that, don't miss the chance to do so.

Open your eyes, and see what you can with them before they close forever.

Become who you are.