On our entrepreneurial journey, Angélica and I have encountered well-intentioned advice that, in reality, led us astray from the path we so deeply desired. We were told to trust others, to follow the advice of those who had succeeded before us. However, as we progressed, we discovered a painful truth: most people are more concerned with themselves than genuinely helping us.
The experiences and decisions we've made have led us down a path strewn with obstacles, plunging us into deep disillusionment. We find ourselves in a depression, lacking faith in the path we chose, facing empty promises and accumulated defeats. Under a gray sky of hopelessness, we wander aimlessly, desperately seeking purpose amidst the chaos.
At our lowest point, we heard the words of a woman promising foolproof solutions. She spoke passionately, her eyes filled with fire and conviction, convincing us to follow her path without mentioning the price we would have to pay. When we finally uncovered the truth, we were left helpless, more demotivated than ever. We threw ourselves into the world with our products, hoping for success that never came, facing the torment of failure again and again.
On this desolate Wednesday, we find ourselves achievement-less, inconsolable, painting our longing for liberation with words. We wonder why we haven't yet reached our goals, questioning every decision we've made. But even amidst the darkness, we persist, hoping that the fire of our determination will guide us towards realizing our dreams.
The path of entrepreneurship and female empowerment is not easy, but Angélica and I are determined to press on, no matter the obstacles in our way. We learn from our experiences, question our decisions, and rise time and again. We are ready to make our voices heard, regardless of what the future holds for us. Because at the end of the day, we know we are capable of achieving our goals, with or without the help of others.
We gift you a small poem that captures this dark and gray Wednesday.
Under a gray sky of disillusionment, we walk aimlessly, without a song. Fiery words misguided us, trusting advice that proved fatal.
A girl spoke with fire in her eyes, telling us what to do with abandon. But she hid the price we had to pay, and upon discovering it, left us breathless, astray.
Confidently, we launched our products into the wind, unaware each sale led to torment. Now, on this desolate Wednesday, achievement-less and inconsolable, we paint our longing with words, awaiting the day liberation frees us from this ugly burden.
We are tired now, why have we not yet achieved? Perhaps it's time to learn and question every corner.
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