Why am I still blogging at 50?

50 years old is tiring

At this point, you could say that I have already gone through many stages, changes and, yes, a few life shocks. Today, I find myself writing this blog as an intimate space where I can pour out what goes through my head, which in reality, has never been simple or linear.

Over the years, my interests have changed so much that this blog may seem like a hodgepodge of topics, but I think that also makes it authentic.

This blog is my refuge where the complex and the unexpected find their place, without the need for a precise label. One day I can be reflecting on history, another discovering something new in science or technology, and another, remembering some game or movie that made me dream when I was younger. I don't seek perfection in each post, but rather I want to capture the ideas that come to me and the ones that make me curious at this moment in my life. Sometimes it's nostalgia for days gone by; other times, it's the excitement of learning something new.

Perhaps some people think that this space is a whim, a collection of seemingly unrelated topics. But for me, this mix of interests reflects who I am today: a person who, far from having all the answers, keeps searching, keeps surprising myself, and takes myself less seriously. Writing here has helped me let go of pride, to accept that change is good, that ideas evolve, and that life is about adapting to its twists and turns and moving forward, but more peacefully.

One of the most personal reasons why I keep this space is my daughter Vera. I think about her and how I would like that one day, when she reads this, she can see the father who has always been there, although perhaps in a different way. I want her to discover how I have changed and how, despite the years, I am still that child at heart who adores her. Perhaps in these words she will find a message that will accompany her, even when I can no longer do so.

This blog is my way of sharing what defines me, what moves me and what sometimes keeps me awake at night. Maybe it makes sense to someone else or brings something new to them. Or maybe not. But if you enjoy the journey of a fifty-year-old who continues to learn at his own pace, welcome. After all, writing is also sharing a piece of our humanity.