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Valladolid is the first in-land city I visited In Mexico.
The dust, the heat, the lack of air, it is in this scenario where I met Océano.
Yep, this was the name with which he introduced himself.
Profession: street monk.
Gem dropper.
“All the troubles in my life don’t bring me down. All the struggles they teach me how perfectly imperfect I am. How long the road still is. And when it hurts, I just remember that there is a purpose that extends beyond the limitations of me.” That hit close to home
We spoke for a little while, he told me his story, how he became a monk, about his time in Malaysia and then he concluded with:
“You see, a lot of people think that I’m not doing anything when they see me here, and yet I'm also doing the most important thing a man can do: I'm listening to what I needed to hear from myself.”
In his stare I saw the proud light of who chose to be himself, to be free for real.
At the end of the day, who’s the real slave here?
Him, among the streets, or us, among our doubts and debts?