Through it all, I feel a whisper of confidence in what I think, how I feel, and where I stand.
Confidence in that —what sounds crazy and impossible to others —feels normal and possible to me.
That is, the reinvention of Mexico to aid not only the country itself but the continent as a whole.
The world needs Mexico to prosper.
There is something in there, I strongly feel, that will alter the course of history. But if it continues to decay any longer, then that something will vanish before anyone has the chance to see it.
And maybe because I’ve yet to see how long and arduous the road really is to get there, it feels like the end can be reached.
And if there isn’t a road to begin with, we’ll just have to make one: paths were created when enough people walked along them.