How curious? A few weeks ago, I might have gone through one of the worst weeks of this 2019, I felt defeated looking at the rejection e-mail that I left unanswered. Sadly this wasn’t the only discouraging e-mail I received, because dozens of others followed, which presented themselves as contradictory because in some I was “overqualified” while in some others, ironically, I was classified as “underqualified.”
They seemed more interested in my ethnical background than in my actual abilities; most of them were unable to understand my actual field of expertise, or better say, fields of expertise. And to make things worse, some couldn’t understand how someone born in Latin America, a poor region, has mastered various languages, that’s mystifying. And as that fact couldn’t be understood, I was simply dismissed.
“Let’s not waste time in what we will never understand,” their eyes said and then I was kindly invited to leave.
But hope is never to be lost because I have an idea. And this idea, dream, ambition or fantasy, or whatever you wish to call it, has opened new horizons. And now I can see clearly. Now I understand that I will never fit in the ground because I have wings. I just had never seen them. I know now that I belong in the open sky, where I can spread my wings and fly free away from here. Fly free. Free.