I dream of a world in which self-knowledge is not a luxury, but a daily practice, accessible to all.
A world where people can devote time to themselves, rediscover their own voice, their own rhythm, their own uniqueness.
The world is already going in this direction, I can see it all around me.
There is still so much to be done, but I see great movement and so much desire.

I dream that words, fairy tales, silence and listening will once again become sacred tools, capable of healing, of directing, of opening paths.
I imagine courageous adults, with the will to open their eyes, look around and choose where to turn their gaze, and then look within.
I dream of parents and teachers who know how to raise new generations of children with kindness, authenticity, and, again ... courage (as strength of the heart).
Families and societies that are transformed through acceptance and understanding.
Because, as Carl Rogers said:
"Only when I accept myself do I have a chance to change."

My message is just one seed among many.
There are many, because each person who shares a message has their own shade of meaning, and reaches different kinds of people.
I simply hope to connect with those who resonate with my way.