Dreams must be heeded and accepted. For a great many of them come true.
Paracelsus
The journey towards the realization of dreams often takes the dreamer along a lonely path, which may seem eccentric and unconventional in the eyes of society, however, what is valuable is finding those beings who dare to dream with the intensity that pushes us beyond the beaten path. Those of us who are enchanted by the humanities understand that this journey is not a walk through the meadows. It’s a daunting pursuit, and the lure of conformity, the siren song of social expectations, can threaten to throw us off course. But what happens to us when we abandon our dreams to fit in? I glimpsed the answer.
My initial foray into academia led me down a path that did not resonate with my soul. Little by little I was consumed by the temptation that social stability can cause, my curiosity withered and my happiness dimmed until it became a weak, barely perceptible spark. My health began to deteriorate. And then, as if by a twist of fate, my course changed.
I discovered the humanities thanks to my wonderful professors and friends in Mexico who supported me to continue exploring the possibilities that this ancient world could provide. I recognized the potential of merging my deeply held love of the humanities with the ever-evolving realm of technology. It was a harmonious mix, an intricate dance between my passion for role-playing game forums, literature, history blogs, and the desire to create a visual novel infused with magic.
I am on this side of the world, embarking on a dream come true journey that a young mexican girl once dreamed when every night her grandmother delved with her into the enchanting stories of the Brothers Grimm.
This path also has it’s weight of loneliness. The comfort of home seems always to be calling, urging one to retreat to the sanctuary of familiar walls. It is not easy to leave everything you know to start from scratch and sometimes the weight of incessant work on mastery combined with the emotional weight causes moments in which the heart fails and the spirit languishes. However, I have come to understand that each facet of existence takes its own price, and the price of an unrestricted identity demands the journey, no matter how arduous. The magic resides in the metamorphosis, in the odyssey toward embracing one’s true self, come what may.
In general, my sojourn in Besancon has been a serendipitous convergence of the old and the new, a seamless blend of literature and technology. It is a place where I have found fertile soil to begin to nurture my curiosity, where the grace and warmth of its people have moved my heart. An unexpected place where I have generated very beautiful and, I hope, lasting friendships.
Sharon Hassive Guerra Álvarez
