I tend to write on airplanes.

I’ve never been able to sleep on one. The body remains still in an uncomfortable seat, but the mind keeps moving. Something about that suspension — between departure and arrival — makes thoughts surface with unusual clarity.

Over the years, many of those thoughts have become texts. One of them became a book.

Writing has been my way of processing the world since childhood. Long before business, before responsibility, before ambition — there was language. A need to articulate what felt too large to hold internally.

At different stages of life, that impulse has been criticized. Sometimes for being too structured. Sometimes for saying too much. Both are probably true.

Acceptance is not the absence of contradiction. It is the willingness to live with it.

Thinking and Feeling

Turning forty-three invites reflection, whether one believes in age-based theories or not.

There is something undeniable about time passing. It sharpens perspective. It reduces illusions. It demands honesty.

I’ve become increasingly aware that not everything we think is true. Thoughts can distort. They can exaggerate. They can create narratives that reality does not confirm.

Feelings are different. They may not always be rational, but they are real. They arise without permission.

Much of life seems to unfold in the tension between the two — the measurable and the invisible, the rational and the instinctive. We build careers with one, and relationships with the other.

Learning to live between them may be the real work.

The Drive

By this stage in life, I understand my patterns better.

Curiosity and intensity have shaped my path. They have opened doors, expanded my intellect, and exposed me to worlds far from where I began. They have also made it difficult to rest.

My mind rarely stops. It analyzes, anticipates, models scenarios. In professional settings, that has been an advantage. Structure, risk assessment, and long-term thinking are powerful tools.

But the same engine that builds can also exhaust. A system that is always optimizing struggles with silence.

Understanding that my strengths and weaknesses are often the same trait expressed differently has been clarifying. Self-acceptance is less about changing who you are and more about learning how to live responsibly with your nature.

What Matters

At forty-three, ambition remains — but it has evolved.

I want to keep building. I want to contribute to something that transcends geography. I want to see Bolivians believe they can compete globally, not as exception but as norm.

I want my children to grow into who they choose to become — not who I project onto them. I want to be present for that process.

I want my marriage to be partnership, not shadow.

I want family to remain a place of return.

And I want peace — not as absence of effort, but as balance between physical, emotional, intellectual and spiritual life.

We are here only once.

Success, in the end, might be better measured in presence than in numbers.

This year, I am choosing to pursue that balance more deliberately.

Luis

A la vida dale lo que pidas.