I started traveling very young, alone and on my own. I quickly learned something and coined a phrase that accompanies me since: "travel outside is too travel inside." Every journey in the world is both an inner journey. And this journey of growing my beard, is no exception. I realize that growing the beard is a lot like life. Beardedfather, you tell me to concentrate on my strengths: my mustache, my chin, my soul patch. Sounds good. In life, in relationships with people, with the world, sometimes we focus on our weaknesses and fears. We doubt  about us. And that isolates us from the world. But when we focus on our strengths, in those things that we do well, life changes. Our relationship with the world and people change. In these moments we are owner of our destiny. Amazing that simply grow a beard reflect that. Beardedfather, someday I would like to have a coffee with you, or a wine from his vineyard. You have the sensibility of a poet. I enjoy everything that I live with my children. And now I enjoy the beard with them too. They are the best stimulus that I found to continue on this journey of let it grow my beard. My little boy wakes up at dawn. I put him on my bed for lulling another time. Since a couple of weeks he play stroking my beard and that helps him fall asleep. As if was be enough the fact of feeling the beard in my face for knowing secure. And my five year old son told me a few days ago: "Daddy, I like your mustache, you look like a man." He made me laugh. Then, I ask him what I looked like without a mustache. And he said, "well, like a child." Thanks Beardedfather. Brother.

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