How much of yourself do you lose on the way? Today I needed to find an art from years ago for the repost of the influencer who is my client. In that vastness of disorganized files (bad habit, I know) I found the scope of a report I wrote in 2019 about the fire that occurred in the community of the Huni Kuin peoples, in the heart of the Amazon. I don't like to reread my texts, I always want to go back in time to rewrite, but nostalgia today spoke louder. A movie played in my head and I remembered the day I received the images of that place ''giant by its own nature'', now devastated. Journalists sometimes need to be cold, so I held back the tears, found the information and did what I could in the face of that situation to report the arson. I also gave the information and images to numerous vehicles in order to spread the message to as many people as possible. The blood boils just remembering what was said at the climate conference in Dubai saying that the Amazon does not catch fire because of the humidity, but I will not go into this merit. Children, animals, the elderly, all were harmed. I had the opportunity to get to know the place in person and I guarantee that people would rethink their values if they opened their hearts to live the experience of being in Acre together with such simple, humble and loving people. After reading it I returned to reality to find the client's play and thought how much of myself I've lost since then, like ''that boy who was going to change the world and now attends the Grand Monde parties''. Laughter. I never did volunteer work again, nor did I wear my shirt to help some cultural center as I used to do in São Paulo. Niente! I lost a lot of myself, I was consumed by digital marketing and the frantic demands that don't always live up to expectations, because I always have the feeling that I did little even when I work 10 uninterrupted hours. If I take an hour to chat here or rest during the week, my conscience is heavy. Burnout came with everything for those who once romanticized the home office. Now I realize that, despite having lost a lot of myself for no longer being that newly formed journalist with a desire for social justice, I still have a lot to improve, develop and, above all, not lose myself. Of the only certainties I have in life: that one day I will die and that before that, I want to try to leave the world a little better than I found it.