Maybe you think I abandoned you. Maybe I did, in the sense that I stopped needing you so bad. I didn’t forget you, though. During this big absence, I kept thinking about ways to come back to you, to make you active and interesting again. I kept planning and planning, and letting the days go
Tag: open letter
Wild and restless heart, can you hear the song of the world? Does it tell you all you need to know? Or does it only fill you with more wildness and restlessness?
I am afraid. I wonder if you can see that. Sometimes, when the night is dark and I am alone, the fear comes and covers me like a shabby old blanket that I never wanted. Others, it manifests itself like a pill that got stuck in my throat and now scratches the esophagus, brings tears
I am tired of your judgement. While writing this precious document, it occurs to me that your opinion on how I conduct my life has never made any damn difference in what I went through. Your reserves to my plans have produced only tons and tons of unnecessary self-doubt. Your misplaced anxiety has brought nothing
It’s like an explosion – strong, intense and furious. The aftershock waves move through my body and liquefy the muscles, stimulate the cells, revitalize the hippocampus. In an instant that cannot be measured I know that my strength overcomes barriers, my confidence conquers the world and my wisdom changes it. Everything is possible and, at
I was too young when I first met you. Naïve and unafraid. You confused me, dominated my life for some time. How could you not? I was so afraid, and you only need to hit one time to mark someone. I learned to deal with you, but the idea that you would enter my life
Confess it right away: you knew that I would write a letter to you, didn’t you? You had to know. If you didn’t – well, you’re a fool, my friend. Even though it took me a loooong time to decide what I would say to you in it, this letter was as certain as the
First I loved you, then I hated you, then I started to understand you. Maybe I will never completely make sense of everything that you did, but I write this letter to let you know that I accept everything I know and don’t know. I admire you. You tried – is still trying, for what
Sometimes I fear for you. Having been created by me, I know you more than anyone else does. I understand your intentions, your hopes, and your insecurities. I’ve seen you grow, change and become mature. I felt the differences that your existence caused in my life: the new perspectives, ideas and, above all, the liberty
Thank you for being a part of my life. Maybe I don’t see you anymore. Maybe I don’t know where the road has taken you. Maybe you are the nice old lady who I met on a bus when I was too arrogant for my age and situation and taught me that every profession deserves
