Letter to Myself

  My dear friend, I’ve known you since you were very little. I carried you with me everywhere. Permanently. I held you close even in my sleep. You are that part of me who has darkened and saddened moments that could have been times of pure joy. Why? Because you didn’t let me trust myself, you killed my confidence. You swallowed my words. And my courage. And my pride. You suffocated me at night, clutching your heavy and invisible hands around my throat. You underestimated my femininity. You hindered me to fully live those moments of pure joy, to absorb them deeply in my whole being. For you always planted seeds of fear, doubt and mistrust in the corner of my mind. I loyally carried you with me everywhere and […]

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A Baggage Called Past (Part II)

Childhood. We are all born the same: sweet little babies, dependent on those around us, namely on our parents. We open our eyes and the first person almost all of us see is our mother. The outside world is now introduced to us. The mother is to become the symbol of love and warmth. In happy cases. We don’t know, we don’t remember how our mother spoke to us: in a calm and soothing voice, with harsh words, did she want us or not, did she absorb into her being our little bodies with all her heart while lovingly looking at us in our very first moments in this world, as if she might have wanted to make sure she would have our sweet and innocent face forever stuck on […]

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A Baggage Called Past (Part I)

Let’s take a trip together, a trip into your childhood. Each one of us carries a “baggage”. My baggage might be larger or heavier than yours. Or perhaps yours is heavier or larger than your friend’s. Your baggage may have clothes inside that are more beautiful and colourful than mine. The clothes in my baggage can be blacker or uglier or dirtier than those of the guy next to me. And the list may go on. This baggage is my past or your past, or everyone’s past. The clothes inside are our memories. We all carry it, whether we realise it or not. And we needn’t compare our baggage, we simply couldn’t, because it differs for everyone, and we feel its weight depending on our own power to carry it, […]

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