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Letter to a friend’s friend

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Dear friend of a friend,

you probably don’t recall this, but I do. We’ve had a little chat a while ago. While you probably went home right afterwards with your earplugs in your ears and your mind far away, I didn’t forget the things you’ve said. I didn’t  because in a matter of minutes you messed up all my principles and you took everything I believe in and mocked it with a dumb smile on your face. So I had to rethink my attitude a bit, worried that I might have been wrong all my life. Thinking that I was a fool. You looked at me, no doubt, as one looks at a naive child, who still has to learn about this cruel, cruel world he is about to step in.

You took all my friends and generalised. I hate generalisations. How dare you say everyone is bad at their chore? Oh, that’s not what you meant? You called me inferior, even if you talked it smoothly, with your foreign expressions, but, no worries, the mocking glance looks the same on everyone’s face, no matter how ‘well-bred’ they are. I don’t know what you read when you were little, I don’t know what you believe in, I don’t know what keeps you moving through your life and I don’t know about the things you dream at night. But now, you’ve made me curious, because whatever it is, I never want to have any of that. I will refuse to believe, no matter how old I will get and regardless of the tears that will try to drown me, I will refuse to believe even for one second that this world is, in its chore bad. I can’t believe. I refuse to look cynical at everyone I encounter, only because they might look at me the same way. I will defend to death the beauty of my world, because I fell in love with it before I even got here. Don’t you tell me people are perverse, because I will throw in your face a thousand struggling kids, good kids, who still get flowers for their mothers and a thousand artists, who still get inspired, every day, by the beauty of it all. I will point out for you thousands of people who stay together, every day, only because they got addicted to each other’s smiles. Don’t you tell me you’re nothing without a plan at twenty. Twenty is the age of no plans, didn’t they tell you that? Twenty is the age for love and laughs and learning, yes, but they don’t work separately, my friend’s friend. Don’t you tell me my friends will laugh at me behind my back, because you know nothing about them. What do you know about our sleepless nights and long hours discussing the stars? I bet there’s no place in your timetable for magic and what a shame that is. You have so much time to be cynical. You have so much time to be bitter, don’t waste your twenties. Don’t spend your precious time judging everyone around you, because you’ll waste it. And then, no wonder you haven’t got a second in your day to admire a flower or read a beautiful quote or merely think about how something made you feel.

You live so fast. You tried to convince me I am a majority, when I already know I’m not. You tried to convince me that the nights I spend dancing and laughing are going to damage me, but you had lost me before finishing that foolish idea, because I was already remembering that beautiful night that turned too quickly to daylight. You even tried to take my books and convince me that knowing statistics is far more useful, but by then I was already thinking that a story waits me at home, that my characters are waiting for me to define their journey.

So, my friend’s friend, the next time we meet, let’s just agree to disagree. If you want to keep your black and white perspective, by all means do, but don’t share your glasses with me, because I don’t need them. I don’t need your negativity, because my mother put flowers in my hair when I was a little girl and I’ve felt like a princess over a beautifully coloured world ever since. Call me an optimist with that dumb smile of yours and you’ll make me the biggest compliment. I won’t waste any of my time being cynical. You do that and let me be the irrational one. Let me feel too deep, let me experience more happiness and more pain than you’ll ever know. I take that, I take it with all my heart.

 

 

P.S. Next time, you should spend more time looking at the beautiful girls that were passing by, rather than argue with me. Or is that only the habit of ‘disgusting perverts’? I wouldn’t know, I’ve never denied myself the presence of beauty.

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The Stars Dealer

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I have always been fascinated with stars. I can’t really explain the reason behind it, or this enormous feeling I get when I look up at the night sky. I suppose it’s all very typical for the human being to be fascinated with all that is beyond our knowledge, what is beyond our world and the Universe is itself one big question.

I’ve read about people that feel small looking at the stars above them. That feel like a very tiny bit of this whole wide infinity. People that realize how little they matter. How unimportant their lives go by, like the blink of an eye. I don’t.

Looking up at those shining bits of light, I feel so important. I look up and lose that sense of loneliness, because for a few moments, I feel like time stops, just for me to give time to admire such vast beauty. So, I decided to steal some constellations and store them in my bedroom. Remember those phosphorescent stars you had as a child, glued to the ceiling, to keep nightmares away? I bought a set of those 🙂 Now I have my own private night sky, shining above my head every night.

And honestly it’s the best thing there is.

Help: Johnny Depp vs. Brad Pitt ( the ultimate argument)

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I’m having a debate with my mother and I need a little help here. I’m going to tell you how things are.

I am a Johnny Depp fan. I loved that man since I was 9 and he will always be my favourite actor. I consider him to be the most versatile, interesting, gorgeous and talented actor at Hollywood. I am trying to persuade my mother into thinking the same.
Just think about it:
He played so many parts, all so different. He is a genius. I really mean that. Although I may not agree sometimes with his choices in his personal life ( how can anyone stand that Vanessa Paradise ) that does not change how amazingly talented he is.

And I didn’t even mention his unique sense of style.

My mother is a Brad Pitt fan. She is the classic woman. Problem is, she consideres Brad to be more talented. She thinks his movies are more intelligent and he is more good looking.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I like Brad a lot and I admire him a lot. But I love Depp.

Now, here comes your part. Who is your favourite? Please help us solve this incredibly domestic argument.

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Little of our time.

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It is said that highschool is the best part of our lives; that it doesn’t get any better than that. I hopefully believe they are wrong. Whoever said that had obviously never attended one. At least not one like mine. I am sure that the memories we live as highschool students are unique and worth to be cherished years after that, butI wouldn’t call it ” the best “. Why? Well, highschool is a really tough period. You deal with spoiled kids and bored teachers that are unable to entertain themselves, and therefore unable to interest the kids. Of course, the friendships you make may distress you for a little while and some even meet their first love. However these four years are difficult. The stress can sometimes get overwhelming, you go through sadness and anxiety. At least I do, sometimes. That doesn’t mean I don’t cherish highschool. I want to remember it as the sweet time when weekends were always busy, when everything was fun and easy, when I was antisocial, when I met my bestfriends, when I still had hope.

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The path

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Lately I’ve seen lots of people in the desperate search of finding their one self. Trying to discover their part in this life, who they are meant to be. But this is all non-sense to me. Traveling the world won’t help you realize who you are because after all, life isn’t about finding yourself but about creating yourself. We spend our whole lives trying to find our path until one day your life is over and you haven’t done anything at all. We are trying so hard to fit in this well-known categories, we try so hard to be labelled, and yet we pretend to be called unique.But, at the end of the day the point in this pointless life is to do whatever you want to do. To fully live, to create the path that suits you best, to face life fearlessly and take the decisions that make you happy. Labels are for the narrow minded because each of us is different, and the appearence may look the same but inside we’re just made out of different ingredients.

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People

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People,pardon my language, suck. Though human beings are known to be the most intelligent creatures alive, they are also the meanest, the most selfish and the most hypocrite. Day by day I see the living proof of human badness. Never, however sincere someone may seem, never trust a human being. Just when you think you know a person, they turn out to be something else. When you finally think you’ve found a great lifetime friend they are going to stab you in the back, right when you need them most. You may wonder, what is wrong with me today, why the so negative post, but you know it’s true. People are made to let other people down. If something seems to good to be true, it’s because it probably is. No one is good to someone, for the simple reason of being a kind person. Everyone has a dark side, a demonic being inside. Every time you put trust into someone you get hurt. Any yet people are so needy. Everyone needs to be loved, everyone needs friends. And in this up down world, where everything seems wrong, in the midst of this miserable life, I am thankful, oh so thankful to the only friends that have never let me down. I don’t know if they are going to stab me in the back someday, but right now, I doubt it. 15 years of friendship is a long time, and I’m sure more beautiful years are going to come. Years of harm and joy, of friendships and dissapointemens.
“People, you can never change the way they feel, better let them do just what they will, for they will.”

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She builds up a word of magic..

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“All this people that surround me, all these faces only drown me..”
Got this feeling a lot lately. I feel like I’m missing someone, some person I don’t even know. Like I’m loving someone I’ve never even met. Which is quite true to say the truth cause in dark nights my mind creates… But fairytales are fairytales and happy endings are rare. So, I live my phantasy only in my mind, and pray every evening that it becomes reality. Ironically this fake, perfect imagination is what keeps me going. The idea that something better is out there. That someone will understand me just as I am .. But until there I have a long way to walk. Now back to real life, Lessing’s book awaits me..

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