again, living a temporary life
How did I find myself there? Why?
That’s the questions I keep asking myself.
At first I thought it was a great place to grow and learn new things. It wasn’t.
Then I thought it was about you, because I’ve never experienced a connection like this before. But you turned out to be a liar.
I believe that things happen for a reason, hence the questions I keep asking myself over and over again. Why?
This story was supposed to be addressed to you, but I don’t feel like I can trust you anymore. So, there it is as follows:
I know I’ve been here before, in this place. All the people and all the events. I’ve met them, I’ve seen them. The feeling is so strong that I almost cannot deny that this is the right thing, no matter how wrong it may seem.
You once told me that everything is written in the stars, that She plays every part in our lives, that everything gets Her way. I remember that it came with such a relieve, because it meant that we don’t have to worry about anything…
Perhaps, the thing I thought I was wasn’t true. Perhaps, I believed in the image of me that people created. Hearing everyday how good and unique I was, I believed I was good and unique. Perhaps, what I am is the thing I am right now. Nothing more.
All the things I learnt were just useless things easy to learn. Life itself wasn’t written in the book, though. That’s why I didn’t know how to learn it. That’s why I don’t know how to live a life that doesn’t go beyond the cover of the book. The real life.
And this is what makes a lot of sense.