Each new book, each new color, each new season, each new holiday. Each new word, each new conversation. No matter where. No matter when. No matter in which language.
Everything encompasses an entire new world, day by day.
But at the same time everything new brings memories from the past, brings smells and flavors that can`t be experimented anymore. At least not as the same way as before.
Before I wrote about people that changed my life in magnificent ways. And I stressed out that some of them don`t even know that they helped on building my character. This year I had the chance to create new whispers of life with some of them. This year I met friends from before, I met friends from Yale, from Madison. This year I met a friend I wished to meet for so many years (and it was worth waiting for that meeting). I visited places I have never been. I had to deal with things, people and feelings I never wished to deal with.
This year I faced myself sick of goodbyes; I faced myself saying goodbye once more 10 days after. This year I thought about how hard it is to come back home, but I left home again. This year I face myself wondering about things in a diverse way than before and that would be probably sufficient to make me different. Somehow.
This year I keep on believing that everything is possible. I keep having faith. I keep being myself. This year life is passing fast. Slow. This year encompasses the reality of life. Breath after breath. And I am really thankful for everything.
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