Dear
world,
This is my
final letter to you before I become a grownup. I decided to leave my childhood
away in the attempt to become a serious person, according to my biological age.
I liked a lot to play the child’s role, to receive the last piece of cake, to
have the largest slice of pizza, to be allowed to use the swing and so on. My
friends always protected me, they never hurt me and they never used nasty words
around me. Not even my family, well known for their vulgarity, not even they
couldn’t speak like a real adult in front of me.
So I enjoyed that for a long
time, without even bother to change this soft and comfortable role. It’s like giving
up to your umbrella when it’s raining. You don’t do that at all. It’s too
dangerous first of all for your look and secondly for your health. And I know
this more than anyone else. I admit that I am still enjoying cartoons and dots
on my outfits, but I pretend that I don’t in order to make the other
people admire my adulthood side. Which, by the
way, doesn’t exist for me. I tried for a really long time to plan for myself a
new set of rules to follow and to accede in this universe, full of
responsibilities, but I failed every time, tragically.
With this
letter, I only break up with you, childhood. I don’t plan anything for the
future. I would like to know that something good expects me next corner, that
this great life is trying its best to surprise me in a good way. And I will be
grateful to you all if any of my dreams will come true. Meantime, I will be
busy to get rid of a burden from my heart (I don’t know for sure if this
expression applies in English too, but you get the point, right?).
As you can
see, this exercise of mine keeps you in touch with my daily events. You should
thank me because I am not the kind of girl who talks only about boys and
dramatic relationships, broken hearts and pathetically sweet declarations. I am
the kind of girl who talks about stupid, weird or maybe funny situations. Is
that making me an adult? I better hope so, you shouldn’t disappoint me.
I end this letter hopping my plan will succeed, with no victims,
no heart broken or ruined friendships. When you will see me next time, please
ask me how was I going, if there were any improvements. And don’t forget
to congratulate me for this really big effort. I deserve a few sweet words, not
too sugary please. Those are not on the list. Please keep that in mind and see
you tomorrow, with another story.
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My imaginary friend
1 comentarii:
Frumos, dar trist. Articolul tau imi aduce aminte ca totul este efemer si ca nu putem pastra ceea ce e frumos, oricat de mult ne-am stradui.
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