How could they draw the truth from each individual and build a beautifully woven tale? I guess, having stories stuck in my own soul was the reason I needed to hear other people’s stories. I was drawn to authors, fascinated by their ability to create other people’s stories. Being only twenty-six, I wasn’t exactly sure what the meaning of my life would really be, and where I could find it.Įvery weekend I found myself sitting and listening to amazing authors at the café Coffee & Us. Each person I had interviewed had his or her own fascinating story, which made me wonder: what’s my story? I didn’t want to be ‘normal’, just like so many people I had met in life. Life was a chaotic struggle, trying to search for where I belonged and who I was supposed to be. It allowed me to interact with different people from different places, each one having their own different stories, bringing their own songs to the dance. I had always been inspired by storytellers. You are my creator or my creation, I question myself. Maybe you are the universe out there which I explore. A universe of inspirations, aspirations, hope and happiness. An infinity of love, care, trust, respect, understanding. And I found you are not just ONE, you are an infinity. I wanted to explore everything, know everyone. I wanted to be with different people at different places with different feelings.
It’s about something more real than stories and more powerful than love.
It’s not a story and maybe it’s not love. Sometimes for worse, sometimes for better. And when time changes, everything changes. I saw chaos, confusion, and fear all around me. Every moment, I tried to find reasons to hope, dream and love. Every night, when I slept, I tried to find reasons to not die. But now, I have been much more.Įvery day, I woke up I tried to find reasons to live. I was never a good reader and I don’t know if I will ever be one. I was never a writer and I don’t aspire to be one either.