When your body and mind work with the same energy continuously, you feel that you are full of euphoria ready to fight for all those dreams you have, there is no way to turn off that glow, there is no way you feel discouraged, on the contrary, you just wait to wake up every morning to start the day amazing, doing the things you love the most, without being able to stop, but... What happens when the mind is exhausted? When the moment comes when your mind asks for a break because it feels it can't keep working so often. You can't understand what is happening, you try to decipher why if days ago you were so "perfectly" energetic and that from one moment to another, you just want to be in bed.
There are days when I prefer to stay locked up in my room all day, together with my cell phone, away from reality. When those days come, I usually listen to my mind, listen to exactly what it wants. The situation worries me, it is inevitable to think why this is happening to me, your parents don't understand it either, they begin to see you as a parasite, a person who is consuming excessively his stay at home, supporting himself for his money and not contributing anything positive. I am not exaggerating, they think this way, I understood that it is true when they say that no matter how much good you do, for the mediocre mind the bad will always attract more attention.
I find myself in my bed writing all this and minutes before I had received a message from a friend with a job offer right here near my location. The sad thing about all this is that although I'm excited about it, I feel like I would do it just to shut my parents' mouths once and for all, to follow my own rules, to let them see that I AM doing something, to make as much noise as possible so that their hurtful opinions are reserved. On the other hand, I'm a little terrified of losing my freedom, in my few jobs I've always owned my decisions, I've never worked for someone, I don't know what it feels like nor do I have a little experience. Still, I think about whether to take the risk, because my doubts will never be answered if I don't try.
It's amazing how my parents can be good with me on weekdays, it feels so beautiful living together, I feel their support at all times, but comes the weekend where I decide to give myself a distraction with my friends or with that specific person that makes me feel good and there, I stop being that person they want me to become so much. Lately, I have been paying attention to my racing heart when I meet the one I decided to open my heart to, it's hard to explain, it's something you feel with your whole body, it's a sensation that you don't find everywhere, it's a connection that goes beyond the physical. I feel calm, I feel safe, I feel good, it is inevitable not to do it, only that in my head rumbles the question: How long will this last?
Sometimes I am impressed by everything that happens in my life in just one week. A week where everything can change, my mood, my relationship with my parents, my social circle, even my cat becomes part of that sudden change that happens in me day by day. Even if I have my day organized, I know what I am going to do in an afternoon, something can happen that can change everything completely, something like... "May life surprise you".
The situation in my house with my stepfather was a little tedious again, since I went on a trip to the beach over the weekend and according to my mother, he was upset. I say according to my mother because he is unable to talk to me about his discomfort, the communication is terrible I must admit, he usually tells me that I am responsible for my own decisions and to do what I think is best for me. When that happens, he starts to distance himself from me. Bad faces, or sometimes he is not even able to look me in the eyes when I greet him, he decides to ignore the world stuck in his cell phone and well, I'm not going to lie, it hurts. I try to stand up, I am strong in the face of this kind of adversity since, they don't surprise me, I just wish I could talk to him, that everything would be different, but, honestly, there are things that can't be fixed.
In short, I will not fail to say that writing has been for me the best escape from all my problems, the perfect moment where I disconnect from everything and let my words take over the leaves and flow like the current of a river. Today, I am thankful for this, I am thankful for the great opportunity that this platform gave me to be able to bring to light a small privilege that I have, as are the letters. I know that after the storm the sun rises, I do not deserve to live blaming myself for problems and thoughts beyond my control. It is time to live, to feel good, to enjoy life as I think best, to fall and get up, to cry, to laugh, to fall in love, to be disappointed, there is no limit to life.