Denial. It is what is everyone has in common. For it would may be the biggest denial to deny the presence of the denial in our actions, words, feelings...

I am not sitting down in a single table, there are many images in my pupils. Lots of smiles, lots of faces, lots of eyes. I am not wearing headphones, there are many voices in my ears. Lots of words, lots of sounds, lots of songs. I am not mummified, there are many feelings on my skin. Lots of touches, lots of kisses, lots of hugs. And, I am not hiding my heart in a coffer, neither. Yet, it is cold. Those smiles, looks, voices, touches of whose feelings I don't feel in my heart; but all, the lot, each have their own seats in the hall of my life. So, after all, why do I consider myself as an honest one? Why do I seem like a big defender of reliability, ,if I can live with what I don't feel, if I can live with at what I can't smile? And most of all, why... if I can live with the lies I tell to myself? Esepcially, when I know that "the worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in a denial of what we do, even what we think. We do this because we are afraid."

A BATTLE TO SAY "ADIEU"...

Life is all about learning. Because life is all about growing.

Life is all about dreaming. Then, life is all about failing.

Life is all about missing. And life is all about forgetting.

Most of all, life is all about loving.

Yet, life is also all about ending.

Time passes leaving scars, over which we sometimes can't get till the end, gifting memories, at which we smile as we remember from time to time. Time passes flying. We knew all, I guess. But wait! This fligt is not always going forward?

One morning, you wake up, you look at where you are, you think of the people in your life. You reminisce the past and realise how much it changed, how time flies in such a fast speed. And then, a dolorous moment. You are stucked. Some things still exist, but they don't go forward, contrary to the time. Paused. Cold. Changed. And then, an awakening moment. You start to find out if things are changed or they are the way they have always been but you are just being aware of it now. Awareness. It is maybe the only way to feel alive. Yet it sometimes chaps, hurts, breaks.

Try, fight, grapple, bear... Get aware it was only your battle, alone. You have been striving actually all alone. Maybe it has been all about a battle. A battle to say "adieu".