NOT empty at all

Ey You, yes you, the one reading me.

Look around, look properly.

What do you see?

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I guess you said a bunch of things

Now look around, but different

Try to find what makes everything around you special.

What do you see?

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Still lost? don't get what I’m saying? well I’m gonna give you an example.

I see a door with a scratch not big but not small, maybe my dog’s scratch. I see the years this door has been there, I see the scratches is been trough, the opens, the closes, the people is been coming and going, the fights in front of it, the love, the kisses, the laughs...

I see more than a door, I see a series of happens, feelings and memories just by looking at this door in front of me. So, now look again, but this time look at what has brought you or where has brought you all that surrounds you.

Memories are made of all forms, abstract, physical, psychological... but them all bring you feelings. Sadness, happiness, excitement, melancholy... Memories can make you cry, laugh and miss.

A friend, not long ago asked me: Can you please write shortly all the memories you have from us. Of course I asked why?, and she said: a lot of things happened this year I would like to keep them written.

Firstly I didn’t understand why she asked me to write it as being an own memoir would be just made of your own memories, not of others. But then...

I see, I see that the reason of willing to hear from others memories related to you is to have another perspective about you, a reflection, because we see ourselves in one way. But sometimes is good to realize how others see us in the same situations.

Maybe that day we went for a coffee I thought I was happy. That the person I was with was making me happy. But maybe then If I asked you for your memoir of that day you’d have said: I saw you, frustrated, trying to understand something which wasn’t logical for you, trying to understand why even though you looked happy you were fully anxious and sad inside. I saw you trying to follow your intuition but being stopped by something around.

Maybe asking how others feel you when you were together is a good way to find you.

But hey, not any other, just those others you know will be there full on you. Or maybe just putting yourself in the situation and looking at it differently.

Memories are good to see the differences between now and then. To see how we’ve changed, how the decisions we’ve made had made us change and how now we can focus every day more in ourselves thanks to them.

I’m a well of memories, I remember everything! Since the first time we talk to the last, since the first expression you made to the last. Even though is been years. And so, I can say it has made me grow, because now, I remember each time everything that has happened to me and I act differently than how I would when I was a kiddo (1 week ago). I keep being a kiddo but now a bigger one. A kiddo with some more memories.

And you, trust me, or don’t. But always follow your instincts. They don’t go the wrong way.

Love,

Just a hippie xx