This is that story. This is the story I dreamt of when I was looking frward to 2023 and thought: I should write a story!
The story begins with a person. People are by far the most interesting thing to tell stories about, and no matter how hard we try to make stories about objects, places and thoughts, people are the most intreguing of plots.
People love. That’s their superpower and their stupidest choice. I love to write, I feel like I am drawing, throwing colors here and there, confusing my reader and taking their breath away. I stopped the sentence there because otherwise, I may go too far and tell you how the story ends, you surely don’t want to know that all I really want is to give you hope. Hope is our saving grace, hope and innocense keep us believing, they keep us going. It’s that gut screaming feeling saying: “just get through today, something will turn up tomorrow”.
I said a lot about the story so far but have not told the story. To be frank with you, dear unlucky reader, I have no story for you. I have a bug! the bug to come here and put words together that will make you feel things you may not have been supposed to feel today. Same as me. I didn’t think I would feel hope today but here I am, hoping. Hoping you like this so far, hoping you will finish reading because those numbers tell me that what I love to do is worth doing, hoping the fires back home have ceised and that people are alright, hoping the olive trees will bloom again, hoping my mother visits me again and much more.
What do you hope for dear reader? Is it money? that’s an easy one. Hoping the salary this month is somehow a bit higher, some taxes forgotten along the way? Hoping for love? maybe the grocery store today will seal your deal and bring you the one, or your family will receive their visa to come and see you? maybe you’re hoping the throbbing pain in your hands suddenly stops to allow you to hug your kids tighter? Hope is a fun feeling, it’s a precious feeling we don’t appreciate until we lose.
Dear reader, what are you still doing here? there is no story to tell. None of what I said above makes much sense or lines up. That’s life, it doesn’t line up! and such as life, my article, WHICH I WILL PUBLISH this time around, will not line up. I will put it under my name as messy as it sounds inside my brain. A splash of color in my head that I want to share. A painting of current events, current achievements, current struggles, messy feelings and a snapshoopt of today.
Dear reader, whatever your day is turning out to be, I hope some of it contains coffee or a drink that gives you hope. My cup helped these words come into the page and procrastinate work because at the end of the day, what’s a productive in a mess? If my mind is full of Hope, how can I draw slides with very real numbers? what’s work in a day full of inspiration? it’s that scene in movies where the protagonists dances on very dirty streets. The world is still annoyingly ugly and they still have to show up to their meetings on time, but for one moment, during a few dance moves and in the 3 minutes the song plays, that person has hope!
Hey reader! if this story was about you, where would you want it to end? what are you hoping for? what would make you dance on a random street? Wherever you are in the world, dear reader, I wish you hope.
I think this is done.
