Author (Greek version): Lefteris Anestis
Translator: Valentina Papandroulidaki
How many times have you said “I’m fine” and then let the sorrow bring darkness inside you, without anyone knowing?
It is bad to be miserable.
How many times have you held back your tears and let them water your soul?
It is bad to cry.
How many times have you felt totally empty and dressed up to go out?
It is bad to be pitied.
How many times have you said “I can” while feeling mutilated?
It is bad to be weak.
We are looking for someone to love our imperfections, which we ourselves hide in the first place. We hide what is true about us. Maybe we are afraid of it.
But then, how will we really get to love ourselves?
But then, how will we really be loved?
We cling to our wounds, keeping an eye on it in case they open up once again. Being afraid of getting hurt, we prefer passivity, safety, security, nothingness. But the wound is actually you. Can’t you see it?
And then the merciless night falls.
And it reminds you. It reminds you of dreams. It reminds you of all those you pretend to have forgotten. And you toss and turn. And you create images. And you imagine. And you live. And you think. But you don’t sleep. You are in agony.
And then, the sun rises up again.
And you will wear the same fake smile and your beautiful clothes and you’ll say: