Maia Nebula!

As time makes its way through my soul, as it corrodes my veins swiftly —like nitric acid and water —I realize how incredibly ignorant I am, how much I have yet to see, to hear, to experience. I’ve been so silly to think I’m smart, talented, ugly…! None of those things count, none of that is relevant. What I am is represented by my actions, by my feelings…

I have never become something: I already am someone.

My rants on something as useless as how my knowledge might surpass other people’s, how my ugliness might affect my life on this dirty planet, how I might have become pretty (I hate it when people say “you’ve changed so much…!”)… all those things are commonplace. All I should worry about is how to keep on going on this wild highway they usually call Life.

As some people know, I’m definitely not into sports. I yawn at the sole thought of watching soccer, or tennis, or basketball. I run away from F1. I’d rather do homework than watch sports.

However…

There’s a certain time of the year when my attitude changes radically.

Oh yeah, it’s time for the Olympics! It’s time for me to watch tennis, soccer, basketball, ping-pong, swimming, gymnastics, weightlifting, bicycle races, etc, etc, etc… I go for any country, I don’t care! As long as I see the competition, I’m happy! I love seeing people from all over the world, I love their happy faces when they win… I love everything about the Olympic Games!!!

By the way, Colombia won a bronze medal! We’re not going back from Athens empty-handed! Yay!

Well, I guess I should go back to my homework. If I don’t sleep tonight, I will unleash a storm of procrastination for the rest of the semester. I will not let that happen!

How can love be more important than one’s own life— so much, that one would be willing to terminate it if love were gone?

There was so much to live for, Saroj, so much… Yet you made your decision, and there’s no Undo button for it.

And to all of you whom I know: please, remain strong. Nothing justifies such a loss.

Have you already flown?

Have you crossed the immense blue which has kept you away from my green strip of land?

Is my day your day now? Do we sleep at the same night?

I speak of you as if I were a widow, yet you’re not dead. They look at me as if something dear had been wrenched away from me.

However, you’ve never left.

…No, you’ve never left.