Of Fear and Men

Dear D,

I was asked about love but it is you who knows the answer. You wrote once: "YOU should be the person you do care the most. I'm not saying that there can't be anyone as important to you as you are, but no-one can be MORE."

I was thinking about my attitude towards life. I saw myself doing everything by halves, escaping from the responsibility for my words, my future, my world. Love. Dream job. Do you discern any analogy? Do you know where our cerebral anorexia comes from? We pledged sincerity to ourselves, we unveiled the masks, tore the very skin off. If we see how fragile, weak and imperfect we are, there is a chance that we will become at least a bit less pathetic creatures. But we've forgotten that no one deceives us easier than our own mind. Haven't we commited a sin against ourselves? It serves us right.

Do you know where the truth lies? Look at all these things and thoughts you're ashamed of. Stop punishing yourself, stop looking back. Don't trust yourself anymore. Trust me and I will put my trust in you ('cause we are objective only when helping the other one). And we shall become what we should've become a long time ago.

"Edward, we outlived our late youth". Damn. D, I demand to experience, survive and outlive our youth!