I am

In this infinite now, I am. Feeling the wind on my face and brushing my hair, my skin caressed by the afternoon sunrays, I rejoice in the simple constatation that I am.

Here and now, I am present, I am young, and that is all I need to be happy. What is happiness but that inner contentment of being who I am, as I am, and letting the world see it? I don’t have to be a superstar, I don’t need the acknowledgement of humans, as long as the green fields are my stage and the chattering birds my audience. I will sing and dance to the orchestra of spring, and that is all I need to feel like a beauty queen. I may be one among millions of other beauty queens, but I don’t care, and I will shine on that stage of mine, as long as I’m drunk on the elixir of youth.

I can see how fleeting this moment is, slipping through my fingers like running water; the more I tighten my grip, the more it escapes me. And so I will let it flow, and flow with it until the very last drop. For what does it gain me to dwell over the inevitable passage of time?

Ever since I was a little girl, writing has been my passion and my escape. I wanted a platform where this small voice - that usually dares only be heard by the notebook in the corner of my room - can reach out to the world. I have always been fascinated by this ability we have to turn a transient thought or feeling into something that could last forever and that could be communicated to any other member of our species who would stumble upon it. After all, we're one and the same, aren't we? Our hopes, dreams, fears, pain, joy are what make us who we are. This page is for you out there reading it, so I invite you to delve into this notebook as if it were your own. Welcome to my notebook. Many thanks to the creator of this page who made my dream come true.