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I don’t know how my life became so contaminated by banality.
I was a girl full of the dream of heaven, full of the voices of angels, and full of gazing at the light…
I remember one of the last days of the school year, when we were writing keepsakes for each other in class, one of my friends wrote in my notebook: “Life is a path full of twists and turns for everyone, but for you it will always remain straight.” I asked her why she thought that, and she answered with a sentence that still burns at the back of my mind. She said, “Because you have everything we wish we had.”
It seemed strange to me that others thought of me that way. I didn’t have many things, but now I no longer even have the things I had then.
I am trapped in the banality of an unattainable dream. I have nothing, and this dream, this wish, this longing draws me deeper into itself every moment. Like a coarse eraser, it erases all the colors of my world.
I was a girl full of the dream of heaven, full of the voices of angels, and full of gazing at the light…
I remember one of the last days of the school year, when we were writing keepsakes for each other in class, one of my friends wrote in my notebook: “Life is a path full of twists and turns for everyone, but for you it will always remain straight.” I asked her why she thought that, and she answered with a sentence that still burns at the back of my mind. She said, “Because you have everything we wish we had.”
It seemed strange to me that others thought of me that way. I didn’t have many things, but now I no longer even have the things I had then.
I am trapped in the banality of an unattainable dream. I have nothing, and this dream, this wish, this longing draws me deeper into itself every moment. Like a coarse eraser, it erases all the colors of my world.
31-35, F
