Autumn

Letter She sat in the middle of the night, with the open window open, and the wind from the sea stirring the pages under her pen, but she paid no attention to it as she wrote. I wrote the last letter to him with the desire to say everything at once, thinking about each word. “I hope that one day you will finally have the strength to get up and leave the room you’ve been hiding in all this time. Rooms with broken mirrors. Where else is your smile, hidden somewhere in parallel worlds, hiding so that no one will kill it. Rooms where your dreams and desires are hidden under a thick layer of cobwebs, which you hid and did not get for a very long time putting them off for later. You will leave a room that is too small for you, you will leave a room that is lit only by moonlight, and the wind that blows outside the window scares you. You’re lying on the bed and you can’t get up. I hope that you will try to get up and break the shackles of your own fear and despondency that bind you to the bed, you will get up and get out into the light. To see the beauty of this world, and realize that all this time you’ve been living in shackles that weren’t meant for you. You lived thinking that you were like all these pathetic and insignificant people who can’t fill their soul because it’s full of holes and everything is seeping through it. Everything: memories, life, love, good and bad moments. It’s like water running through your fingers. Do you know why? Because the holes in their soul appear because they do not do what they want and not what they are meant to do. And they are engaged in useful things for the world and for a society that they never see or know, but not for themselves. Ask them what they want. They will never answer you in their lives, because it takes courage to admit something to themselves, and people of our time don’t have it. What’s the point of walking down a path with nowhere to fall? It is better to follow your own path through windbreaks and tall grass, climb a mountain or roll into mud, but eventually finding your way, follow it until it gets dark, and when night covers you with your head, light the lantern of your desires and hopes, and go forward again. Don’t be like them. It’s a faceless bunch of people who dictate their own rules to us. They are the main enemy of the individual. They make the individual’s personality convenient to them. Turning the younger generation into a faceless mass that will then replace them. Please live! Don’t exist. Please don’t give in to the flow of the river of society, but don’t resist the river of life. Because only she knows where you need to go. Be bold and see the world with your own eyes. And get out of the room of fear that you’ve been trapped in all these years, be yourself!”