DAY NINE - Letter to a friend
Dear friend,
It’s way too late for me to be writing this, so you’ll have to excuse the bad handwriting. How are you?
I find myself talking to a lot of people these days, meeting new friends, while failing sometimes to answer this very question. We are so easily swallowed up by things, that seem bigger than us but are not, and very deep, true conversations are rare and precious.
But hey, how are you? I’m not talking about the I’m fine & you kind of answer, I’m talking about the "how you’ve really been doing beneath the layers of sarcasm, humor, everything we usually bury ourselves deep down, deep enough so that we forget about everything else" kind of answer. What is really there to forget about? What are you running from? What did you try to put away in a very small but burning hot glass of jar that does not want to be touched?
Glass is very peculiar in this way. Fresh and hot, it will melt and flow, red and bright, be molded into infinite ways, but when it has cooled down, it’s impossible to change its shape without increasing the temperature again at very high temperatures. You can only break it or melt it away. I learned this the hard way.
I believe the human heart works more or less the same; you cannot force your way into changing its shape, or you will only cut yourself trying to do it and have to pick up the pieces yourself. Instead, you can only wait patiently until the heat is high enough and that everything melts away again.
So, I will ask again my friend, how are you, meaning how full is your jar of glass? What is hidden inside of you that you don’t want to look at? What are you trying to escape, in your own unique ways, what is it that you are running away from? And in this puddle of darkness, I want to find the space in between the silences, I want to know; how can I help you look at your jar of glass?
Take care, I'll see you soon xx
Coco-Fraise