Bonfire

Feelings are like a fire. If you keep tending to them they shall not die.

But if you abandon them, they will extinguish.

Shutting feelings down is a lot easier than giving them life.

Sparking a genuine feeling is like trying to make a fire in the middle of a storm using wet wood. Close to impossible.

But some bonfires are not that easy to kill either.

Not while the spark that gives it life remains close.

As long as it does, the fire shall never perish, no matter what lies around, rain, storms, the end of the world itself.

Another time, another life

Sometimes, I miss the old days. Those days when everything was simpler. A time when I could not be affected by anything, when I felt invincible, with no adversity I would not dare face, nor a problem without solution.

I could only offer indiference and cold to the rest of the world. I had no care for critics, opinions or insults, nor I longed for a single bit of public acceptance. I was on my own out there most of the time, and I learnt to work that way.

No fears, no worries. No joy, little laugh. It wasn't a happy time, but I never cried myself to sleep. I showed up every day, did my part, left without making noise. I managed.

Now, looking back, it feels like an entirely different person walked inside my skin. Same face and same name, but different mind, soul, heart. A boy who had seen enough, but still with a lot of learning to do, about so much.

Nero.