I believe that when we are born, another part of us comes into the world in a different, distant place. The universe entrusts us with the task of finding our other half. As we wander, we experience various feelings and emotions that sculpt our inner shape. We become warriors, traversing the world, searching for the fullness of happiness.
Centuries ago, when people did not know how to measure time, the Jade Emperor, the ruler of the heavens, organized a tournament, inviting all the animals to participate in the race. The first twelve to cross the wild river and the order in which they reached the Emperor's palace would represent the next twelve years.
This will not be a ready-made template on which you can base your everyday lives. I will share with you my thoughts about the time after a breakup. Some thoughts will match yours, and some will not. This is normal because each of us is a different diamond in the rough.
This evening, the hulking wind tried to force its way into the flat, and raindrops frantically hit the window panes. My mother and my stepfather went to visit friends. I was happy about this because in the evening the film Dracula was going to be on TV, which I wanted to see. Although I am scared of horror films, curiosity usually wins out.
Dear friends, it's a great feeling to share with you this annual event that reminds everyone around the world of love and respect for other human beings. No matter what skin colour we have, where we come from, what profession we do and who we love, we are all equal and we share the same feeling – love.
I read your letters and can see myself from years ago. You describe your fears after moving to another country and the difficulty of finding yourself there.
I know them perfectly well, and I can assure you that it will pass quickly. To keep your spirits up, I will share my memories with you.
Uninvited rain began to dance on the windowsill, and Luna followed every drop with her eyes. I smelled damp earth, trees and grass. On the stage of life, someone seemed to turn off the light. People hid in their houses, and the space was dominated by shades of grey and blue. Everything fell silent except for the continuous streams of drops chasing along the smooth surface of the glass. Like little children playing tag.
Spring woke me up over the weekend. Impatiently peering into my windows, she winked at my cat, Luna, who was staring at the sun, sitting as if hypnotized on the windowsill. When I entered the living room, she looked at me and I saw a timid question in her eyes.
Shall we go?