A letter to: ######



This is it, dear one. I can’t keep going on.

I’m sorry I failed, I hope you know I tried. Maybe you’ll never be aware of how hard it was, but I really did my best and last night was the last straw. I can’t keep doing this.

This is going to sound egotistical but I need to say it: I have to live and I can’t do it with you now.

I promise I’m going to live my damnation as best and honest as I can. The truth is, nothing will ever be enough for you, I’ll never be enough at your eyes, and you will also never be enough at mine.

We aren’t compatible, never were, and we’ve known this since the very beginning. We were both stupid to think that something would happen. I had hope, maybe even a little faith on this miracle, but there are things that never change.

I’m looking for something that makes sense for me, you should do it too.

We are better off apart. For me, for you, for everybody.

A letter to: The Dreamer

Dear Dreamer,

How have you been? How are your dreams doing? Are those little, yet substantial, creatures growing and multiplying in your heart and mind? How many of them have already come to the real world since I last talked to you?

Are you excited? Maybe you’ve found a new dream to call yours and now you’re working hard to make it real. The view from your train’s window is idyllic and even though you’re still not in your destination you can see beauty in the journey.

Are you scared? Because of people who try to push you down, because of the world or life itself. Because none of your plans have gone the way you thought it would. The routine finally caught you and you feel tired, empty, sad and used.

Are you lost? After so many achievements or so many losses, you don’t know anymore where you’re heading to. It’s like raining in a big ocean that doesn’t need water anymore. You may have not expressed it into words already, but deep inside, even though it’s hard to admit, you know you’re lost.

Dear dreamer, you can have all self confidence, support and strength of the world, but I have to tell you it’s inevitable: sometimes you will feel really small. You, who have spent so much time with your head up in the clouds will have to face the hard feeling of hitting the ground. However, may I tell you, these aren’t signs of weakness.

As a dreamer, you will learn that closed doors will always appear in order to prepare you to something even better and bigger, life’s a classroom which teaches you how to have really important things inside you such as patience, endurance, stamina and independence. It’s not about how many times you fell down, but how much time you spent in the ground when you were already… ready to get up.

You also need to know that when you conquer a dream by making it come true, it’s time to get a new one. It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be thankful or satisfied with the things and experiences you already own. As a dreamer, I bet you often live on the future, but don’t forget that you own the present and that this present is actually the future you were craving  so much for the other day. You have all the right of being fulfilled with your present life (actually, please, be thankful for all your past conquers), but you can’t forget that dreaming, dreaming big, is one of the things that makes us want to go forward.

Be excited about your life, learn from every day it makes you experience. Dream big (your definition of dreaming big), learn from the journey balance present and future and please enjoy the view.

A letter to: The Artist

To the artist that resides in your heart and soul: first of all, yes, you’re good enough.

Surprised? I admit, I was astonished when I first heard a direct encouragement like this about my art work. It came from another artist, a graduated from another country. It was a brief conversation in which he showed me some tips about his learning process and wished me good luck.

An artist encouraging another artist.

I won’t lie to you: people will seldom understand you and your artistic side, the world won’t always encourage you and, well, it’ll probably underestimate you. So before you decide to run away and hide, let me tell you something:

I believe in you.

I’m saying this because I believe art is one of the only pure things that reside in this world. Whether it’ll be used for bad or good reasons or in a bad or good way, is up to the person who puts its hand on it, it’s up to the artist, it’s up to you. If you decide to use it with good intentions, in a good way, then I may say:

I believe in your art too.

I don’t know if you’re going to use your art during work, parallel projects, hobbies or whatever. Make art. You need it to feel real and alive, don’t you? Go grab a pencil, some clay, a camera, musical instrument, pieces of clothing, whatever you consider art, because what your soul considers as art shouldn’t be classified and put in a drawer.

Go make your art. Encourage, empower another artist.

A letter to: Time

Dear Time,

I’ve always wanted to tell you how much I hated you when you dragged important people away from me, when there was no other explanation rather than time. Wow, you have no idea how much I hated you at those moments.

However, I have to admit how much I’ve learnt from and with you. Not only with the painful parts but also with the warm and unforgettable moments you’ve gifted me through my journey.

Your eternity is so small, yet some of your moments are so long…

Even though, I’m grateful. I’m aware of the responsibility of my words and I want to see what you have to show me.