When I was younger, I used to believe that when someone passed away, they became a star in the sky, and they would be up there and watch over you for the rest of your life.
The first star was Sabrina, my first dog. She was a Schzauzer who my grandma got from a breeder in England. I got to pick her name and picked Sabrina after Sabrina the Teenage Witch, who had a black cat. It made sense to me because I now had a black dog.
The second star was my grandfather, who passed away when I was 9. I don't remember much about my grandfather, just that he was full of stories and had so many ghost stories -- which I loved when I was younger. Every church I go to, I light a candle for him.
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I am in Trieste, Italy, and all I can think about is life.
If is so much life in the world (which there is) why is it that I feel alone? Why do I feel lonely?
I have two friends that I share everything with. In someways, two seems like enough, but in other ways, it doesn't.
Laying all of your thoughts on just one person feels like giving them a rock. It's this rock that is then always with them. And it doesn't even belong to them; because they have their own rocks too. But now they're also responsible for your rock.
That's why having more people to talk to is probably better, because you can just tell them snippets. You're giving them a pebble instead of a rock, and a pebble is a lot easier to handle. You can put it in your pocket and forget about it.
But finding people who want to hear about your problems, even pebble-sized ones, is actually pretty difficult.
- Iona
This post is really sweet. I love the concept of pebbles and rocks and small problems and bigger ones.
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