Some time ago a very precious uncle decided to read the writings of an inexperienced woman, stories that come from a young mind that still does not understand the world of adults, but that still strives to reach everyone with her stories.
And at the end of one of those writings he looked at me and said ...
- The woman in this story is my best friend, Yelina.
- I never met that woman uncle.
-I know.
-And how was it?
- Exactly like that, a wealthy, diligent woman, the best in her class, but despite her economic position, the enormous beauty she possessed, and her excellent academic results; She was never the woman that society required her to be, she sat on the floor to smoke a cigarette, drank alcohol as if it were her last gasp and committed crazy things and went to parties a lot.
- I would very much like to meet you.
- She died in a car accident.
- oh.
- But in this story is its essence, you showed me once again that reality surpasses fiction.
Dedicated to you Yelina, because even though I didn't know you, I know you were who you wanted to be. That no social ties tied up your desire to be free.
And to all those who still hide their essence under layers of equality. You are not less for being more.
Let's learn to be ourselves, and not the false reflection of an empty mirror.
Thanks.
YOU ARE READING
Yelina.
RandomAnd when reality surpasses fiction, more than one piece of writing is not enough to describe the excitement of discovery, development and acceptance as creatures of consciousness, humans say. Translated by Rubí Amador.
