Killing me softly

I am not the kind of people who usually play music ... this morning a song I had shared 3 years ago came out on Facebook as a souvenir and listening to it make me feel those emotions as a teenager I use to feel where there are so many illusions and expectations mixed with fear of that the life that we have ahead of us will be not as wonderful as we dream.

We want everything, but we do not know how to achieve it and we do not know if it will be possible for what seems wonderful to us to come into our lives, which is obviously different from what we live at that moment.

It has been about 40 years since this song became fashionable ... I have not heard it since the last time it appeared on the Facebook wall and yet it fills me with tenderness, joy, and love for that beautiful, intelligent, and full of illusions girl I use to be.

I listened to it very occasionally (when my friends played it… I don't think I ever bought an album in my life) but, without knowing how, it was engraved on my soul!

My life has turned out to be totally different from what I dreamed of at that time… and it has been wonderful.

Now, there is much more to be thankful for and little to dream about ... change the perspective and feel more security and less anxiety.

It is different but not better or worse.

This is just the way life is and it will be a pleasure to gently welcome death when the time is right.