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in his book “la distanza della luna”, Italo Calvino says at one time, according to Darwin, the Moon was very close to the earth. do you know what happened next? the tides gradually pushed her far away. the tides that the Moon herself causes in the earth’s waters, where the earth slowly loses energy. he says that the moon was closer back then. climbs up on the Moon? of course they did.

today, there is a new moon in capricorn. the moon may not be as close as she used to be, but she is still above us. and i still feel protected and nurtured by her.

they say that the new moons are the ideally divine times to set intentions. so, here i am. and tell me this, how impressive and beautiful it is that the new moon falls into monday, in other words, the Moon day, when the theme of the whole day is intuition. i love it when the universe sets us up for such emotionally tingling coincidences.

in the middle of everything that has been hanging from the corner of a magical propeller that is called my life lately, the only thing i manage to know for sure is that i love words. i have always believed in the power of words and have always tried to combine them together in ways to understand myself, understand others, and understand the universe. i have always tried to build them together to make myself feel the life again, and again, and again. so that perhaps one day, when someone else reads those words, they get to feel it again and again. and we make it immortal. romance can be immortal, love can be immortal, a thought and a feeling can be deeply immortal. that’s why, i have a tattoo right above my right hand, the hand i write with. it says “we write to taste life twice“.

simply put, i want to keep writing. just like i wrote when i was 8. i am incredibly content that i have never abandoned my one true love, which held my hands in the darkest of times and in the prettiest of it all. and my intention is to keep writing. my intention is that one day, my words will be heard and seen and celebrated. and my words will touch a 14 year-old girl’s heart. my words will hug a young woman in her twenties. after all, the joy of writing turns into the joy of reading. after all, the agony of the writer turns into the shelter of agony for the reader. after all, i am meant for this.

i do want a life of my own. i do want a story that is mine and i know i will be proud to call it mine this time. and for every girl who yearns for a different life, i want to prove that the propeller is going towards the right direction. even when it feels like it’s not, it will make you land on the right spot. and for every girl saying “it doesn’t rain in Septembers where i live“, i want to say “you’ll have new Septembers“.

don’t lose your lust for a better life. when i take a step back and look at my life from the outside, i see myself being thrown under earth. and then i grasp all of it. and then i scratch again. because i take my light from the moon. even though she is not as close to us as she used to be. the distance of the moon doesn’t mean she gave up on me. the distance of the moon doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel me.