❄ Dear Santa ❄

Dear Mister Santa,

This year has been a blast. And I’m not telling you this just because it’s over, for I am much more opened to the idea that life is lived in moments, and not days or years.

Although this is a cliche, although this is something so common it’s not even remembered most of the times, although this is one of the basic rules, I AM THANKFUL.

For everything. Even for the messiness. Yes, that actually did the best part in completely devastating me, but then assured to reattach me to sanity in the cleanest, most mindful, changing-ful way possible. I have finally found most of myself.  That’s because I’ve listened.  And let me just tell you, listening is, by far, the hardest part.

Now, Santa, don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to make this about myself. I’m reaching to you only to tell you my latest worry, my constant worry that I am going to slowly forget how to showcase my thankfulness. Wait, that was waaay too brief. I’m constantly worried that my “thanks” isn’t enough, I’m constantly worried that my karma’s gonna turn against me, I’m constantly worried that I don’t give enough, I’m not good enough. Am I good enough…?

My wishlist is pretty damn simple this year, Santa, ’cause I know how hard it is to please everyone with the solution of their problems. In fact, I don’t know. I don’t actually know how people realize, sooner or later, that time is the biggest problem of them all, but essentially, the most breath-taking beautiful one. So, please, this year, just give me more to be thankful for. More.

Anyways,  I’ve decided that it’s just not the case to write just another long, voluminous list of the things and people I am thankful for. ‘Cause I am just thankful for everybody, for everything. 

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Draga Mosule,

Anul asta a fost unul magic. Si nu-ti spun asta doar pentru ca-i consumat, pentru ca, acum, sunt mult mai deschisa la ideea ca viata se traieste in momente, si nu zile si ani.

Chiar daca-i un cliseu, chiar daca-i asa comun incat nici nu ne aducem aminte de multe ori, chiar daca-i una dintre cele mai standard reguli,  SUNT RECUNOSCATOARE.

Pentru tot. Pana si pentru momentele grele. Da, sunt cele care si-au facut treaba cel mai bine, devastandu-ma complet, dar asigurandu-se ca ma aduc inapoi in apele mele in cel mai curat, constient si schimbar mod posibil. In sfarsit m-am gasit (sau cel putin o parte din mine). Si asta pentru ca m-am ascultat. Iar ascultatul este cea mai grea parte.

Acum, Mosule, nu ma intelege gresit. Nu vreau sa fac asta despre mine. Iti scriu doar pentru ca vreau sa-ti recunosc ultima mea ingrijorare, de fapt, ingrijorarea mea constanta ca in curand voi uita cum sa-mi manifest recunostinta. Stai, am explicat prea pe scurt. Sunt constant ingrijorata ca periculoasa karma se va intoarce impotriva mea, sunt constant ingrijorata ca nu dau destul, ca nu sunt destul. Sunt oare destul?

Lista mea de dorinte anul acesta, Mosule, e una un pic cam simpla, pentru ca stiu cat de greu e sa-i multumesti pe toti cu rezolvarea problemelor lor. De fapt, nu stiu. Nu stiu, si probabil nu voi sti niciodata, cum oamenii realizeaza, mai devreme sau mai tarziu, ca timpul e cea mai mare problema dintre toate, dar in esenta, cea mai spectaculoasa, frumoasa problema. Deci, te rog, anul acesta, doar adu-mi mai mult pentru care sa fiu recunoscatoare. Mai mult.

In final, am decis ca pur si simplu nu-i cazul sa-ti scriu o lista lunga si voluminoasa cu toti oamenii, toate lucrurile pentru care am fost recunoscatoare anul asta. Pentru ca SUNT recunoscatoare pentru tot si toata lumea.

Cu sinceritate,


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