Souvenirs d'un autre monde

“And I want to be happy. Like, seventy to eighty percent of the time. I want to be actively, thoughtfully happy.”

“I owe myself the biggest apology for putting up with what I didn’t deserve.”

“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”

I have always wondered whether everyone’s interior life is as exhaustingly complicated as mine, if everyone is placed, like a white mouse, in the middle of their labyrinthine mind, through which they have to find a path, just one, the true one, while all the others lead to traps with no escape.