My path has not been easy or peaceful. I have tasted many bitternesses along the way: doors closed in my face, smiles full of irony and contempt, slander disguised as jokes. “Don’t persist,” “We have nothing for you,” “Leave your address, we’ll write,” “We don’t have time to waste on every random person”… These and other similar expressions. I have tasted them all.
Like many, I have swallowed my saliva, held back my tears, and cowered.
Like many, I have thought that perhaps it would have been better not to say anything.
Like many, I have sometimes burst into anger, been rude, and been rude to.
Doubt and despair, the feeling of being misunderstood and unlucky have often overwhelmed me. But I have hidden my pain, withdrawn into my shell, and gathered the strength to endure and defend myself.
Hunger, cold, fatigue, suppressed tears have been my inseparable companions on my journey.
Women whom I have always valued above all else have loved me, deceived me, adored me, abandoned me. But before leaving, they gave me illusions of happiness.
Therefore, I do not consider myself a victim, nor a saint. Often I have repaid them the same, because I, like everyone else, am human. I, in turn, have often left them in tears. Not knowing how to appreciate love, I have run after fleeting loves.
I have deceived before I was deceived, thus I have deceived myself... What have I done, that is life, that is love...
But this is not what I want to talk about, and the reason is not, believe me, that I want to hide the dark corners of my life, no. I simply do not want to make you a participant in my emotions and sorrows. A successful person should not give a heartbreaking description of the difficult days he has gone through.
I am very grateful to God for taking me through all those trials, for giving me the opportunity to dream and live that dream.
After all, it is my difficult life and my deceived loves that have made me what I am, and I dare say, let this not seem like self-praise, I like myself.
If I had to live again, I would live it all over again in the same way.
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