Dear Stranger,
I’ve always wanted to write
a letter to someone. The old-fashioned kind. I will find scented paper, make a
scratch paper before I write it down, lick the stamp. And mail it. Far far
away. Or maybe put it inside a bottle. Let it be washed to the shores of
Australia, Hawaii, or the Arctic.
I want to build a
connection. A relationship.
We live in the age where
people are always in a hurry. Texts and emails are the thing. You send three
words and that’s it. Everything becomes impersonal. We barely have time for
others doing what we foolishly believe to matter.
You may wonder where this
is going. You may have already stopped reading. The truth is, I’m writing this
for two reasons. The first one is selfish: for myself. I want to talk to
someone who does not know me, and who I do not know. You don’t know my name, my
age, my work, my weight, or how I look like. As I do not know yours. But you
will know my story. I do not want to be judged, but I want to say things with
no walls, no barriers. For once, I don’t want to worry about the consequences.
I just want to write.
Sometimes, our identity:
our looks, our achievements, our origins; they become obstacles for you to be
who you really want to be. Things are expected of you, things that sometimes
you want to fulfill with a passion, but other times you detest with a
vengeance. I want a relationship with none of those expectations. I want
freedom, in other words.
I am not extraordinary. No
rough childhoods, no abuse, no magical powers, no scars, no vampire boyfriend,
no anything. Sometimes I think I do not have enough sorrow or experience to
have what it takes to be a writer. But I want to say that even the most
ordinary people have stories to tell, stories worth listening to (this is my
second reason).
To those who’ve
read The Perks of being a Wallflower, I do realize the technique is
somewhat similar. But I had a professor in Creative Writing once, that told us
that writers absorb the techniques of writers they admire, add a personal
touch, and make it their own. So this is what I am doing.
Before I end, I want to say
thank you for finding the time to read this. I appreciate it, for I am not that
good, but you have managed to finish this with patience and the understanding
that I am just a person who wants to write and be heard.
Your Writer and Friend,
Marga
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