Easter 2020

Hello you.

Happy Easter to all of my readers out in the world, I hope you are having a nice day and that you feel loved today and always.

I was watching this MasterClass with Joyce Carol Oater, an amazing professor at Princeton University and writer herself. She has mentioned that everyone has a story and that made me actually stop everything that I was doing to write.

I have started the habit to put some zen background songs from YouTube and simply just begin to type what comes to mind.

Joyce also mentioned that the worse thing for a writer is for the same to be interrupted. I took that literally. I live in my own apartment, by myself, and there's nobody here to stop me from writing or for feeling creative.

There are a couple of things though, for starters it's 4.50 am. I tend to get creative in the middle of the night usually. The second thing is that I have a neighbor who somehow doesn't seem to have a good time during the late time of the dark night.

I have moved to my new apartment about a month ago. One of my firsts nights I just woke up hearing this person screaming to another person, around five in the morning. He was yealing, upset, angry and sounded like he was verbally abusing someone else.

I remember that I had the impression that he was actually inside my apartment and I almost had a heart attack at first. It felt so real and so close.

Work the next morning was going to be early so I just went back to bed and did not think too much about it at that stage. We all have our moments, our tough days and nobody is perfect. In my head, he was someone who had one too many that night and was being dramatic. I did not hear anything breaking or anybody getting hurt so...

It happened again a couple more times and then I started to try to understand what was making this man so upset and what is he saying, to who? Maybe I could help? Maybe he is being abused? Maybe he is abusing someone else? I had so many questions.

One afternoon out of nowhere I heard that voice which I only hear at night when I am up late writing. The voice was coming from the other side of the building and I couldn't help but try to identify the person that matched the voice. So I looked out my front door window where I land eyes on the communication that was happening on the first floor. I am on the second floor so I could keep myself hidden behind the blinds.

The first thing that I noticed was that I was only hearing one voice. Sometimes at night when I hear it I can tell that someone else is trying to reply somehow.

Then I hear someone slamming a door and yelling some more. I kept myself focus and calm. I see then this old man, walking down the stairs slowly. He could not even make it fast if he wanted to. He looked tired, angry, disappointed. He kept talking and some other times screaming to himself on the ground floor looking at the flowers in the garden.

Right at that minute, I realised how much we have no idea about other people are struggling with.

The reason why I say this is because at least myself, I can sometimes be a drama queen and not take into consideration that are people out there living a very challenging life. Who am I to say that I deserve more? Who am I to say that I deserve better?

Reflect.

xMDarling

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