Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 346 – Some thoughts


I have a beautiful family. A wonderful daughter who never ceases to amaze me and an amazing husband who always reminds me what true love really is. They are my world and my reason to never stop doing the things I love.

We sometimes, if not always, judge the package without caring about the inside. It’s in our human nature to settle for what we see, maybe out of fear or maybe because we would lose control otherwise. Our relationship and family has always been judged, many times trashed or seldomly appreaciated by the people in our lives. We never cared and we will never will and maybe that’s one of our secrets. Sharing too much with the world means exposure and vulnerability, inspiring everyone else by sharing carefully chosen stories is completely different. Three months into our relationship, D told me to never speak the truth about our love, otherwise they will try to steal it and trash it and never stop trying to destroy it. I didn’t believe him at the time and only when the hits and metaphorical punches became too much for me to bare, I listened to his advise.

Not too long ago many friends came to me looking for guidance and I always got involved and suffered their pain, felt their joys. I would never do that for anyone right now or ever again. It took me years to understand that instead of helping I was only doing more damage, not allowing them to fall enough so they would wish for themselves to be free of their suffering again. Sometimes people need to go through their pain alone, they need to be down in order to realize they want to be up again and when they make that choice, when they are not hurting anymore but healing, a friend should be there to witness their rebirth. But not a minute sooner.

I have been a puppeteer for many years and even though I have been called a genius, an amazing friend, a good psychologist, a great listener, even though I have never told anyone what they are suppose to do or not, I have learnt that it is not my place to help anyone who hasn’t truely experienced their pain and reasons. I have learnt that this is how a good friend should act, this is how a compassionate human being should act. And who knows, maybe one day, when I will watch the sunset over the lake in front of my house, I will be grateful that I understood what love and compassion means sooner than…

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Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

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By Ela Vasilescu
Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu