Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 262 – Motherly thoughts

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I always go on and on about children being individuals and not our property. But today isn’t about that, it’s about respect. The new theories about parenting say you should not punish your child in any way, but in the same time they talk about discipline. I must say I am against any kind of punishment, but I do believe in time-outs. Sometimes we need a break from each other, the same...

Day 260 – Statements

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The circle of life is as wonderful as it is terrible. There is no beginning as there is no end. It just goes round and round again. The age differences between some of us sometimes become too obvious, they can either destroy relationships or bring people closer together, or there are those situations in which there is no age difference but a growth one. What am I talking about? I have no idea...

Day 250 – The old man

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There’s an old man living just down my street. I used to see him every single day from my balcony since I moved into this building, at the same time, taking his usual walk, leaning on the arm of a new person each day. There is something special about this old man. He reminds me of something I can’t quite define. He is tall and imposing, walks very slowly and only with help, and he...

Day 248 – No words

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Sometimes, when days feel a bit weirder than usual, when the stars don’t align the way they should, when I am disconnected from the world by mistake, I lose my words. It’s like they run away to another planet and despite me trying to find them, it feels like they are forever gone. What’s even weirder is that they still appear in writing, they just fail to come out of my mind or...

Day 212 – Something…

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After I gave birth to my daughter, while I was looking at her in the first seconds of her life, I felt normal. I’ve never felt normal before, so I inhaled that split second deep into my soul. After a while, after bringing her home the feeling intensified and added a new one: I was proud; not necessarily of myself, it was a feeling I could never describe completely.   Sometimes when I...

Day 191 – What is happiness?

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This clicheic question has been bugging me ever since I am aware of my own existence. Time and happiness have always been my best friends and my worst enemies and the irony of it is that both of them are impossible to define. In the last couple of years my life has changed completely and unfortunately it took as many good turns as it did bad ones. I used to think that a happy person is always...

Day 171 – Naked friendship

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Today was a sad and beautiful day at the same time. I allowed myself a four hour break from everything and anything, including Florence and went to visit one of my other selves. That part was the beautiful side of the day. We’ve spent the hours we had together like only we know how to and the ritual of having bad coffee and smoke like factories, will maybe haunt us until the end of time...

Day 156 – When the wave of desperation hits

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In the three decades that I have spent walking around on this thing we all call Earth, the feeling of desperation hit me more than I would have wanted or expected to. The symptoms are usually the same: something bad happens that leads to another pile of shitty things and eventually you fall into a giant pit. I’ve always pictured the feeling as being on the last step of a ladder and just...

Day 123 – Some voices wandering in my head

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10.30 am. I need a smile today. I need the world to stop and concentrate only on giving me a smile. I don’t want any kind of smile, I need the quiet one that makes you float for a second. 1 pm. I still didn’t get my smile, but the house looks much nicer now and the lunch we had together almost seemed normal, with the pleasant conversation spiced with some pasta salad. Maybe after...

Day 116 – Waiting

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I have never been a patient person. Lately all I have been doing is running around, organizing things, having meetings with people for three different projects and trying to be home as much as possible, so that Ephia wouldn’t forget about me. Now I have reached the stage when it’s out of my hands and out into the big wide world, and all I have to do is wait. Have I mentioned I am not...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu