I sometimes write down my feelings in the form of poetry, a few lines that depict an emotion. I would like to start this feature in which I write a piece, or I report an already written piece and give some background to it. Let me know if you like the idea!

I tiptoe through life quietly and silently instead of crushing it because I feel too inadequate, too common to live it for real.

For many years, I felt like I was not enough; I was just average, and I thought that average was worse than doing wrong in life. At least I would be doing something, I was thinking. Like Dante says, before the gate of Hell, there is a little area of those who did neither good nor bad and keep doing nothing even in the afterlife. I felt like that, useless. Because of this, I thought I did not deserve to live fully.

I am glad that I now learnt my value and that I have to be enough for myself, and I do mot have to prove anything to anyone.