About

They say ‘write what you know’.

This is the void where I create and reshape and write things. This is where I become immortal and meaningless.

What am I? I contain multitudes. I am memories. I am experience. I am flesh and blood. I am a slowly decaying piece of meat hanging off some bones. I am a collection of cells I can’t see which are mostly made of nothing. I am unique. I am very similar to a lot of people, dead and alive and unborn. I  am a copycat. I am an innovator. I am a mover and a thinker. I am a listener and a learner. I am a reader. I am a dancer. I am a teacher. I am a sister, daughter, niece, cousin, granddaughter, friend, acquaintance, stranger. I am a lover, but I can hate too. I am a collector. I am scared. I am brave. I am clever. I am kind. I am a loner. I am a team player. I am not a leader or a talker, but I would like to learn to be. I am a worrier. I am calm. I am angry. I am hurtful. I am a historian and a storyteller and an engineer. I am imaginative and boring. I am honest, and I am a liar. I am a perfectionist. I am tidy. I am organised. I am lazy. I am messy. I am grumpy. I am tired. I am hungry. I am self obsessed. I am good at looking after others. I am funny. I am considerate. I am needy. I am giving. I am greedy. I am compassionate. I am sorry. I am wrong. I am wonderful. I am foolish. I am naive. I am wise. I am hopeful. I am pragmatic. I am a realist and a dreamer. I am going to die one day, but I am going to do something wonderful first. I am good and bad. I am silly. I am all of this and more than this and I am almost nothing at all. Here, now, I am a creator.

It really doesn’t matter how I finish the sentence ‘I am…’ They are all truths at times and lies at times. And no one cares as much as I do. What is important is ‘I am.’ That sentence is complete, and I hope I make it meaningful.

And I hope you get something positive from it. Stay alive while you can, and remember to give energy and time to ensure others do too. It’s always worth it.

Love,

Enrica xxx