I am a bridge maker

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They say no man is an island. They say we are mirrors to each other. I lost my mirrors at one point. Became

the island. A piece of burnt land, floating in an empty sea without reflection, a world where the darkness

eats away all existence.

I spent days, weeks, months and eventually years in my island.

But there is no life in such an island. So I built a merry go round. A carriage for every emotion, a carriage

for every memory.

I spent countless of hours in this merry go round of my mind, contemplating, being confused, seeking,

getting lost, finding, grasping and getting lost again. Getting lost in the bliss, the joy and the pain and the

sorrow, all the bittersweet moments that accompany love. But too many rounds on a merry go round

makes you nauseous.

So I started to look for mirrors. In each mirror that I found, I started reflecting again. Found my eyes, ears

and voice in their reflections. Learned to breathe, walk and dance again. And so the island became tiny.

They say you have to love yourself to truly love others. But to love, you have to know how to build bridges.

Bridges that are build out of love, mercy and truthfulness. And bridges are tricky. Too much weight makes

them crumble; floods can carry them miles away. But slowly I am learning. Brick by brick they are

becoming sturdier and more flexible. Every time a bridge breaks I learn more. Become faster in building

them.

I am no longer an island. I am a bridge maker.

They say no man is an island. They say we are mirrors to each other. I lost my mirrors at one point. Became

the island. A piece of burnt land, floating in an empty sea without reflection, a world where the darkness

eats away all existence.

I spent days, weeks, months and eventually years in my island.

But there is no life in such an island. So I built a merry go round. A carriage for every emotion, a carriage

for every memory.

I spent countless of hours in this merry go round of my mind, contemplating, being confused, seeking,

getting lost, finding, grasping and getting lost again. Getting lost in the bliss, the joy and the pain and the

sorrow, all the bittersweet moments that accompany love. But too many rounds on a merry go round

makes you nauseous.

So I started to look for mirrors. In each mirror that I found, I started reflecting again. Found my eyes, ears

and voice in their reflections. Learned to breathe, walk and dance again. And so the island became tiny.

They say you have to love yourself to truly love others. But to love, you have to know how to build bridges.

Bridges that are build out of love, mercy and truthfulness. And bridges are tricky. Too much weight makes

them crumble; floods can carry them miles away. But slowly I am learning. Brick by brick they are

becoming sturdier and more flexible. Every time a bridge breaks I learn more. Become faster in building

them.

I am no longer an island. I am a bridge maker.

-Suski

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