Dragi dnevniče! Stigao je srpanj, a s njime i valovi topline, grmljavine i kiše. Nisam pisala od 7. razreda osnovne škole, čovječe, nisam ni mogla pronaći svoj dnevnik sve do nedavno, kada sam konačno bacila sve skripte za maturu. Znaš kako je to, uhvatiš se čišćenja neke pretrpane ladice, na kraju završiš na podu pretrpanom papirima i listaš stare bilježnice i prisjećaš se starih vremena. Tako sam došla do starog dnevnika, zadnji zapis iz 2010. godine. Čitam i ne vjerujem. Ne vjerujem koliko sam loše pisala, ne vjerujem kojim sam se glupostima tada zamarala. „Dragi dnevniče, moja nastavnica iz povijesti me mrzi…“ Ehh, dobra stara vremena. Toliko sam išla u detalje i opisivala jedan običan dan na nastavi. Iako se čini glupo dok čitam, ujedno se i prisjećam lakših vremena, iako se to tada nije činilo tako. Dragi dnevniče, znam da se SADA sve čini teško i nedokučivo, no tako sam, očito, mislila i 2010. Sada znam, sada sam ipak malo mudrija nego što sam bila. Sada vidim taj napredak, posebice u fotografiji i pisanju, sve što trebam je malo hrabrosti, trunku ludosti, talenta i upornosti. Pa stoga, dragi dnevniče. Zadržat ću te još malo, neću te šutnuti natrag na dno ladice. Želim da budeš prisutan i da bude zapisano sve što mi budućnost nosi jer sam ja jako uporna i nadam se da u budućnosti neću baviti pisanjem samo u dnevnik za svoje oči. -Len Dear diary!Dear diary!
July is here and with it came waves of heat, thunder and rain. I haven't written since 7th grade, man, I couldn't even find my journal, until recently, when I finally threw away all my papers for exams. You know how it is, you start cleaning some cluttered drawers and in the end you end up on the floor covered with papers, reading old notebooks and remembering old times. That's how I found my old journal, last entry from 2010. I was reading and could not believe it. I can't believe how bad my writing was, all those stupid things that I once cared about. „Dear diary, my history teacher hates me…“ Ahh, good ol' times. I used to go into details and describe a regular day at school. Even though it seems stupid now while reading it, at the same time I remember easier times, even though at the time it didn't seem like it. Dear diary, I know that NOW everything seems so hard and unreachable, but I obviously thought the same back in 2010. Now I know, now I'm a bit wiser than I used to be. Now I can see that progress, especially in photography and writing, all I need is just a little bit of courage, spark of madness, talent and persistece. So, my dear diary. I'll keep you just a little longer, I won't kick you back at the bottom of some drawer. I want you to be present and I want to have everything that future brings me written, because I'm really persistent and I hope that in the future I won't be only writing in my journal for my eyes only. -Len
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