I see you around everyday. Sometimes I talk to you a bit. More often I don’t. I am trying to reach you but I don’t really know who you are, what you like or want. You’re quite opaque to me. One day I feel like I got you figured out, the next one you don’t make sense to me.
Your mood is a mistery. When we talked yesterday you seemed totally happy, almost ecstatic about your uncertain future. You look dead today. There is a little light in your eyes, you respond to common conversation, but you’re not really there. You seem unavailable. To me at least. To everyone? When I ask you simple questions, about what you like or what you want to do, you seem confused. You don’t know what you want. Even when the question is pretty simple, like “coffee, tea or chocolate ?”. Every choice seems like a burden to you. An intense intellectual effort. You seem disconnected from your feelings, your goals, your desires.
I wish I could understand you better. I wish you’d let me help you.
Because in the end we’re sharing the same body, and the end of the path is still far enough. We’re in this together.