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Human interaction: the most complicated form of happiness [Book Excerpt] Behind The Glass with Charlotte Eriksson
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An excerpt from my book Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself.
Pick up a signed copy of my book in my store here, or find it on Amazon ♡
They tell me I have an interesting life. Going places, seeing people,
and I shrug my shoulders as I pour another drink,
sitting lonely on my floor in my empty room, another Sunday, in
another city, like I’ve done so many times for so many years and they
tell me I’m lucky and should be grateful. And yes, I am grateful. I
was grateful walking lonely through a freezing Berlin on Christmas
Eve last year
and I was grateful as I lied about my name and job and age to
everyone I met and meet
and if you seek the papers where I’ve been the last years you will
find nothing. Or at best, or worst, a spread-out girl leaving small traces here and there, covering it up with different states of mind
or jobs
or name
and there was a time they said I would go places.
I would go places, they said, once,
way back when.
And this is what I think of as I’m sitting lonely on the train home
from another night of beautiful people, welcoming me into their
homes with open arms. I played some songs and they hugged me
like I’ve never been hugged before,
by anyone who knows me,
and they told me “thank you” and “I love you”
and hugged me again, like I’ve never been hugged
by anyone who knows me,
and they were grateful. For me. And so was I. For them.
Human interaction: the most complicated form of happiness I will
never figure out.
An excerpt from my book Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself.
Pick up a signed copy of my book in my store here, or find it on Amazon ♡
They tell me I have an interesting life. Going places, seeing people,
and I shrug my shoulders as I pour another drink,
sitting lonely on my floor in my empty room, another Sunday, in
another city, like I’ve done so many times for so many years and they
tell me I’m lucky and should be grateful. And yes, I am grateful. I
was grateful walking lonely through a freezing Berlin on Christmas
Eve last year
and I was grateful as I lied about my name and job and age to
everyone I met and meet
and if you seek the papers where I’ve been the last years you will
find nothing. Or at best, or worst, a spread-out girl leaving small traces here and there, covering it up with different states of mind
or jobs
or name
and there was a time they said I would go places.
I would go places, they said, once,
way back when.
And this is what I think of as I’m sitting lonely on the train home
from another night of beautiful people, welcoming me into their
homes with open arms. I played some songs and they hugged me
like I’ve never been hugged before,
by anyone who knows me,
and they told me “thank you” and “I love you”
and hugged me again, like I’ve never been hugged
by anyone who knows me,
and they were grateful. For me. And so was I. For them.
Human interaction: the most complicated form of happiness I will
never figure out.
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