It's me. Hiding and lying that this is just an image is funny. I included in this story a challenging period of my life when time took me away from myself. It hurts to talk about loss. It's better to write about it. I tried, and I didn't even notice how I grew out of it.
It is impossible to rediscover the beauty of the world without losing something important. The place of the lost remains empty like bottomless ravines. And in trying to fill them, you begin to value life more.

Let our losses be a test for us, but not a torture.