Life changed when I met de non-fiction section of my favorite bookstore. For years I had read through the imagination of great creatives wondering how come such magical worlds could take life in a brain just as mine. I admired from afar while wondering what makes a great mind.
I´ve always been kind of a loner, so buying a book of the nonfiction genra was the first time in a long time that I started meeting new people of my own world. Those who in the midst of adversity, chaos, pain and walking up the unknown path we call life, shared their stories with strangers like me, who reading through their memoirs started to have hope. Hope knowing even the darkest places could make you bloom and that no two flowers bloom at the exact same time, so no two humans could achieve such thing.
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It was as if I became friends with people of all ages, sizes and backgrounds just by reading their stories. Stories that are real and tangible. I discovered another world, one that had been hiding at plane sight while I was looking for answers in those who would never come to be. Don´t get me wrong, I still love the fiction section but now my time is split between the minds I admire for their creativity and the minds I admire because of their strength and sensibility.
Bye for now till you keep meeting my words.
-Andrea Lucía @meetmywords
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