How this is to be accomplished, I wondered for many years. Just let go.

While your brain repeats the same sentences again and again and your heart cries the same pains.

„Just let go“

I realised now, I can do it by giving the thing to angels, asking them to take it home and take care of it.

Now they say, if it doesn’t come back it is better for you. And every other day I don’t believe that. But just for a second now. My inner self knows, it is true.

Last year, at Fiumicino Airport, a young waiter made a declaration of love to me, totally unexpected.

The end of a very intense week, full of unexpected moments and impressions, filled to the brim with the beauty of Rome. And at the very end of this week, a young man had the courage to say what he felt to a total stranger. A middle-aged woman, nothing special, you would think.

It made me feel like floating above the ground and I wanted to say thank you again.

It reminded me deeply of our obligation to show kindness to other people, maybe more than they would expect us to show. For this is the one thing that really touches us, unexpected attention and kindness. We can’t give enough of it, the world being in turmoil like it is.

It was and still is my pleasure to say, I have dear friends.

Friends that now stayed with me for twenty, thirty years. Friends that where there when my heart couldn’t stand any more. Friends that talked to me when I thought I was lonely because someone would not.

I am happy to have you, I want to say. But I am not doing this too often. The next generation teaches me to be careful and generous with words at the same time. More than once I was astonished how nicely they put their words together to make you feel warm and welcome.

When it was at me to express the same feelings, I had to overcome the feeling it would be wrong to give too much.

Not being wanted. Not wanting to be hurt or rejected? Of course these were the reasons. But when it is the other way around, I always regret people don’t find the courage to do so.