Misty, Careful Words

It took me a long time to write you this letter.. You know, many things that happen to you,  are meant only for you; only you can interpret them correctly. And each person must in their own way feel and understand what is happening to them.. people are made that way: they readily take on what they hear and see as if it were their own, sometimes overly suggestible, sometimes impressionable, and because of that perception itself shifts into something not its own.. false.
And when you try to share, everyone will still receive your story through the prism of their own sensations and experience
I will tell you my impressions, only, please, do not try to find anything hidden in them. Passing by, just listen to one of the positive accounts of the meeting of two different universes: one very small and one boundlessly large, containing many such small universes.
It all began with love for oneself.
It all began with underestimated feelings towards one’s own existence
It all began with the discovery of the world's multifaceted nature and an inner WHOLENESS
It all began with balance within.
When you suddenly stop taking everything for granted and life becomes far more colourful and juicy, even entertaining. It is like synaesthesia... sounds take on shapes, and the forms of the world sound. Colours smell, and smells emit light. Overwhelming waves of joy mingle with tears and it is not always possible to understand what it is, because you are, here and now, a newborn child, but already with the gift of Seeing. And so to you, clumsily trying to stand, all in tears and snot, they give a large box filled with sets of various tools, and you do not know what to do with them, let alone understand what those tools are for
Euphoria, indignation, joy, grieving.. a whirl of sensations and thoughts.
I beg you, be strong
Only by finding calm within yourself, feeling solid ground beneath your feet,  will you have the strength to go forward in your discoveries
And one more thing.
Opening up to others is hard. To open to yourself and accept something astonishing  freely — for a wounded soul that can prove too heavy a burden. When you are used to living in  the world at low volume, living in muted tones... Someone thinks they "turn the volume up to full" in their life; do you not think that by doing that they in fact make everything around them, and especially their inner voice, quieter? And when that person truly begins to see and to feel, they realise they had been foolishly deaf and blind — this is my personal experience. And for me it was something like a mixture of sensations... The sensation  of the person who from childhood could not distinguish colours and could not hear — and then is given special glasses to see colours and a device to hear.. and the sensation of the person who has committed something very terrible —  and now stands in the final minutes of his life before execution and sincerely repents. How can I, a wanderer, put into words all that the heart and soul undergo in the moment of revelation, in the moment when all this love pours down upon you...
To understand, to accept that all this love is for you, that it was and will be yours freely. And you know... Just try to set foot on this path. Perhaps you will receive your own story, which you will want to keep in your heart and carry through time into your bright future, like a basket of fragrant fruits or pies, reminding you of the cosy  scent of a quiet yet loud love