manuscript found in accra~

"Time and life have given me plenty of logical explanations for everything, but my soul feeds on mysteries. I need mystery. I need to see the voice of an angry god in a rumble of thunder, even though many of you here might consider that heresy.

I want to fill my life with fantasy again, because an angry god is far stranger, far more frightening and far more interesting than a phenomenon explained by sages.

For the first time, I will smile without feeling guilty, because joy is not a sin.

For the first time, I will avoid anything that makes me suffer, because suffering is not a virtue.

I will not complain about life, saying 'everything's always the same and I can do nothing to change it.' because I am living this day as if it were my first and, while it lasts, I will discover things that I did not even know were there.

Even though I have walked past the same places countless times before and said 'Good morning' to the same people, this day's 'Good morning' will be different. It will not be a mere polite formula, it will be a form of blessing, in the hope that everyone I speak to will understand the importance of being alive, even when tragedy is threatening to engulf us.

I will pay attention to the words of the song the minstrel is singing in the street, even though others are not  listening because their souls are heavy with fear. The music says: 'love rules, but no one knows where it has its throne; in order to know that secret place,  you must first submit to love.'

And I will have the courage to open the door to the sanctuary that leads to my soul.

May I look at myself as if this were the first time I had ever been in contact with my own body and my own soul.

May I be capable of accepting myself as I am: a person who walks and feels and talks like anyone else, but who, despite his faults, is also brave.

May I be amazed by my simplest gestures,  as though I were talking to a stranger; by my most ordinary emotions, as though I were feeling the sand stinging my face when the wind blows in from Baghdad; by the most tender moments, as when I watch my wife sleeping by my side and try to imagine what she is dreaming.

And if I am alone in bed, I will go over to the window, look up at the sky and feel certain that loneliness is a lie, because the universe is there to keep me company.

And then I will have lived each hour of my day as if it were a constant surprise to me, to this 'I', who was not created by my father or my mother or by school, but by everything I have experienced up until now and which I suddenly forgot in order to discover it all anew.

And even if this is to be my last day on earth, I will enjoy it to the full, because I will live it with the innocence of a child, as if I were doing everything for the first time."


Every page speaks my heart out. Every page.