"VOF Week 2: (at the age of no age I hear the vibration of my voice)

"I can speak..."

Squeezed in an inner debate in silence and observation I wanted to change the world I live in! I didn't have the courage cause what I said was a reason to laugh at. My blood pulsed intensely and faster through the veins. If I don't speak now, I may never get the chance to...

Here came the first inspirational breeze - must do it as long as my pulse is beating and my mouth chooses the nice words.Will anyone hear and understand me? We must build positive impact and innovation. We live our lives in diverse communities and we all come from a specific cultural background.

"What if you cannot hear me?"
Never did I tell my inner fears or shared my inner world because I knew there were bigger concerns to face: poverty, war, handshake, death. Punished for the words I said I chose silence.

The first baby steps in this unknown world and first "MA - Ma" sounds make our parents happy and they always wait to the time when we will speak more.

"I can speak to myself"
At 5 I am big talk, but people say "SHUT UP","Give me a Break! I am busy now!" You get locked in your room and you create an imaginary friend whom you tell that growing up you will have many people as an audience. Then you reflect on issues and ask you friend "if people die- why do they ever get to be born" "If people suffer - Who created this suffering and why GOD exists but never comes out to help when you need?"

At 13 I learn that people can curse and misbehave,because it is cool and all my mates do the same thing. How many times did I repeat rude, dirty words? Did they bring me any good at the time?

At 18 I realize that to speak more than one language,you are able to share your thoughts with some other people over the oceans, over the continents. And how wonderful it is when you can be understood and greeted. You learn, you create something, you share and give to the world.

"I could speak to the world"
At 19 I decide to go to University, study journalism, when my father tells you me to close my eyes and imagine for a while that people are hungry or less educated or have no house. And you realize that you have no other choice but do what your parents tell you to do. "You can become a journalist anytime" my farther said. "Ones you have good writing skills and a story to share and a strong message in it, people will find you and you will achieve your dream". "What an inspiration!" I thought with tears that never showed up on my face.

"I can SPEAK to you! "
Now I am 25,unemployed,woman,jemmying stories and placing them on WORD PULSE. How far do I go?