희승 بامبی

— راستش، قبلاً از تنهایی لذت می‌بردم، از اینکه تمامِ وقتم رو داخل اتاقم باشم خوشم میومد و باهاش مشکلی هم نداشتم؛ ولی تازگی‌ها اصلاً علاقه‌ی چندانی به تنها بودن، ندارم.
فقط گاهی اوقات فیلم نگاه می‌‌کنم، آهنگ برای گوش دادن پیدا می‌کنم، و تلاش می‌کنم که با دوست هام ارتباط برقرار کنم.
همچین مواقعی هستن، که احساس می‌کنم ”من آدمی‌ام که نیاز داره مردم رو ببینه و باهاشون ارتباط برقرار کنه” و همش به این موضوع فکر می‌کنم که چقدر بیشتر از قبل نیاز دارم که با دوست هام باشم و وقت بگذرونم.

— وقتی از بالغ بودن صحبت می‌کنم، منظورم صرفاً این نیست که می‌خوام یک بزرگسالِ واقعی باشم؛ درواقع می‌خوام از مسئولیت ها آزاد باشم، می‌خوام یکم هم که شده، بیشتر نسبت به اتفاقاتِ اطرافِ خودم مطمئن باشم، تا انقدر هر روز فکر نکنم که یک مشکلی برای من وجود داره، که باید باهاش دست و پنجه نرم کنم، یا حتی نمی‌خوام توی روابطم با دیگران، فشاری رو حس کنم.
می‌خوام اعتماد بنفس این رو داشته باشم که افکارم رو بیان کنم، بگم از چه چیزهایی حمایت می‌کنم، از تصویری که می‌خوام از خودم به جا بذارم گرفته، تا موسیقی‌ای که می‌خوام بسازم.

I don't know if this letter will ever find you.
Maybe it was never meant to.
Maybe some words are born only to exist between the pages of a notebook, where no one can interrupt them.
Still, I wanted to write to you.
Not because I expect an answer, nor because I believe people like us are destined to meet.
But because there are certain souls that unknowingly become a quiet place for strangers.
You have been one of those places.
There are days when the world feels unbearably loud, when every street, every conversation, every passing hour asks me to become someone stronger than I actually am.
On those days, your voice reminds me that softness isn't weakness. That existing quietly is still existing.
It's strange how someone you've never truly known can leave fingerprints on your life.
You will probably never know the nights your music stayed awake with me.
The mornings I survived simply because there was something gentle waiting in my headphones. The versions of myself that disappeared before anyone noticed.
People often think admiration is about perfection.
It isn't, It's about recognizing a light that asks for nothing in return.
I don't admire you because you never make mistakes.
I admire the way you continue anyway, with sincerity, with patience, with a kindness that doesn't feel rehearsed.
The world has a habit of measuring people by numbers, achievements, headlines, and applause.
I hope you remember that somewhere beyond all of that, there are people who are simply grateful that you exist.
Not because you're an idol.
Because you're human.
I don't wish for forever.
I don't wish for impossible coincidences or miraculous encounters.
I only hope that life is gentle with you.
That you find people who love you without asking you to become smaller.
That your laughter always sounds like something you genuinely mean.
And when the days become heavy, because everyone has those days, I hope you remember that your existence has quietly carried more people than you'll ever meet.
Thank you for unknowingly becoming a small constellation in someone else's sky.
Take care of your heart.
The world needs it to keep shining.
With quiet gratitude,