The beginning

It is fine...

... it is the beginning.

Today, in my religion class, I remembered a phrase that is based on the title of this, my first story.

It said something like:

When you arrive at a new place, where nobody knows you and you don't know anybody, you can be whoever you want; you can even be yourself.

Myself?

Yes, yourself.

I explained in the discussion panel that I understood this phrase as the invitation to be the best version of you.

Does that version not exist yet?

I don't think it doesn't exist. I think you have been that version at some point in your life, but it is not enough, you can keep it for longer.

A different country, a different language, a different culture, and I have not applied it yet. It is a process, like everything in life.

It depends on the context. 

The context in which you live exemplifies it.

I think so. 

What changes have you seen?

Self-reliance. 

I like it, what else?

I have chosen to create more

For example...

I write more, what you are reading now is part of it.

Good!

I don't know if that is enough.

It never will be, but I like what you tell me. You know that the examples you are giving me are just some of the ones you have in mind.

I know, the important thing is to start. Like this, my first story.

Excited?

Yes, for writing. I am moved, I am easily moved.

It is fine...

... it is the beginning.