Do you have a box? A tiny box that conceals hidden secrets? It is filled with old cards, letters, beads of memories and crystals of hope. It contains your childhood, youth, your dreams, secrets. She knew what even she didn’t know you yourself. For example, that you hate hiding dried roses between the pages of books. You kept them in a box, afraid that the petals would scatter, and as soon as you took them out and squeezed too hard, you ended up with a handful of dry dust. And you will never forget the people who once made you happy. Even if you lost them. They left your life by their own will, yours, or the will of someone above, it doesn’t matter. The point is that you haven’t forgotten them. You haven’t forgotten their smile, no matter how brave you are, you haven’t forgotten their voice. The words they uttered fly through your mind with bright flashes. They come to life for you the way you wanted to see them. They seem to be the happiness that once filled your life thanks to them. Turn the box over and scatter everything on the floor. Place it on the shelves, inhale the smell, remember, love, cry, hate, laugh. Do whatever you want, just don’t hide it inside yourself. You are the box, keeping memories, secrets, love, hatred, grievances and dreams. You must leave only the good in yourself. Take out the box that has been with you since childhood and put pain in it. Put tears of grief, a breath of resentment and disappointment in it. Put in it betrayal, cries of despair and torn evenings full of self-flagellation. Now close it. Slam it as loud as you can. Lock it, hide it, throw it away, it doesn’t matter. Just don’t open it again. Never open it, and remember it. Now everything is bad in her. You have your own Pandora's box, and as long as it is closed, nothing will happen. They will not overtake you, the horsemen will not cut off your head, Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother will not see the wolf, the carriage will not turn into a pumpkin, and the evil queen will not poison Snow White. As long as it is closed, nothing is over. It's all just beginning.