Illustration by Börkur Sigurbjörnsson
I walked into the storage room and looked over the pile of boxes. I knew that my university diploma was there somewhere — the proof that I had finished my masters degree in geology.
I opened the boxes one after another in search of the right folder. Luck was with me on the third box. I extracted the file and opened it carefully. Though not with enough care to avoid a letter falling on the floor. Putting the folder aside I reached for the yellowish envelope that was not addressed to anyone.
I pulled out a densely written paper and started to read. A smile came over my face as I read my own handwriting, explaining to my family and friends the reasons why I had decided not to finish my masters in geology — why I could not cope anymore.
I had completely forgotten about this letter. A letter that was never sent but allowed myself to calm the turmoil in my head. It helped me take a deep breath and focus on finishing my thesis.