Dear Parliament House,
I was sitting in the buss with my class and pointing out your existence to my teacher. It was a grey day but you were a part of a city I loved, Helsinki. Fast forwarding to me being 15 and spending a day with a childhood friend of mine in the capital. We sat on your stairs. Laughing and taking funny pictures, watching important people pass us by. Life had barely begun for us and we were so hungry to be a part of all of its greatness. Little did I know that in a few years I would be wearing a powersuit and some heels, almost spilling my cup of coffee on those same stairs and getting to use the proper entrance.
I was surrounded by politicians. Great minds, great speakers. There was some tention and nervous energy in the air. Some reporters and cameras running around in the hallway. I was breathing in the moment. All of the strive for making the world a better place had lead my here. If all of us will get that Warhol's 15 minutes of fame, then is this my 15 minutes?
For a few years I stopped believing in the power of change and speech inside your walls. I went out to the streets demanding for some action. Then when action didn't answer our calls and prayers but I started reading Gandhi I started to push my self into the center of change. But work was still done not very far from you honorable Parliament House. You were still watching over every change in society.
Oh how I once felt pain when seeing you! You stared at me with that prideful exterior constantly reminding me of why I decided to leave you and all that you represented. Still seasons change, and with a new season also new people would solve problems and walk your hallways, so why would you still keep calling my name in the middle of my tiredness?
Then came a time when I pretended not to notice you at all. I passed you many times without really even looking your way. You were in the past and I could not look into the past, not there and then. You became nothing more than an important building among others.
Today you said hello to me again. It was a sunny day and I had recently started to feel that fire inside me light up again. You weren't judgemental or critical of my past actions, instead you invited me towards you with a sense of newness. Maybe, my dearest Parliament House, maybe.