Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta Soul. Mostrar todas las entradas
Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta Soul. Mostrar todas las entradas

domingo, 11 de noviembre de 2018

Partículas de claridad.


Rara vez sonríe la fortuna en dos vidas a la vez, de encontrarse en el momento preciso. 

No es más que un breve destello de luz, quizás blanca o azul, lo que te permite ver todo tan claro. Tanto tiempo en una tormenta oscura, agobiante e incomprensible, basta un segundo para que todo se revele frente a ti, sombras toman forma.

Secretos tan simples que nunca estuvieron realmente ocultos; tesoros tan valiosos que nunca necesitaron ser enterrados. Afecto, atención, aprecio, respeto...

Algunas personas nos llegan a destiempo, así como otras se nos van a destiempo... ambas casos con derecho a etiqueta, la cual sin duda sería esa de Tragedia... ambas se pierden, se nos escapan entre los dedos, fuera de alcance...

Rara vez un relámpago te revela lo que has debido saber, lo que has debido sentir, a tiempo real... más frecuente que no el entendimiento suena más tarde, tarde pero seguro, nunca decepciona.

domingo, 21 de diciembre de 2014

Unpredictable Wounds.

"Don’t allow your temporary wounds to permanently transform you 
into someone you are not."

I was scrolling down my Tweet-Line and I found this tweet. Sometimes you feel someone is just trying to get through you somehow or as this book says "Because who knows? Who knows anything? Who knows who’s pulling the strings? Or what is? Or how? Who knows if destiny is just how you tell yourself the story of your life?"... Yes, sometimes we make up things, sometimes we want to believe everything has a meaning, sometimes we want to make our lives a little bit too magical... And sometimes things just are what they are.

As that's a whole different topic, back to the Tweet... Wounds.

We get wounded frequently, some of us more frequent and deeply than others, some of us end up wounding ourselves and some of us, on top of that, are expert wound inflictors. There's a whole catalog on wounds, their type, their deepness, their cause and, if we are lucky, the way to treat each one of them. 

Our souls and hearts are delicate pieces, and it is impressive that even so they can take really hard blows. The dangerous thing is that even if they take them and survive them, there's a big chance that one of those could be the ONE that'll make that ferocious heart and brave soul really struggle to get up. 

We don't have a way to know which one is going to be, less when we get a few in a row. It gets even more difficult to know what's the right way back; it's like you're not only in a maze, someone took off your eyes then mischievously blindfolded you, spun you around and just then dropped you in the maze... with your hands tighten up. Could sound a bit extreme to some and yet be just a soft description to others.

It's impossible to heal without a scar. So the question is not "Will this leave a scar?", the question is "What will I see and feel every time I touch this scar?" Will it be pain, hate, madness, sadness, disappointment, hopelessness, fear, regret? Or will it be pride, happiness, strength, satisfaction, joy, bravery, dignity, self-respect?

A whole bunch of possibilities that we won't know just how to place right away; healing might take a while, it can become a long process, taking us through a path we never thought we'd walk or run. Healing always depends on the organisms, how healthy, how prepare, how capable to fight back aggression; both physiological and psychological components go hand in hand. Healing comes naturally, no one taught our bodies how to heal, can someone really teach our minds?

We can only wait and hope not to be changed a lot by the process, or at least not in a negative way. We can only try and fight that lead to bad decisions that so often tags along. We can just try to remain in one piece with a new battle scar, with a new life souvenir, with a little reminder that we're still around... We can only try not to change much, not to crumble...