Today's story is actually about memory. Sometimes you and I maybe remember, and the memories could leave a little bit of the present "missing". The feeling is like we are missing the will to live. The new beginning does not erase or cancel the memory, especially when it is beautiful, and remember, in no way could I diminish the importance of this little second.
I like to be clear about what happened before, the root, the antecedent, yesterday, and it is that although I do not have a good memory (who knows me knows it), I can live the memory greatly, like another experience. The sensations, smells, and everything that has to do with love. I can remember the skin, remember the gesture, remember the urge to cry from so much laughter.
If memory makes you feel bad and down every time, perhaps there would be no reason to allow the good things that have not yet been done. For example, to be honest in a society that is not, to be fond of the team that never wins, to lend money to your poor friend in bankruptcy, see for the undernourished, If the one who suffers is another! Why? Why the human love and why we still loving human being who is dying or the arrogant neighbor who lives criticizing it? Could you be honest in a dishonest world?
Remembering this is an imperfect world and life. In the apparent "evil", there was also the good. Perhaps the memory is not ideal and neat, but some part of the story could add frankness and value to the person.
The place we live in is not broken, or at least not completely. I have seen the broken, I have felt the broken heart (several tragic situations occur to me to mention, it will not be this time), and the good has consoled me. Remembering the good gives hope to live it again, and even in a bad moment, in the worst past, there was good, someone, a hand, a shoulder, a flower, something. If you think about it, surely in every bad situation, something extraordinary happened, something good.
If it is about people, there are those, the persistent, the brave, the generous, and there are those, the rapturous, the tender, the patient. I stop caring about fools, cowards, or cruel, ungrateful and hardship, when I remember that love exists and that no matter how long life is going to last for me, I have already seen the good in the eyes, it has dried my cheeks, I have eaten with my friends, I have forgiven and I have felt the pity, the heat, and after the pain, I have still wanted to live.
It's not always good, but good comes, it comes in disguise, it comes as a surprise, it comes on tiptoe while the lights are off. It is there when time is given to what is important, to what is essential. Giving time to what is important gives peace. Time to time always shows me that it works and that only infinite patience gives immediate results. Either way, for better or for worse, there are always justifications for one's actions. Time heals everything, I sign it, and after it, good is remembered.
(For that reason, now I am taking videos to fight against oblivion)