Almost every time I write, I do so with the intention that others will consider fighting to the end and that the one chosen as a purpose will not be abandoned without first there being resistance and will, a constant and genuine search to make it personal and dare to go for it.
So much studying and investigating suffering makes me question almost everything, and I don't think whimpering in the corners feeling pity and helplessness, will achieve great things. But instead, I bet on developing sensitivity to how fragile life is.
I recognize that sometimes acceptance is the only way when the situation does not has a remedy when it is out of control. I remember from the peace that it must be overcome stoically with dignity and composure. Still, I also question, And when No? What if there were options?
This morning I was thinking about what could be built by a person who cares about something more than himself when there is an interest in what exceeds his own body, vanity, and cravings. Some grow up feeling that to love is to leave, but at least I don't think being here is such an ungrateful and reckless experience, with excellent qualities in nothing, betting only on economic proposals and meat. We don't know everything and don't love everything, but every kiss should be given with love.
Life is not perfect, and it will never become so; there is injustice and suffering everywhere, in every corner, and every heart. Many times what looks so evil cannot be changed, which will have no remedy and must be accepted to continue ahead.
So I ask myself, faced with so many possibilities, what would someone who cares do? -I would do everything; everything is nothing more than what I can.
He who lacks a treasure, what does he take care of and move it? What does he think about it? What does he keep? Who does not have a treasure has anything in the world? I have it clear that my treasures have been accumulating, but there is not one ruined; Thanks to them, my chances of loving have become so great that sometimes I trade for him with those who don't have anything.
I feel there is a good space waiting for each human being, for all of us, if we keep our eyes wide open. The feeling that a person can take for something or someone is splendid, and it brings them very close to what they want to be and gives them power and greatness.
I constantly find myself repeating phrases that those from whom I have felt protection have taught me, but it is inevitable for me how right they have been!
Regardless of the situation and the conclusions of each one, there is no failure, cry or blow that should have the power to break what keeps us going. Ultimately, the mistakes themselves demand one genuine grant forgiveness, turning away the blame and abandoning what has been rooted a priori as accurate.