And darling, it felt like in the awakening of his own history, in which: It seemed never to have belonged; where undoubtedly everything important had ended by not happening. In which each event seemed to be part of a foreign memory. He took the only thing he had for sure at the moment: his story; he placed it in a suitcase, and promised never open to anyone; he was going to get to know about her again. It was well worth a try; he said to himself: To be like something invisible to the inexperienced eye: To all that insensitive love, and perhaps something that ceased to be only worldly ... Now everything seems possible: A loving love, a free path. A life as if it were new. Another game of dream, in a play of charm..
Does not exist. Is not found. It will not appear. It is just one more story that they tell us throughout our lives, one more vulgar lie, a very distorted truth. It is a path of thorns and broken glass that make you look like a green meadow full of flowers and trees, it is undoubtedly a painful path that will not lead you to the right person, never, because it is not in this universe. Perhaps none. It is a flash of dreams and hopes that cruelly turned into a children's story. The correct person does not exist because, nobody is correct or perfect in the eyes of the world.
The wrong person.
I should tell you, will be the one who makes you smile every day with just two seconds, will be the one who makes and undoes your world in a snap of the fingers, will be the one who will kill your dignity and will undoubtedly be the one who will teach you the most lessons.
And one day it may disappear as fast as it came, it may also stay, but the right person will never take you through that green meadow, but through the destructive path of thorns and broken glass, that even if it does not seem beautiful will present itself as such, because with each step, light will be projected making it look less horrendous and more profitable.
There, where you can be.. Where you have the peace of mind to say what you feel without being accused.. There, where you can be.. Where they take care of you and not only smoothing words.. There you stay.. There, where you can be.. Where they check your soul to see what you like and not your cellphone.. There you stay.. There, where you can be.. Where they understand you without you having to explain yourself.. There you stay.. There, where you can be.. Where they do not tell you that you lie just to cover that they are actually lying to you ... There you stay.. There, where you can be.. Where they don't fill you with insecurity and make you want to look forward without bullshit.. There you stay.. There, where you can be.. Where there are no lies that screw everything up, where they do not underestimate you and take you for granted.. There you stay.. There, where you can be.. Where their masochism or feminism do not clash to each other.. There you stay.. And when I say there, I mean a chest, a person, a heart, not a place.. Because it does not matter if it is a square with mate in hand or the most luxurious bar in the world ordering champagne.. When they are the right person.. You are happy anywhere.
Sadness is a unique emotion. full of sensitivity, sublime and artistic, innocent and pristine, which does not undress before anyone, on the contrary, it is channeled to go unnoticed by dressing up, with the colorful attire of melancholy spilled in multiple notes; music; millions of shades; painting; bittersweet words: writing or simply in the sumptuous beauty of the teacher that few want to know: Loneliness.
And it is that people live deceived when they see my image, when I show myself in front of the public. I am a coin spinning in the air. With the two opposite faces. The charm and the soul. The appearance and the truth. Evil and light. Sin and justice. The calm and the storm. Nobody really knows what I think, what I feel. What I'm looking for in this life. Because I don't even know. I just keep looking for the missing pieces. Growing in the ways I find, always seeking to give the best of myself. I do not regret what happened, nor do I worry about the future. Maybe today is when I left. And I am not worried, nor uneasy. I am relaxed, because I always felt that in any way I have already been touching the sky. And if I keep moving forward, I only know that I will go higher and higher. There may even come a day where my feet will rise above the clouds. May the Sun be right behind my head, like a crown. Whatever happens. I did everything really well, and if I think I could have given more, it is because I gave everything I had. And still I saw myself capable of continuing and giving more. And that on the inside only increases my value. It makes me gold even if you don't believe it, and that's why I am a coin spinning in the air. Because I am the luck that once was misfortune. --bhuvvii
Many times people do not understand what it is to really live with us. What it's like to have to pretend to be someone else so as not to face our true self. They won't because they've never been rejected or even ever been alone, it's stupid. They believe that we are trying to victimize ourself and make ourself suffer when they don't know that we just want to cry for being us; for having to highlight our defects, what qualities, when we feel like we screw up all the time, our insecurities and anxiety increase, but nobody understands us. Nobody knows how much pain there is in the soul; how much sadness we have saved, even how many insecurities exist in the depths of our being, we only want love, we only want them to make us feel that we are what someone does not want to lose, it is silly because we do not occupy the approval of someone else, but we all need receive love, at least feel that someone likes who we are, beyond the things we don't like about ourself, I think we don't need someone to remind us of what we see in ourself; but someone who sees what we don't see in ourself.
It seems to me that we are so focused on looking for a happiness that we are not obliged to pursue and we live thinking that being happy we will find the answers, but it is the search for those answers that make us go through a state of dream where living is barely bearable, where excesses are the only ones that keep us to make existence more tolerable. Melancholy is the force that brings us to happiness, it is true. But whoever looks for one without the other will not be able to see art or make art, because we do not know of artists who have found their muse in happiness, but in depression and loneliness. And what is life without art? That is the contradiction, is happiness really the most important thing?
Have you thought that people function like a mirror? We reflect things when they look through us. That's the reason why I can not tell you anything that is not in you. I can lend you my eyes, but you can not see yourself as I see you if you don't agree with what you are. I can not give you security if you don't have it; I can not admire you if you don't admire yourself. I can not believe in you if you don't believe in you. All the love I have for you will never be enough if you did not love yourself before. It is not about reciprocity, but about self-knowledge. The mirrors do not complete you, they only return what you want to see. Therefore, when two come face to face in the correct angle, a small infinity is born between them.
Love and freedom go hand in hand. One thing can not be separated from another. You are free to stay, to love, to say I love you, to fulfill your dreams. You are free to say I don't want to let go, to cry and close the door. Love is about freedom. Freedom is about love. You can not live without one another. And I mean all the aspects of love. When you love someone and you maintain a relationship with that person, it fills your life to see you let yourself be, to see it free, to fly, to fulfill your dreams, to live, to love, to run and to learn. That does not mean you have to let it go so you can experience that. Don't let go to feel free. Because love is an entanglement that produces that touch the sky, fly, feel like this without ties. Nothing nicer than being with someone and seeing them as they are. Support them to achieve their goals, in their failures and lessons. Nothing more beautiful than enjoying the freedom that is felt to be together, the one that only produces love to another without rules, without fear, without hesitation. With the certainty that the door is open, that you don't have to be afraid of being who you are, of dreaming, of having ... Love is freedom, and if it is a prison then you have to ask yourself "is it love? ".
Don't hurry. Savour this moment, present moment, the first yawn, the first coffee of the morning, the last tea of the night. Don't hurry in the morning, n the next month, in the next year. Don't try to solve your whole life today, NO; it's useless. Unless, you don't want to live too long. Don't try to make plans for the future forgetting what you should do today. Don't run, things happen too fast around you, you don't need to catch them all. Don't try to solve your future today. Don't stop living thinking about tomorrow. Take advantage of today. Take advantage of this moment. Don't be in hurry for the future, for finishing the day at work, for finishing dinner, for finishing your favorite series. Concentrate on the now, in the middle of your half, in the center of your gaze. But don't stress, don't be overwhelmed. You're doing it right. it can't be a different way. Just keep calm, don't be in hurry, feel everything around you and love every step of your life. Only then, you will know life a little. Don't think about what happened, what will happen or what will never come. Don't hurry to live long, focus on living well. In loving every moment of your life as if it were the last.
You know that you are in love when without fear of anything, you express your feelings and let the emotions flow, when you do not mind doing crazy things in the name of love, because by loving, you can justify everything. What is love without a little lack of sanity? You already know that it makes your foundations shake, destabilizes your world, breaks your walls and blows hard ...
I wanted to ask “What does fantasy mean to you?” But from thinking about it I asked myself that question, and I came to the conclusion that I always try to find a good side of situations even if situations are an endless disaster, I want to find a solution to everything even if my hope is vague, I am the most stubborn person I ever met and I wondered “What if all this is a fantasy?” Maybe I was living a dream, maybe I was someone's fantasy there outside and I've been struggling to find that someone's place to fulfill their fantasy.
Life in a smile There is nothing more beautiful than feeling of happiness, they say that happiness is personal and being happy with oneself so that everything goes away in the best way, the reflection of happiness is an honest smile, emotions have a bomb of harmony with the body that create any alteration to different feelings. Remembering moments of feelings always comes to my mind advice that is undoubtedly very good, despite how simple it is: "Drink in moderation, play sports in moderation, eat in moderation, argue in moderation, but darling, LOVE, love without control ". Faced with deep feelings you should feel uncontrolled and act without moderation, anatomically moments of happiness have a great hormonal load that feed the body with satisfaction, you just have to find the secret of keeping those moments of emotional satisfaction constant. We should admire children more than people who already have successful and financially stable lives, because in the end the material does not fill enough like a smile or a warm hug, an honest and loyal company; Talking with a child is a clear example that it does not take much to find happiness, even as adults we must give more example that happiness is the most important thing in a person and we must discover the individual secret to know how to transmit it. Let's find more smiles in children. Love has many symptoms and happiness is one of them, it only consists in seeing a sincere smile that embraces us without touching, which generates sweet and light-filled eyes.
The world is more beautiful if you have someone different. I am not referring to taste when a person attracts you but to know that they exist, and it is totally different; I am talking about those who try life on a daily basis, and I don't know how the hell, but it never bores them. They are not in a hurry for anything, which does not mean that they lack ambitions, they only watch and smile and continue walking inattentive to the stones. They even seem to appreciate tripping. Those who close their eyes with the beautiful songs and bite their tongue so as not to forget that they feel, aware of the pain because they are still human. Those who do not mind sitting on a bench to talk about things that are not important, or to listen to you if they do, even though they know deep down that they cannot help you. They're the ones who keep the whole fucking movie silent and aren't afraid to cry until the credits are over. I mean people who don't have that idea of reaching paradise once they are dead, and they build it here, in the only place they have memory of: life. And I like them, damn, I really do.
The only cure for this life is love. Everything will bore you and make you feel bad. Everything in this life ... Love will not only do you good, on the contrary. It will break your bones with ice daggers that are shot at you. Love makes you suffer in a subtle and slow way. Love is like a fresh drop on the forehead, on a hot summer, in a cave where you are comfortable. A drop that makes you feel very good and you forget everything. Over time that repeated drop will become like a hammer and create a wound. There is torture where you are tied up and a drop is persistently dropped on the your head. With love, however, you decide not to move. You let yourself be hurt slowly when it falls on your head. You let yourself be destroyed with a wound but you don't move. You don't want to move, because the drop hurts it's true, but it refreshes you too. Refresh the wound it continues to cause, the wound would burn too much and you don't want to suffer, the drop is doing you terrible pain. Stay in this oblivion. You don't let the wound heal, you don't want to, but it continues to hurt you. Love is the only cure for this life. But it is like chemo therapy for cancer and it will consume you until you stay in pieces but smiling and aching, or the drop stops beating on your head. the later it does, however, the deeper the wound will be. Love is something beautiful and magical but sometimes, like time or life, it makes us melt in a way of its own ...
little by little, word by word, peeling layers of my heart, unraveling ideas, clearing my mind, and i learned, a heart, without armor, a bare heart, is beautiful, pure, vulnerable.
and i learned, closer than we think, there are certain noble souls, beings of light, that teachs us that the true way to protect a heart it is not with armor but with force strength that we have saved, asleep. strength that others and others gives us they make our heart beat so hard that make us forget why do we have it so hidden.
A while ago, a lot of happiness invades my being. I am happy even when I am sad. I feel good even when I am bad. I smile even when I want to cry. It is not for pretending, nor for lying, nor for wanting to be someone that I am not. It is because with you the negatives become positive. When the page has no color, your brushes paint it with the bluest blues, the greenest greens and make the most beautiful landscapes I've ever seen. I am not totally sad, Just when I'm getting to that point, you show up and remind me how good it feels to be. I once said that I could alone against the world, I still believe it, but how good it feels to have someone accompanying me in the fight. You are not fighting my battles, nor am I yours. We just go together, pending when the other needs support, a third hand, an extra smile or a new musical recommendation.
I always believed loneliness was as bad as my parents claimed I was a bad ass that would make me unhappy; those phrases like "they are going to leave you alone" or "you should not walk around the city alone" those were the words that frightened me and filled me with dread but no matter how hard I tried not to be alone I knew that sooner or later loneliness would break in my happiness because I always thought that being alone is feeling sad but when loneliness came I was so amazed with the result. At that precise moment I realized that loneliness was not unhappiness (at least not in my case) and loneliness gave me such great lessons and one of them was "Being independent", when I started spending time alone I realized that we must always be prepared to feel alone, nothing is forever and feeling alone is not a illness, do not fear loneliness. I feel so grateful to spend time with solitude, I am grateful that I have learned to be an independent human being, lonely or not lonely, with friends or without friends, with shitty company or no company at all..
It is not a love letter, it is a letter that is whole, from beginning to end, uncertainty. It must be nice to see me nervous. It must be great to make me uncomfortable. It must be incredible to be answered. That must be a very good feeling. I can't even imagine what it's like for you not to have to worry about not having what to do. After all, I'm always here, right. I don't even know what it feels like to always see yourself with the option to send a message that you know will be well received. Imagine that crazy? Pretending that reciprocity exists based solely on the fact that it is my only condition to stay. I don't even know what makes me write to you, it will never be read, I won't send any. In fact, I do know, I can't decide the strongest feeling, the anger at me or the anger at you. From me for building castles. From you for helping me build the walls and leaving me alone without a roof. You would know it is for you, I know it is, I am easy to understand, I stopped considering myself complicated a while ago, remember? Little boxes don't fit me anymore and you took advantage of that to try to take me to your box without even saying what it was. So far I don't know if I should have accepted it at first ... It was supposed to be a single paragraph, a small thing, that fit on a sheet of notebook. That's what you do to me, it turns into inspiration and causes chaos. just the unpredictable order so it's not like it's all bad ... Now I have a question "what matters?" Uncertainty, Comfort, Craziness, Castle and roof, Little box or Chaos?