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¿Qué mundo?
¿Alguna vez has recibido una noticia, una noticia de esas que te hacen creer que el mundo entero, cielo y tierra, se te van a venir abajo?
Recuerdo que, de pequeños, en mi escuela con frecuencia cantábamos “Dios tiene el mundo entero, en sus manos el tiene el mundo entero”
Este verano, recibí una noticia bastante devastadora. No entrare a detalle sobre la noticia ya que es un tema bastante…
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What world?
Have you ever received shocking news, the type of news that make you think that your entire world will fall apart?
I remember when we were little, we used to frequently sing “He has the whole world, in his hands he has the whole world” in my school.
This summer, I received devastating news. I will not go into detail about what I was told because it is quite personal, but it was definitely a…
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I have too many moments where I say, fuck it, people aren’t worth my time. I sometimes wish there was a way to live where my instincts as a social animal could be drowned out entirely. That I could be 100% self reliant and not need a single person as I traverse through life in this body I call a flesh prison.
The longer I live, observe, and experience… it is amazing to me that people somehow manage to still take chances on others. Over and over again. I think it’s exhausting, more than anything.
I realize the weight of my cynicism and its effect on anyone who dares to know my honest thoughts, which I casually filter (if I do bring any of them to light) so as not to scare anyone off. But it’s hard to not have a generous dose of cynicism when people lie all the time in order to get what they want. After all, part of being a cynic is knowing that people’s behaviours are more often motivated by self interest than good will.
The fight
A war for my heart plays out in my mind, men to your corners, get ready for a fight. Over here we have the cynic, bitter and battle worn; fighting for the way that breaks his heart no more. The challenger steps ups, hopelessly romantic to the core, if fairy tales do exist, this is gonna be a war! The lover draws first blood, ironic it may be, but the heart can’t help want it wants, long as it has a beat. Our cynic gets back up, he’s quick on his feet, can’t ignore the facts when history’s on repeat. The territory is familiar, this has become his ring, victory gets closer with each and every swing. Just when we thought it over, our lover refuses to be beat, he can take a beating but has no stomach for defeat. Round after round our warriors throw down until the officials must call the match. By split decision, the ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ did win, but surely these fighters will meet again…
note to self
I understand we all have gloomy days.
Some of us learn to find our way through the fog by ourselves.
Some of us need guidance.
Some of us simply freeze and like toddlers remain still, expecting someone to pick us up and carry us through it all.
But how can we then find the beauty in that first moment when the sun hits our pale cheeks and we radiate life if we could not push ourselves to persevere through the cold darkness. To fall, pull yourself back up and keep moving forward...that demands COURAGE.
and although as she opened her mouth nothing more than a forced, dry and indistinguishable murmur came out she knew she had something to say, she just didn’t know how
I thought I knew.
I thought.
I knew I was wrong.
"we wear our stories in our bones and hide them under our skin-waiting for the hand of a moment to reach out and touch the core of us. To feel the hand of empathy carry the weight of our bones." -E.V.Rogina. #empathy #everyonehasastory #moments #inspiredliving #gettoknowpeople #youneverknow #lookscanbedeceiving
they made her crave a love so uniquely out of this world, yet so scripted and bound to guidelines it left no room for her to write her own love story. they tainted the beauty of the unpredictability of love
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don't hurt her not because she's weak but because she's strong. she allowed herself to be weak for YOU.
is it too much to ask for? I want to know how you're doing I want to know what made your day good or bad, stressful or relaxing, what worries you, what makes you happy, what makes you cry, what makes you laugh but most of all I want you to be there, not to give me support, not to make me smile. No, I just want you there. is that too much to ask for?
I am done.
The door is open.
I won’t chase you.
I refuse to give you power over my feelings. You have always relied on me being here no matter what and I didn’t mind because I believed I wanted you in my life, but now I realize relationships shouldn’t be forced.
People always drift away from me, or more like I let them go, and I’ve always thought it was my fault, but I refuse to keep fighting for people who are more fixed on fighting against me rather than next to me.
And now, as my bleeding hands let go of the last strands of rope, I am handing you the ax to brake free. I promise I can take it. This wouldn’t be the first time…most likely not the last.
And now my heart is in prison. It has been sentenced to be confined, with no privilege to visits nor any benefits to go out into the sun. It has been locked, for how long? Who knows it is still to be determined. Maybe it’s life sentence or maybe it’s just for a couple of years...
Until it learns to act right.
Until it has noticed its mistakes and has repented for all the wrong it has done.
Until it is no longer hazardous to society...or itself.
Will there ever be a day in which it is set free? I know not, for it is no longer under my jurisdiction. It is not my decision to make anymore. I am powerless as to how to help for I don’t know better.
It has been hanging out with the wrong crowd for way to long and its discernment is corrupt and it is not able to distinguish dangerous situations.
