Ojalá que cuando la vida te duela, te topes con un abrazo, unas copas de vino, y esos te quiero que te dan muchas ganas de vivir.
Ojalá.
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Ojalá que cuando la vida te duela, te topes con un abrazo, unas copas de vino, y esos te quiero que te dan muchas ganas de vivir.
Ojalá.
“Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.”
— Mitch Albom, Have a Little Faith
“Healing is a choice. It is not an easy one because it takes work to turn around your habits. But keep making the choice and shifts will happen.”
— Yehuda Berg
“I am not what happened to me. I am who I choose to become.”
— Carl Jung (via minuty)
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
— Robert Frost
“The past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.”
— Rafiki
Deseos de un corazón cansado
Quiero romperme. Romper mi armazón, mi coraza, esa fachada que pongo frente al mundo para verme segura o hasta dura, para mostrar que sé a donde voy cuando no tengo ni idea. ¿A quién quiero engañar?¿Qué sentido tiene?¿Quién entiende esta vida?¿Quien la tiene tan clara como para saber realmente qué mierda hacer con todo esto que somos, con todo lo que nos pasa?
Quiero dejar de buscar certezas, quiero dejar de querer sabermelas todas, llenarme de dudas, de preguntas y simplemente dejarme ir. Quiero dejar de buscar respuestas, quiero perderme, quiero reírme, quiero llorar, gritar, quiero ser sin tantas precauciones, sin tanto miedo, sin pensarlo tanto, quiero vivir. Quiero vivir sin pensar que es demasiado tarde para algunas cosas o demasiado pronto para otras, vivir sin pensar en todo eso que debería ya haber hecho o todo lo otro que aún me falta vivir. Quiero dejar de pensar qué dirán de mi, qué esperan de mi. Que el miedo, las preocupaciones y esta maldita cabeza mía, me dejen vivir.
“De eso se trata, de coincidir con gente que te haga ver cosas que tú no ves. Que te enseñen a mirar con otros ojos.”
— Mario Benedetti
If you take Alaska’s genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. There is something else entirely. There’s a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because energy once created is never destroyed. And if Alaska took her own life… that is the hope I wish I could have given her, to understand that anything in life is survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. So I know she forgives me just as I forgive her. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. We can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. I know so many last words, but I’ll never know hers. I’ll never know her thoughts in those last minutes. We’ll never know if she left us on purpose. But the not knowing will not keep me from caring. Alaska’s last words to me were: “To be continued.” And she was right. I must continue. I choose the labyrinth, even if there is no way out, even if we’re all going, even if everything falls apart.
— Looking for Alaska (2019)
“You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”
— John Green, Looking for Alaska
“We don’t even ask for happiness, just a little less pain.” - Charles Bukowski
“We are all museums of fear.”
— Charles Bukowski
“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
—
Charles Bukowski