Today I feel bored, for several days I had certain plans for today and almost all of them have been cancelled, or they just can't be and I can't help but let myself be carried away by the feeling of "nothing", it's not frustration, it's not disappointment, it's just, nothing... it's like having every reason to cry, and the tears just don't come out, or they're dry, or they don't want to come out.
Sometimes it happens, nothing happens, feeling that there is no progress creates a deep feeling of loneliness, that if it weren't for
, I would have been involved a long time ago. Today I want to vent, I want to lean out of the balcony and scream as loud as I can, although I know that hardly anyone will be able to hear me. The concrete buildings are more like tombs than places where people live or that some even call "homes", buildings with no name and no reason.
I only hope that everything blooms again, and that the rains of May wash my body of everything that was not, or could not. I'm always ready for the breaking waves, but at what cost? I only know that few things can break me, and even fewer things can make me go back or tremble, that is why today I am writing this letter, to be the one to make adversity tremble. The night is coming...
Sometimes I think that everything is a meaningless void, but it is thanks to those people who have given me encouragement that I am still standing, those who with their smile illuminate everything, those who with only the use of their presence, would change the infinite void. from outer space. And it is that although things have become complicated at the economic level in the country, I have always been lucky enough to find sources of income that help me get ahead. I don't believe in universal justice, if you act well it won't always go well for you, and if you act badly it won't always go wrong, sometimes it's just luck, but good deeds must be done even if no one is looking at us, because yes, because it's the right thing to do , and it is that in the end more than a help towards the other, when helping someone else it is ourselves who we end up helping, good actions make us who we are, they make us be the reflection of that image that we have about ourselves , or that image that we wanted to be as adults when we were children, kindness opens our hearts and it is only in that moment that magic or miracles happen.
We all have a moment when we ask ourselves, who are you? As Antoine de Saint-Exupéry said in his book "The Little Prince" (one of my all-time favorites), "you will be a true sage when you learn to judge yourself fairly"; When we ask ourselves the question, what will we answer? we will know how to see what we are, or we will simply succeed in uselessly disguising what makes us be... I suppose that whatever it is, that is also part of the process, because everything is important in our lives, even when we think that we are not worth it in some sense. The name of this theme comes from there, what happens when nothing happens, when we ask ourselves the question and find no answer, as if our life were in an endless lethargy from which it is difficult for us to escape completely, but as always I mean, everything has an end, and after every end, there is always a beginning...
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