Every day, a choice

Every day is a new experience, a new learning, something new that happens spontaneously, it happens every day; for some it is just words, for others it is a miracle every day. Situations that make us smile, situations that fill us with faith, situations that somehow we observe them and only look at them from the outside, preventing them from entering our emotional fibers.

We cry yes, it can happen out of joy or it can happen when remembering something that somehow does not affect us, it is simply remembering with compassion a situation that happened with a family member or simply the departure from this earthly world of someone very close to us, as well as the person who gave you life. It seems that every day that passes we feel their absence more and more, even though we know that this person fulfilled their duty as far as their capacity of understanding and their relationship with the world could develop.

We laugh yes, also quite a lot when we remember the words that usually said for example my father, it makes me smile when they come to my mind, just like the ones my mother said, it is great to remember those words or phrases and laugh at the way each one expressed it in their moments of sharing them.

As well as crying and laughing there are also those drops of wisdom, simple examples and great reflections, without so many adornments but with a wonderful depth, when we become older that depth is incredible, as we relate it to our day to day, remember the patience, the silences, the advice that as well as our children let them pass, then grow up and remember so many shared moments. So it happens, it is the moment of each day, that without realizing it we let the gray clouds cloud us, there we have to remember the smile, the uncontainable smile in so many moments.

It is to share, to remember that those who surround us each one has their own light to inspire or not. To be part of groups that at one time we had no idea would happen, to laugh with them, each weekly meeting is a different topic where we laugh and share topics to grow and look at in a different way. Feeling that we belong to others not only to the family, there are those who feel good to meet, make the practice of the meeting and leave that feeling of belonging that perhaps at other times was not taken into account.

Feeling is another way to connect, it is about feeling, not feeling in relation to the external world, it is feeling internally, what my thoughts tell me, my body, what we call intuition, in many moments we have let it pass, now we have to listen to it, there are moments when the gray clouds do not let us.

It is a matter of reminding each one of us that we are such complete beings that every day are experiences, opportunities, learning, even if it sounds trite. I am convinced that it is so. The joy of each day must be maintained as it is customary to keep the vibration high and one of the best ways is to feel happy, even if we find ourselves in situations that for others there is no way out, always remember that faith is the cornerstone of everything.