Let your desperate attempts to lament yourself and show off your scars to the world stop.
You do not have to tell the world how much pain you have. You do not have to open your chest with all the weakness you can.
What interest?! Stop, listen to what is missing your heartbeat, add to the wrinkles of your face at times, to the times of your isolation and your crying every day, or to the lengthening of your back more often, those that are always associated with your steps, as if you search the ground whenever you move from a cache To receive in it the body of an old man of the twentieth, or the heart of a young man with a dress of long and heavy age, more weight than the ability of the structure of the slave to contain.
You have to stop lamenting yourself or begging others to help them, searching for salvation from the weight of your heart, and realizing that the real life begins from within it, so that you stop the tension of its weight and leave it to despair, stop and take care of it.
If you continue to search your soul for the roots of the pain, do not stop trying to squeeze it with your fingertips, you can not take it away strongly, nor can you lift your hands away from it, leaving it to penetrate lightly to suffocate you. Complete.
I promise you that both things will happen quickly and quickly. There is some pain in the beginning or in the end. In all ways of liberation, there is nothing wrong with what the world dictates with a little pain at first.
But if you choose the path of surrender, you will bear the consequences alone, and it is okay then what the world is suffering from some pain concentrated at the end.
Please do not. The concentration of the pain of submission, in the end, is much like the bitterness of a lump concentrated at the end of the throat, but more severe. You will be proud of yourself that you left her or she left you to taste all this bitterness, and will make you bitter to surrender to your pain more sorrow .. Why did not I fight? Why did I have to let myself face all this bitterness ?!
Believe me, the end has almost come before, and I quickly woke up when I realized the last thing that was stuck in the strings of desire, passion, and cohesion, that I still had to be free or suffocated, to take my pain or surrender to its roots. My position between that is more painful than anything. It was my arrival at the end of the road of surrender to despair more for the same pain, and that the wounds only increase the inflammation, and it only worsened.
I realized my strength and saved my very thirsty spirit, my enthusiasm, and my release. We have always created to fight, and we never resist our weakness first.
Either way, decide as I decide, either to throw yourself in the river and give up because your current drives you to the end of your weakness, or be guided by your heart and your choice to the beginning of your liberation, but more self-pity is enough.
