Muchos luchamos con inseguridades, enfermedades e incluso miedos, otros simplemente no pueden caminar por si solos y necesitan un apoyo, un baston, una ayuda.
Es admirable observar personas con parálisis cerebral, trastornos mentales o con algún límite físico, cuando se sobreponer a todo eso y viven con total libertad, felices y llenos de luz. Y eso me hizo notar que la verdadera discapacidad es la carencia de felicidad, cuando alguien está mentalmente programado para que creer que no puede ser feliz, cuando realmente cada día, todos los días, hasta el último día, es la mejor y más maravillosa oportunidad para reír, para compartir, para ser feliz.
Esta foto que les comparto fue tomada el primero de enero, por mi hermana, unos meses antes había vivido una de las circunstancias más terribles, perder a alguien cercano, el duelo es la más cruel de las rupturas y no sabía como lidiar con ello. Ese día me di cuenta mirando el mar, justo después de las 12 de la noche que la vida es como las olas, va y viene, sin importar la hora, el día y los eventos. Pero en cada movimiento del mar, siempre deja en el pasado sus olas pasadas y vuelve a rugir o sonreír con sus olas presentes, confiando que más adelante tendrá olas futuras.
Mi discapacidad era no poder ser feliz en medio del dolor, pero ese día decidí sobreponerme, decidí ser resiliente, decidi qué mi mejor capacidad sería, ser feliz.
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It would be an act of mockery to begin by stating that we really all have a disability, because there are thousands of people who really struggle every day with a physical, mental or emotional limitation, but it is also very true that in general life sometimes makes us Very strong limits, circumstances and processes that lead us to be ever closer to the edge of the abyss.
Many of us struggle with insecurities, illnesses and even fears, others simply cannot walk on their own and need support, a cane, help.
It is admirable to observe people with cerebral palsy, mental disorders or with some physical limit, when they overcome all that and live with total freedom, happy and full of light. And that made me notice that the true disability is the lack of happiness, when someone is mentally programmed to believe that they cannot be happy, when really every day, every day, until the last day, is the best and most wonderful opportunity. to laugh, to share, to be happy.
This photo that I share with you was taken on January 1st, by my sister, a few months before I had experienced one of the most terrible circumstances, losing someone close, grief is the cruelest of breakups and I did not know how to deal with it. That day I realized looking at the sea, just after midnight that life is like waves, it comes and goes, regardless of the time, day and events. But in every movement of the sea, it always leaves its past waves in the past and roars or smiles again with its present waves, trusting that it will have future waves later.
My disability was not being able to be happy in the midst of pain, but that day I decided to overcome it, I decided to be resilient, I decided what my best capacity would be, to be happy.
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