Peace and mercy of God
It happened to see yourself lose control while you stand, not with your hands to lend a helping hand, but your heart obeys you. Keep silent and let yourself go out of the impasse you entered, like the hair of the dough.
It happens that you give up your I'tikaaf in your own world around you, around your readings, scattered books, and scattered thoughts. You try to be someone else who promotes them in the news and calls them "the good citizen" or "ordinary people".
It happens that the remote control is stuck, jumps from one channel to another like a wild rabbit, and tell yourself to come and see some news, "argument and visit", that's what others do.
The news turns into a crazy color contest dominated by red. "I'll do something else that ordinary people do, they walk around the sea, giraffes and alone, you go alone, you're only accompanied by your shadow," he says. . The first thing that draws you to the painting that has become part of it is the faces of the passing people, their coolness and their smiles that try to deny it.
Ask yourself between you and you, do you see them? The voice from the other side, you do not need to know what he said, it is enough that you have a voice from the other side soaked in this sharpness, to realize that you are not like them, and that your face and if you share with their faces in its features and components, this does not mean that you are them.
You are an indestructible creature, and whatever you try, you will reach that point where you realize that you will never be like them, and that you are a wild flower, not created to be placed in a vase, but to swim among the fields.
You are not a kanish dog, you can trust yourself in the back, you are a huge "ice haski", do not tempt your handsome look from approaching you, because you have blamed him.
You are unique of your kind, and you resemble a sea fairy calling for a stairway and a tangle, so that the sailors fall into their trap and pull their young ones to remain a look forever.
You are the only copy of you, you are the original, you are the distinguishing mark. You are not a frame drawn as you please. You are the most beautiful manifestation of creativity.
You're not like them, so why are you trying to be like them? Why do not you accept the fact that you are different? Why do you forcibly pull yourself into a personality you will never be?
And because you allow them to make you like them? A because the community you live in makes the task of being different, an impossible task and remind you like a madrid?
Why does not the hard figure remain in their equation? Why do you have to change for them? And why should you accept them while they do not accept you?