THE UNTITLED BLOG

Writing is its own reward. I write when I feel down, up and if I could even upside down. Freedom and a feeling of detachment makes writing the perfect runaway where I can let my ideas loose and enjoy.

Let's go

Everything looks dark and gloomy. Your confidence is down on the floor. You don't even know if you will be successful or just a failure. This made you doupt your own self. But then no! Errors make us learn. Learn about what you did wrong and get up from our ashes and start something new.

What now?

I didn't want her closer, I wanted her to go. But then again something happened that made me change my mind. Like if I discovered something new about myself with this person everytime. Every bit of my bein was being shaped again. Like a new born I was able to experience everything for the first time. I could see clearly through her eyes. I had this feeling of trust and support that I never had before.

Most of the people I know are somehow haunted by their past. A part of their reality that is not worth anknowleging. Buried deep down in their souls, it resurges sometimes as tears and memories of a reality that once were. Pain and sorrow make their way to our present. We push harder to oppress those feelings keeping them away of our consciousness. We devote our efforts to pushing down instead of letting out. Trapping, instead of freeing ourselves. Fighting, instead of living with it. Our past is the place of our birth, what makes us who we are; not an enemy that we will fight in order to survive, but a friend we accept in order to be fully alive.

Why am I crying? I can't stop my tears to this song I never heard before. Tears of love flowing like a river. I smile and cry feeling my heart wide open. I Look at myself and that look breaks my heart. I touch my hair and look deep down into those crying red eyes and say to myself. It will be hard to forget. It will be hard to forget. It will be hard to forget… that moment when this song became everything for you.

You're free eventhough you are trapped in this society. You're free. you do what you want to do and nobody has to changes your way. You're a free Human. Act like so.

They were right about what they said about you. You were just a burdain for them. You made them suffer. You made things worse. And you look like a loser trying to be self compassionate. You think they were wrong, that you are right. You did everything right but apparently everything went wrong. Maybe you did mistakes but you just don't want to admit them.

Your life's purpose is way deeper than you realize. Living every day not knowing your true purpose is a waste. A waste of intelligence, abilities and talent. Because you have to believe that there is something out there for you. Something meant to be yours, something that will complement your life. You will become a master of that thing. No matter how hard people will joke on you, no matter what everyone will say, no matter how challenging it might be and even no matter how discouraged you might be… never lose faith in who you are and on what you could achieve.

Deep down I felt safe. I felt confortable. I felt free. I felt passion. I felt like if I was dreaming and I was dreaming. I was in a place where I belonged. Everything I always imagined was there in front of me. I cried. I felt sad. Sad because that place couldn't last. I cried of happiness because I was there for a moment. I felt alive. I felt so moved.

Expecting is a way of suffering. You are left alone with your disappointments. Sadness and a feeling of unacomplishement. Caring too much for details that apparently no one cares of. Insignificant thinking takes place. A mixed wave of feelings surge making you re-thing every moment, every word with clinical scrutiny.

Maybe I was wrong. But what I just did what I though was right even if it wasn't.

The lifejacket