Until you get accepted, does not understand anything or rest.
is difficult to understand the human race. We are strange beings, quite absurd, and also bored so determined to keep the "status quo" and years and years pass, lessons and lessons, learning, and learning. From that comes a new being part of a home, all the others who were there before, you are indicating what role they must play in the family. Each one has indeed a role: father, mother, brother, little brother, middle brother ... And each is expected to meet the expectations of the rest, yes, always "their" site.
Sometimes, however, between unexpected events and tastes bitter, it generates such kind of confusion that the system begins to function dislodged and papers, as well defined in principle, are mixed, they are wrong, are distorted from its original place.
Everything seemed to go so well and in a little bit that almost looks like a suddenly seen not logic, the disruption is so seemingly trivial but as inherently clear that actors do not know who they are in the script. And there comes the cataclysm. And not knowing where one ends and where the other begins.
Then, when you realize what is happening, try to be in the trunk of family memories and reposition in place. But what was his place?. And finally, where were you when all this was happening?.
Well, you were not anywhere but it was impossible to know. Among all the fuss, you've gone through the rubble. However, one senses that somewhere it should be. Thus, begins to emerge of awareness. And still the brave struggle to emerge from the wreckage of a storm that has lasted half a lifetime. And he licks his wounds. And under the blood discovers something very beautiful that you want to be reborn from the womb of its mother. The problem is he has no idea how to do that. And going back and forth, trying to find their way. And keep hitting your body and soul because, really, that's all he can do. The only thing I have learned to do very well, finished well.
But one day you see a ray of light seeping through a crack. And move over there in his footsteps, even more anxious to get out of the darkness. The road is long and cumbersome. And you have to learn to walk, talk, to know, to discern out there. In his suitcase, threadbare and colorless, there is nothing that will serve and for travel. However, dragging their old clothes on his old shoes because he has nothing to wear.
Step by step, by the way is finding things that serve to replace the old. Always, yes, at the hands of others who survived the earthquake. Because one is convinced that it is unable to walk alone. Fear seized him as he always did. And he says he is not prepared to release the hand, never will be. And those who hold hands, they are also prisoners of fear, even if one believes it because he always believed that one is less than no-one will confirm who is not prepared. That, therefore, no may separate from the hand. And he threatened: if you loose and do not obey us, forget our help.
And one time, still more afraid because they do not want to be alone. Because if you make a mistake no one will help him out of the error.
However, what you feel inside is what always-from living in the womb-was-that would be born to all that the world was beautiful, I had much to give their peers. And then, of course, know fear.
After many moons and many new, after hundreds of heavy rains and many other skies, a sunny afternoon tells a secret, never loose that hand or know to decide for yourself. Although afraid, but do not know where you go, but now your greatest fear is that whoever gave you the hand does not love you back, release the hand now or you'll never let go.
And so, as driven by higher other hand, one was dropped.
I did what had never done because one was a beggar of love. Because you believed there was only love with conditions.
And one began to walk less and less fear. Because I knew it was wrong. But I also knew you could not go wrong. So everything was fine. Everything was as it should be.
now return to the first line of this story: when you accept that your family does not want to change the role of erratic that he had been assigned. When he accepted that it was absurd to continue trying to prove that one could advance in their way as they could do them or anyone else who will put one realized that they, as one could also mistake by not accepting.
One understood that those who held hands also used for non-detached fear: fear of not being able to remain as never wrong.
And so, one left to be afraid. Forgave those who do not believe in one are not obliged to believe.
and rested.
And later, one realized that sooner or later he would meet "her" family. One that sees one as it is, not what was expected of him or that be. That with which one vibrate in harmony. That to which one can help because they want your help. One in which the talents of some and others are not undermined by the signs of old or clouded by the fear of what will be.
