Posts Tagged ‘chronic’

Importance Right

Sunday, February 5th, 2017

The importance that in we give the fact to them of in them annoying when somebody does not satisfy our desires, does not carry through our wills, when it does not leave in them to pass to its front in any situation that if presents, denotes the importance that we give in them and that we judge in them deserving. We think, in fact and of right, to be better of what all those that of us if approach. But, what it makes in to think them that we are the privileged ones, those that had been chosen to shine and to dim the other, that one that has the right to leave to the front all? The magnificent one? Who was that it said in them that we must be the first ones in any place? It said who it was forgotten to say, that if all we judge in them deserving of the first place, will not have who occupies excessively. Or not? Who will occupy second, third, if we are all in the top, the point highest of the importance human being, without abiding in them that an immense gamma of other places exists, that go until the infinite? Why it will be that we endeusamos in them in such a way, we feel in them with the right to obtain everything of good that it has in the world before the other? Why we judge in them in the right to receive the credits for carried through tasks and of which we only participate with faces and mouths, that they denote how much we are bothered with such situation? Competing? But so that to compete if the first place already it places in them in situation privileged? We walk for false ways Let us tie us it the reality assumed for our actions. It bothers to think us that the first place does not belong in them. In the attempt to leave the side justice, we forget that better that to be to the front of everything and all it is to assume the responsibility of being that one that of the optimum one of itself so that everything is made I content it. For itself and the other. Always. Heloisa/2011

One Day I Go To Die

Monday, January 20th, 2014

ITS WORLD the world of a person is the addition of as many things that it is impossible to define, therefore the times and the movements are all dessincronizado and intangible that no matter how hard let us try to understand, intelligence for in such a way lacks. But, I can affirms that it has left of it understands the days of lives, the souvenirs of the past, the heat of the gift and the expectation of the future. The friends, enemies, the loves and the hatred, the listened to and said words, the thoughts and the dreams, pains and joys, the knowledge and the unfamiliarity, intelligence, the ignorance, complement it to everything, but he is not depleted in this. To each day that the life passes, I see my world being constructed and destroyed by me, the disillusionments and joys that comes and go; in high and low movements of, it if form, some times deformed. My world already was small great, infinite and finite, dicotmico and antagonistic, infantile and mature, simple and complex e. My world left already me wild, but it left also me in peace. It already was dolorido, sad, laborious, fearful, as well as was glad, it has led, smiling and happy. He was solitary, with much people in it; solitary, with me only.

In it, it was difficult to find and to release somebody, I had loves and homesicknesses. To leave the past and to follow the future already were difficult, but it was easy also. At some moments, it wanted to leave it in others, to be. But never it wanted the world of another one because my world I am Every day it becomes gift; awaken and the world comes stops of new being constructed and being destroyed. It seems that all dumb o my world, but, although everything, it is fascinating until one day my world definitively will be destroyed.