He llegado a percibir que en muchas ocasiones detrás de…“Yo puedo con todo”, lo que existe es un: “nadie me ayuda”, me siento solo, de igual manera cuando se dice un Pa´lante parece el aullido del que desconoce cómo detenerse, no hay mas nada sino continuar, el que ha estado golpeado, pese a ello no se da permiso de descansar y oculta el agotamiento para no ser percibido como débil. Hay otra…”Todo bien” puede ser el maquillaje perfecto que más se usa para embellecer lo que ocurre, nunca si nos sentimos mal lo expresamos, por pudor, por no entristecer a nadie o sencillamente para no decepcionarnos de llegar a ocurrir que a nadie o a muy pocas personas le importe.
“No pasa nada, tranquilo”…significa pasan muchas cosas y me da temor admitirlo. “No seré ni el primero, ni el último” colocándose en una estadística imaginaria e irreal para no sentirse solitario. “Suele pasar” es otra forma de minimizar el dolor a una anécdota cotidiana y común. . “Prefiero no hablar ahora”…cuando en realidad se muere por desahogarse, por soltarlo todo. “Ya pasó, olvídalo” detrás hay: “lo estoy guardando todo y pesa mucho”. Y así transcurre la vida, disfrazados de palabras, entendemos que engañar al mundo puede salvarnos, que no expresarlo nos hace más fuertes.
En realidad lo que más nos abruma quizás no son los dolores, los altibajos, la soledad, lo peor es no expresarlo, seguir aparentando lo que no somos, nunca queremos vernos vulnerables…debemos usar las palabras con su verdad al frente, sin nada escondido…es sano y es más útil a nosotros mismos. Así sea susurrando, con la voz trémula, aunque moleste reconocerlo, digámoslo y digámonoslo…Ser autentico no calma la herida, sin embargo la vuelve humana…más digna…y desde allí volver a empezar, cada día existe la opción de reiniciar.
Human beings are accustomed to not expressing themselves, especially with words; so much so that whoever manages to express themselves well is considered an artist, whether they do it with letters, painting, music, dance... the ordinary thing would be for everyone to be able to express their feelings with words, with orality, an essential element in the life of social and internal environments.
I've come to realize that often behind "I can handle anything," what really lies is "no one helps me," I feel alone. Similarly, when someone says "Onward," it sounds like the howl of someone who doesn't know how to stop; there's nothing left to do but keep going. Someone who's been beaten down, yet doesn't allow themselves to rest, hides their exhaustion so as not to be seen as weak. There's another one: "Everything's fine." This can be the perfect mask, the one most often used to embellish what's happening. We never express our feelings of pain, whether out of shame, to avoid upsetting anyone, or simply to avoid the disappointment of finding that no one, or very few people, care.
“It’s nothing, don’t worry”…means a lot is happening, and I’m afraid to admit it. “I won’t be the first, nor the last,” placing myself in an imaginary, unreal statistic to avoid feeling alone. “It happens” is another way of minimizing the pain to a common, everyday anecdote. “I’d rather not talk about it now”…when in reality, I’m dying to vent, to let it all out. “It’s over, forget it” is really saying: “I’m keeping it all bottled up, and it’s so heavy.” And so life goes on, disguised in words, we understand that deceiving the world can save us, that not expressing it makes us stronger.
What truly overwhelms us isn't necessarily the pain, the ups and downs, the loneliness; the worst part is not expressing it, continuing to pretend to be something we're not. We never want to see ourselves vulnerable… We must use words with their truth laid bare, with nothing hidden… It's healthy and more beneficial to ourselves. Even if it's in a whisper, with a trembling voice, even if it's uncomfortable to admit, let's say it, let's say it to ourselves… Being authentic doesn't heal the wound, but it makes it human… more dignified… and from there, we can begin again. Every day offers the chance to restart.
