“Close up of Diana, a young woman with a pensive yet dramatic gaze, dreamlike artistic style and melancholic atmosphere.”
Saludos a todos los miembros de la comunidad de EmpowerTalent. Hoy me sumo nuevamente a la iniciativa que nuestra hermosa 
Había una vez una hermosa chica cuya fuente de regocijo" se encontraba perdida… Diana, que para sus amigos era "la exploradora", pero no precisamente porque le encante viajar por las montañas o por selvas peligrosas, más bien porque tenía una gran habilidad, casi como un don para perderse en su mente, en sus pensamientos y específicamente, para convertir cualquier comentario, el más mínimo, el más casual en una tragicomedia o hasta tragedia, como por ejemplo:
Imaginar cualquier mensaje de texto que podemos recibir, pero que se queda sin responder, bueno, ella lo imaginaba como como un gran desaire, con un acto profundo de desprecio, tanto es así, que sus amigos le decían que era una artista del drama (así le decían en broma), sin embargo, ella sabía que eso no era divertido, sentirse de esa forma como ella se sentía, atrapada en todas esas historias interminables...
“Diana, a young woman with a pensive look, standing at the edge of a dark and high labyrinth, with entrances adorned with imaginary catastrophe scenes, dense fog, dreamlike artistic style and melancholic atmosphere.”
Y fue así, como una mañana, mientras ella caminaba por un bosque cercano a su casa (para intentar despejar su mente), se encontró con un libro un poco desgastado, pero de tapa dura y de color rojizo que justamente, más bien, casi en el centro, dejaba ver un marcapáginas que relucía, que brillaba e igualmente tenía una frase incrustada en él que decía:
“Tu camino al arcoíris”. Algo que le dejó muy confundida y con cierta curiosidad, por lo que decidió hacerle caso a su intuición y seguir caminando hacia donde proyectaba la luz el marcapáginas. Porque algo dentro de ella le hacía buscar ese “camino del arcoíris”:
Mientras ella se adentraba por ese camino oscuro y boscoso, pudo llegar a algo que estaba expresado en el libro que sostenía. El libro la dejaba ver "el paso de cada recuerdo". Pero no eran los típicos recuerdos, eran recuerdos que nunca habían pasado, sí, suena muy loco, pero eso eran y Diana sabía que había durado horas, días y hasta semanas sufriendo mentalmente por esos recuerdos.
Y en aquel oscuro lugar, ella se conocía cada esquina y podía predecir todas las veces en las que ella pudo sentir o imaginar como todo lo que ella quería, lo que ya había planeado, salía mal; un comentario sarcástico que nunca le dijeron, una entrevista donde se puso muy nerviosa y se sintió avergonzada, una ruptura que fue simplemente inevitable y hasta el pedazo de torta que se comieron qué tanto estaba esperando…
Todos esos eran recuerdos de “escenarios hipotéticos que nunca pasaron”, pero que le generaban un gran temor (y estoy segura de que hasta aquí vas comprendiendo el gran drama de Diana jaja).
Cuando de repente, una suave voz le replicó en el oído:
“¿por qué estás aquí todavía?”
“Diana's reflection (a young woman with brown hair and a pensive look) in an antique mirror, carrying a heavy backpack "full of rocks" (in a dark and blurred background).”
Provenía de un espejo un poco oculto al final del camino. Era su reflejo, pero un reflejo que acompañaba de un bolso. El cual estaba lleno de lo que se hacía ver como piedras de diferentes tamaños (pero estas solo aparecían en ese espejo). En ellas se podían leer (ya que estaban marcadas con tiza) muchas palabras… “miedos, dudas y expectativas”. Fue allí donde empezó a sentir mucha pesadez en el hombro, pero también empezó a comprender que necesitaba avanzar, necesitaba salir de allí pero también necesitaba dejar esa carga.
La verdad es que ese reflejo estaba allí para ayudarla, muy contrario a lo que ella podía creer (que era para atormentarla). Y mientras ella se observaba en el espejo, podía al mismo tiempo ver cómo su reflejo iba sacando una por una las piedras del bolso, para dejarlas tiradas en el suelo. Mientras esto sucedía, Diana vuelve a sentir cómo el marcapáginas brillaba con más fuerza, como diciendo “continúa”...
Un marcapáginas que, más allá de ser muy brillante y hermoso, le permitía poder ir leyendo poco a poco las instrucciones, o más bien, los pasos que le faltaban para llegar, en ese punto, a “la selva de todo lo que me dijeron”. Y para ella era indiscutiblemente reconocible, que desde la distancia resaltaba muchísimo:
Más espejos, pero esta vez reflejaba una versión o una faceta de Diana que nada tenía que ver con ella, porque los reflejos tenían una actitud que a ella le generaban confusión y angustia.
Y como podían hablar, no había un minuto que no se expresaran ante ella con todo tipo de comentarios inapropiados:
“Cuidado y te equivocas”.
“Tu hermana es mejor que tú”.
“No eres suficiente”.
“Jamás podrás lograrlo”… Y así sucesivamente.
Diana podía sentir como todas esas palabras que salían de los espejos intentaban atraparla. Sintió que su vida corría peligro, sin embargo, también recordó algo, “había dejado sus miedos, sus dudas y esas expectativas bien atrás” (tiradas en el suelo), por lo que decidió contestarles:
“Pues yo sí me considero suficiente y no necesito ser perfecta, la verdad es que puedo decidir y decido ser feliz… estar en paz conmigo”.
Esta “pequeña y sencilla” afirmación, era lo que faltaba para que los espejos se quebraran y se transformaran en flores… flores hermosas, flores que cubrían el piso convirtiéndolo en un nuevo camino, uno para que Diana siguiese hacia su destino:
Pero, ¿cuál era ese destino?
“Vast meadow filled with flickering mirrors reflecting distorted versions of Diana, some mirrors whispering negative words, twilight sky with swirling clouds, impressionistic painterly style with vibrant and contrasting colors.”
Nada más y nada menos que “la cima”, ese espacio de celebración donde los protagonistas de sus propias vidas pueden reclamar un hermoso cofre dorado con su nombre grabado. Y eso fue lo que Diana hizo… al abrirla, pudo descubrir varios “títulos” enrollados. Cada uno de ellos tenía palabras bastante amables, como lo son:
“Eres valiosa”.
“Tu corazón carece de rencor”.
“Lo estás haciendo bien”.
“Eres muy valiente”.
Esa era la primera vez que Diana veía y sentía esas palabras tan positivas fluir dentro de ella, con un poder tan fuerte, que fue capaz de empezar a llenar de luz todo su ser. Y fue en ese preciso instante que apareció “el arcoíris”, uno muy brillante que cubría enormemente el cielo y que era el símbolo distintivo para los que saben soltar los peores escenarios hablarse, muy para los que deciden creer en sí mismos, para los que crean su propia luz.
“Diana a brown hair young girl with a pensive look holding an open golden box on top of a green hill, small scrolls with kind words floating around her, a bright rainbow in the sky, atmosphere of celebration and peace, artistic fairytale style with warm colors.”
Porque realmente, al final, si así lo decidimos, siempre podremos explorar nuevos caminos hacia nuestro arcoíris interior.
XOXO,
English Version
“Close up of Diana, a young woman with a pensive yet dramatic gaze, dreamlike artistic style and melancholic atmosphere.”
Greetings to all the members of the EmpowerTalent community. Today I join again to the initiative that our beautiful
Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl whose “source of joy” was lost... Diana, who to her friends was "the explorer", but not precisely because she loved to travel in the mountains or through dangerous jungles, rather because she had a great ability, almost like a gift to get lost in her mind, in her thoughts and specifically, to turn any comment, the slightest, the most casual into a tragicomedy or even tragedy, as for example:
Imagining any text message that we can receive, but that goes unanswered, well, she imagined it as a great snub, with a deep act of contempt, so much so, that her friends told her she was a drama artist (so they jokingly called her), however, she knew that was not funny, to feel that way as she felt, trapped in all those endless stories...
“Diana, a young woman with a pensive look, standing at the edge of a dark and high labyrinth, with entrances adorned with imaginary catastrophe scenes, dense fog, dreamlike artistic style and melancholic atmosphere.”
And so it was, as one morning, while she was walking through a forest near her house (to try to clear her mind), she came across a book a bit worn, but hardcover and reddish in color that fairly, rather, almost in the middle, let see a bookmark that glittered, that shone and equally had a sentence embedded in it that read:
“Your way to the rainbow”. Something that left her very confused and curious, so she decided to listen to her intuition and continue walking towards where the bookmark was shining. Because something inside her made her look for that “path to the rainbow”:
As she wandered down that dark, wooded path, she was able to come to something that was expressed in the book she was holding. The book let her see “the passing of every memory”. But they weren't typical memories, they were memories that had never happened, yes, it sounds very crazy, but that's what they were and Diana knew she had lasted hours, days and even weeks mentally suffering through those memories.
And in that dark place, she knew every corner and could predict all the times when she could feel or imagine how everything she wanted, what she had already planned, went wrong; a sarcastic comment that was never said to her, an interview where she got really nervous and felt embarrassed, a breakup that was just inevitable and even the piece of cake they ate that she was so looking forward to...
All those were memories of “hypothetical scenarios that never happened”, but that generated a great fear in her (and I'm sure that up to here you are understanding Diana's great drama haha).
When suddenly, a soft voice replied in her ear:
“why are you still here?”
“Diana's reflection (a young woman with brown hair and a pensive look) in an antique mirror, carrying a heavy backpack "full of rocks" (in a dark and blurred background).”
It came from a slightly hidden mirror at the end of the road. It was her reflection, but a reflection that accompanied a bag. It was full of what looked like stones of different sizes (but these only appeared in that mirror). On them she could read (as they were marked with chalk) many words... “fears, doubts and expectations”. It was there where she began to feel a lot of heaviness in his shoulder, but she also began to understand that she needed to move forward, she needed to get out of there but she also needed to leave that burden.
The truth is that that reflection was there to help her, quite contrary to what she may have believed (that it was there to torment her). And as she looked at herself in the mirror, she could at the same time see how her reflection was removing one by one the stones from her bag, to leave them lying on the floor. While this was happening, Diana felt again how the bookmark glowed more brightly, as if to say “continue”...
A bookmark that, beyond being very bright and beautiful, allowed her to be able to read little by little the instructions, or rather, the steps that were missing to get, at that point, to “the jungle of everything they told me”. And for her it was indisputably recognizable, which from a distance stood out a lot:
More mirrors, but this time it reflected a version or a facet of Diana that had nothing to do with her, because the reflections had an attitude that to her generated confusion and distress.
And since they could talk, there wasn't a minute that went by that they didn't express themselves to her with all sorts of inappropriate comments:
“Watch out and you're wrong.”
“Your sister is better than you.”
“You're not good enough.”
“You'll never make it”... And so on and so forth.
Diana could feel all those words coming out of the mirrors trying to trap her. She felt her life was in danger, however, she also remembered something, “she had left her fears, her doubts and those expectations well behind” (lying on the floor), so she decided to answer them:
“Well, I do consider myself enough and I don't need to be perfect, the truth is that I can decide and I decide to be happy... to be at peace with me”.
This “small and simple” statement was all it took for the mirrors to break and turn into flowers... beautiful flowers, flowers that covered the floor and turned it into a new path, one for Diana to follow towards her destiny:
But what was that destination?
“Vast meadow filled with flickering mirrors reflecting distorted versions of Diana, some mirrors whispering negative words, twilight sky with swirling clouds, impressionistic painterly style with vibrant and contrasting colors.”
Nothing more and nothing less than “the top”, that celebratory space where the protagonists of their own lives can claim a beautiful golden chest with their name engraved on it. And that's what Diana did... upon opening it, she was able to discover several rolled up “titles”. Each one had rather kind words on it, such as:
“You are precious.”
“Your heart lacks rancor.”
“You are doing well.”
“You are very brave.”
That was the first time that Diana saw and felt such positive words flowing inside her, with such a strong power, that she was able to start filling her whole being with light. And it was at that very moment that “the rainbow” appeared, a very bright one that covered the sky enormously and that was the distinctive symbol for those who know how to let go of the worst scenarios speak to themselves, very much for those who decide to believe in themselves, for those who create their own light.
“Diana a brown hair young girl with a pensive look holding an open golden box on top of a green hill, small scrolls with kind words floating around her, a bright rainbow in the sky, atmosphere of celebration and peace, artistic fairytale style with warm colors.”
Because really, in the end, if we so choose, we can always explore new paths to our inner rainbow.
XOXO,
@helicreamarket