And when a person like me who believes to be the owner and knower of the absolute truth realizes that it is not so, it has never been so and it will never be so ... I think it can only be due to having recovered some kind of unconscious brain connection that kept me subdued.
No matter how many times I was warned, no matter who was telling me, no matter the ways, no matter the times... it is something that I don't think works like that, something, I don't know what, has to change inside myself to such a level that makes me perceive everything, what is everything, in a different way... I have probably been wrong for half my life, believing and forcing myself to strengthen those beliefs and to follow a path and a kind of intolerant and immovable way of thinking that was only leading me to a well, believing it was heaven.
From the way I write it might seem that I am sad, I am not, in fact I am relatively happy.
Many times throughout my life I have had moments of thinking, of deep reflection, of stopping to analyze... but I believe, that I have almost never or never questioned myself, and that has been my big mistake, never questioning my truth and my beliefs.
I went through life like a runaway bull, with my eyes blindfolded, believing that the right path was a specific one, and I simply ran forward, taking with me anything I could find, no matter what, physical, material or personal, anything, it didn't matter, it only mattered to keep going forward.
These days, I don't know why or why, I have allowed myself to question myself and I have discovered things that have surprised me, very, very, very much?
The problem, the problems, are not in anyone, no one creates them for me, no one gives them to me... I create them myself, I am my own problem. This can be extrapolated to any feeling, be it love, hate, anger... I create all this myself and not my environment.
Realizing, assuming and understanding this new reality is making me see the world in a different way, unthinkable for me only 2 weeks ago...
Well, this can have as many answers as people inhabit the earth...
A circus can be a place to have fun.
A circus can be a place with people who have nothing better to do.
A circus can be a place where clowns gather.
A circus can be a place to learn to laugh.
A circus can be a place where people work who are good for nothing else.
A circus can be a place to spend an unforgettable hour.
A circus can be a piece of crap.
Which one is good, which one is true, which one is right, which one is right?
I have learned that they are all true, everyone has their own truth that may be similar or very different to my reality, but that does not make me a better or worse person, simply, I see a reality and another person sees another reality.
I just had to understand that, apparently simple.
And now, once the unbridled bull has removed the blindfold that led him to run forward without being able to see where he was going, or what he was taking ahead .... the bull, he can see everything around him, that he was running and destroying entire precious fields full of flowers, when there was a road very close so as not to spoil the flowers. Besides there was not only one road, there were 1000 roads... I thought there was only one, I didn't know I was destroying beautiful flowers, I didn't know I was not seeing how beautiful everything around me is, I didn't know anything..... now it's a new world.
馃槝
Espa帽ol
Y es que cuando una persona como yo que cree ser due帽o y conocedor de la verdad absoluta se da cuenta de que no es as铆, nunca ha sido as铆 y nunca va a ser as铆... creo que 煤nicamente puede ser debido a haber recuperado alg煤n tipo de conexi贸n cerebral inconsciente que me manten铆a sometido.
No importaron las veces que me lo advirtieran, ni quien fuera quien me lo dec铆a, ni las formas, ni las veces... es algo que no creo que funcione as铆, algo no se lo que, tiene que cambiar dentro de mi mismo a tal nivel que me haga percibir todo, lo que es todo, de una forma diferente... probablemente lleve media vida equivocado, creyendo y forz谩ndome a fortalecer esas creencias y a seguir un camino y un tipo de forma de pensar intolerante e inamovible que solo me estaba conduciendo a un pozo, creyendo que era el cielo.
Por mi forma de escribir podr铆a parecer que estoy triste, no lo estoy, de hecho estoy relativamente contento.
Muchas veces a lo largo de mi vida he tenido momentos de pensar, de reflexi贸n profunda, de pararme a analizar... pero creo, que casi nunca o nunca me he cuestionado a mi mismo, y ese ha sido mi gran error, no cuestionar nunca mi verdad y mis creencias.
Iba por la vida como un toro desbocado, con los ojos tapados, creyendo que el camino correcto era uno en concreto, y simplemente corr铆a hacia adelante, llev谩ndome por delante cualquier cosa que pillara, sin importarme, f铆sico, material o personal, de todo, no importa, solo importaba seguir hacia adelante.
Estos d铆as, no se a ra铆z de que ni porque, me he permitido cuestionarme a mi mismo y he descubierto cosas que me han sorprendido, mucho pero que mucho mucho...
El problema, los problemas, no est谩n en nadie, nadie me los crea, nadie me los da... los creo yo mismo, yo soy mi propio problema. Esto es extrapolable a cualquier sentimiento, ya sea amor, odio, enfado... yo mismo creo todo eso y no mi entorno.
Darme cuenta, asumir y entender esta nueva realidad est谩 haciendo que vea el mundo de una forma diferente, impensable para mi hace tan solo 2 semanas...
Bueno, esto puede tener tantas respuestas como personas habitan la tierra...
Un circo puede ser un lugar para divertirte.
Un circo puede ser un lugar con gente que no tiene nada mejor que hacer.
Un circo puede ser un lugar donde se reunen payasos.
Un circo puede ser un lugar para aprender a reirte.
Un circo puede ser una lugar donde trabaja gente que no vale para otra cosa.
Un circo puede ser un lugar para pasar 1 hora inolvidable.
Un circo puede ser una porquer铆a.
驴Cual es la buena? 驴Cual es verdad? 驴Quien tiene razon?
He aprendido que todas son verdad, cada uno tiene su propia verdad que puede ser similar o muy diferente a mi realidad, pero no por eso miente, es mejor o peor persona, simplemente, yo veo una realidad y otra persona ve otra realidad.
Solo tenia que entender eso, aparentemente sencillo.
Y ahora, una vez que al toro desbocado se le ha quitado la venda que le llevaba a correr hacia adelante sin poder ver por donde iba, ni que se estaba llevando por delante.... el toro, ya puede ver todo lo que tiene al rededor, que estaba corriendo y arrasando campos enteros preciosos llenos de flores, cuando hab铆a un camino muy cerquita para no estropear las flores. Ademas no solo habia un camino, hab铆a 1000 caminos... yo pensaba que solo hab铆a uno, no sabia que estaba destrozando flores bonitas, no sabia que estaba dejando de ver lo bonito que es todo a mi alrededor, no sabia nada..... ahora es un mundo nuevo.
馃槝
