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Only when everything breaks down we can rebuilt freely and up to endless potential.

Here I am two months later, which feel like an eternity. I am not the same. My life is not the same. Every thing exploded and I am growing the most beautiful existence I ever imagined.

My words are shy, and my ideas overflowing.

A field of spring flowers peaking out between the old leaves of last year. A little sprout of green piercing the dry brown leave that had covered it for so many months. Delicate and determined to grow.

The forest, there to remind me. Nothing is built for your own sake, no one there because of you. But all together thrives in abundance and growth. Every cycle again, is led by destruction, decomposing, sprouting, regrowth, flowering, fruits and memories of the past. Nothing stays there, in the past, everything moves on, an endless acceptance for change.

Every decision is my own. It is only me who decides to grow or to regret. And I choose my side long time ago.

Meanwhile I cannot ask or make anyone else choose that path. It has never been hard or sad I have been most afraid of. Being stuck is, not wanting to grow, not willing to take the best decisions, unable to forgive or move on. I’ll take any pain if it makes me move towards the better version of myself.

Discomfort, effort and hardship are just the last layer of snow in April. The last harsh condition that has to melt away if only you kept up your effort one more day.

That’s all it takes. One more step.

The true value of a moment often only shows way later. Only appears once we see the outcome, once we feel the companion of our actions. And once we realize that way to many words spoken are empty.

I am the only one accountable for the realities I build for myself. The great ones and the suffering, there is no one there to blame, not even myself. Learning from the past, being present in the moment and vision the future I deserve.