Have you ever heard of monsters? We've been afraid of them since we were little, there are those who couldn't sleep at night because of them, cried and sought shelter in their mother's arms, felt safe in those arms, they were a real bulwark. I was different, I wasn't afraid, on the contrary, I was waiting for them like a child waiting to see Santa Claus, I wanted to give him a face and I wanted to find a meaning in all the voices I heard.
Over time we all discovered that they never existed but that we have the real monsters inside, generated by what our mind refuses to be, fueled by the fear of not being able to react and by the repressed anger that we accumulate day after day.
Each of us, even you who are reading me right now, has thought at least once in their life of fighting them with the intention of killing them forever, unaware of the fact that in doing so they only go to war with themselves. I understood that we have to live with them, know how to listen carefully and accept them as they are, they are our greatest fear but they can be an unexpected force. Unforgettable..right? After all, time.. changes the shape and meaning of things and we poor assholes change with it but not asking ourselves the right questions.
I'll make room for you next to me.
Tonight I'm really strong,
tonight I'm really invincible,
tonight - not - it's - me.
I make room for you next to me, and inside my heart.
What a big space you have,
you take up almost all of it.
I'm happy when I think about it, and I tell everyone a little
because my heart is almost all yours.
The sauce I made,
the red apples I bought are all yours.
The scent of chocolate donut is all yours.
I am a bit all yours.
I make room for you next to me, and tonight no one can beat me,
if in a low voice,
almost in silence
I tell you that you are my love
and you are my love
and you are love
love,
what I feel when I look at you.
One morning you wake up and just at the exact moment that fraction of a second just before setting your foot on the ground you understand what you really want, what are you willing to put up with and what not, what or who are you willing to put aside because the thing is to One way street… And everything that crushed you until the night before, made you sick becomes the past. Important and non-erasable part of your life, but past. Something you don’t want to hear anymore. There is a greater awareness of who we are and what we want. The road ahead will be long and often difficult, but having chosen ourselves for once and not others will make us feel better. People will never stop judging every step you take, without wondering why you are doing it, or for the person you are inside, they can only see what they want to see without really looking at you. You may be the coldest person on this planet, but do you really want to hide behind a mask to look strong? Is it really so important to show yourself for what you are not? Do you really think you are that strong? We all have weaknesses, fears, insecurities, but we are never alone. Someone tried to reach out to you to help you, why didn’t you take it? You think you can handle everything by yourself don’t you? But is not so. Nobody is alone in this world, you have to get help from someone, you can’t carry all the problems on your shoulders, friends, family, a point of reference, it helps not to keep all the load on your shoulders, let someone take a little ‘weight off your shoulders, you will feel lighter. For me, being strong is like an armor that over time, through mistakes and experiences, you learn to fortify. Being strong is also understanding, for example when a situation repeats itself several times, you learn to manage it and not feel bad about it, when people disappoint you several times, you learn to know how to behave should it happen again, without spending too much time cursing you. I do not consider myself a totally strong person, we all have moments when weakness makes us fall .. you are never completely strong, emotions are too strong feelings to make you feel “invincible”. I don’t always feel strong, it also depends on the topic, but I try.
If I think back to how much love I gave to people who didn’t want it, how many disappointments I had, how much sadness and suffering, how much anticipation and anger! now it doesn’t seem true that the end of all this has come. I poured my love into hearts that did not feel, into souls that did not live. I gave myself to people dead inside, to those who did not know what it meant to love, to those who do not yet know what it means to love. I painted love in minds that just wanted not to love. I tried, tried, risked everything about myself, even my sanity, my inner well-being. And all because within me this energy needed to flow out, to be given to others, to expand, to go out and fulfill itself. After so much wandering, the unexpected landing is the best thing. Where you never thought you could find a place of peace and serenity, you arrive right there by chance, discovering that everything that was was only a prelude and to what would come after. After so much torment, so much existential fatigue, after every conflict and inner struggle, now I can say that everything has taken its place within me. That there was a total stop of that wild and dangerous flood that came out of me every time I tried to stop myself. That noisy and chaotic waterfall that poured onto the other, like an explosion of uncontrollable energy, now flows by itself in a different way. The tiger that roared inside the lotus flower has now disappeared and the lotus flower has opened and shines with light never seen before. My Tai Chi master had seen well, but it was I who couldn’t see because the times weren’t right yet. There was all that water that stirred my heart, which deprived me of that vision of myself that I still could not have. Because I was not yet ready for enlightenment. Now I understand that enlightenment can only be found if it is not sought. It comes at a time when you don’t look for it at all and you may feel you can never even get there because you are not the type, because you do not have that way of seeing or feeling. Because you are in the hell of life and you can’t think that anything else can exist. It comes at a time when the last thought of your life is to have that vision and that peace that you have always dreamed of. And only now do I understand why it is so difficult to describe it to others, why it is difficult to find the words that can describe such an inner state. It is a bit like when Buddhists try to explain that suffering does not exist and that it is only a construction of man. If I go to see what has been inside me so far, I find nothing but nothing. But it is that nothing that is stupendous, that is a whole. Because becoming nothing, becoming emptiness is a splendid thing. Nothing has become my past. There is no longer any trace of it inside me. There is no one and no thing. Everything has vanished into the nothingness that I am now. A lotus flower needs only water to grow and water is the only source it needs. Everything else no longer exists. The inner light is the only source, the rest is something that never comes. My being is aware of the journey it has made to become the Void, and the acquired well-being is extraordinary. Because my being no longer needs anything. Love, anger, life, sun, food, friendship, internet,… ..all these things seem made of smoke to me. I am like an impalpable fog inside me. No sensation comes to me from the outside but it is my being that flows and that’s enough for me. Before, the world was the fertilizer for my plant. Now my plant grows by itself, has its roots in the sky and the sap comes from the light. It does not need anything else. The void needs nothing else. My heart is still beating, it is alive, yes, but inside my heart there is only infinite light. Inside me there is only one lotus flower that blooms every day.
The smell of wet asphalt takes me back in time … When I was happy. When I was without cracks. When in the evening I was on the balcony relaxing looking at the stars. I’ve always loved that perfume. It tastes of peace. As if everything around the world slowed down. Like when it snows and you watch the flakes fall gently floating. Slowly. Pure peace, serenity. I miss her. I miss the serenity. “I discovered that it is enough for myself, that I can live alone. But I’m not sure it’s a good discovery, a test of wisdom. Loneliness is a luxury that should be enjoyed in small doses and short gulps. Woe to you if you indigestion, instead of being enriched, that is to say reassured, you find yourself impoverished and less wise. Man cannot live for too long alone, that is, drawing only on himself. Man needs others, that is, to think together with others, to act together with others. Dialogue and companionship are water for a soul parched by loneliness. In short, I’m talking about balance. A tree with too much water ends up rotting, but a tree without water ends up dying. “
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 