EVERYONE IS SPECIAL

Nature is not good or bad, Nature is not bad. I believe that Nature in her being is ALL beautiful and perfect. Every aspect of nature should be well appreciated, every element that constitutes it, whether it is an animated element or not. From the small insect that lives its life by surviving, to the majestic and imposing centenary tree. In the same way, even the little caterpillar walking on branches is already beautiful in itself, and it is beautiful already as it is. Why, both through the media and without, do we teach our children that caterpillars are ugly and useless and necessarily need to become butterflies to have beauty and value and count for something in the animal kingdom? A caterpillar that becomes a butterfly is certainly a noteworthy scientific advance, a development of the animal that in this way accesses new functions and abilities. But this does not mean that before this “transformation” that little animal is something useless and unpleasant to the eye. Each of us in our own way is unique, special, beautiful, precisely because we are all different and we do different things; it is right that we can always improve but we all have a starting point that already implies that we are important, that we count for something in this society.
Each of us has our problems, even those people who seem perfect, always happy and smiling, they too have problems and maybe they are even quite serious. The thing that makes the difference is the way we face our problems, especially the time it takes us to understand that we are strong enough to break down every obstacle, every limit, every brake. Each of us has a different reaction when difficulties and obstacles arise. Each of us deals with them differently. Who gets scared and takes refuge in its borders, giving voice to its limits! Who without fear, grabs his courage and fights. But there are those even when faced with the difficulties of life; he annihilates himself and becomes a difficulty and a component that causes pain, tears and loneliness. But the best thing to do is to go upstream, whatever the difficulties of its impetus, because if you do not face life as it comes and do not try to improve it and make it taste better, life will never be able to prove its worth. best part.
Life is made up of encounters, the important thing is to live them, take risks. Don’t waste opportunities, because they don’t come back. Living, knowing, loving. Time does not go back, it is not returned to us. You have to live. And a bit of madness must not be missing, you must risk it. Maybe you will meet a special person, the one I call the right person. Certain affinities have no logic, in a moment a bridge is created, between two souls and without asking questions we find ourselves walking together the avenue of friendship. But it only happens with special people. Special is the one who takes you by the hand and, although every day you give him a thousand reasons to leave it, every day he squeezes it a little tighter.
She and I met as children, two people when they have the same heart they recognize each other the same broken heart, I mean. I don’t know if certain encounters are destined, I know that without that encounter I wouldn’t be me. Some days he made me laugh when I just wanted to cry, some days he told me that crying is useful because the pain has to come out, that if you keep it inside you drown. Some days it saved my life. Some days we fought a lot, to the point of thinking we hated each other, but we would have done everything for each other even in those days. Some days we hugged each other tightly when we had nothing. Some days we talked about love, about the monsters that don’t let us sleep, about the panic that begins and doesn’t know how to end. Some days we were a song. Some days I have never thanked her enough. She and I met as kids, and we’re growing up together.

THE STONE CIRCLE

Stay inside the stone circle and keep it away. This I have been trying to do all this time. You can’t imagine what force it took to keep him at bay! Only the strongest souls receive his terrible attack to prove that the light has victory over him every time. The first time he came I was so weak and didn’t know anything about myself but I managed to avoid his overwhelming me. It was painful but I stood up to him because I had immense strength inside me. Over time I have always learned to recognize him, but each time I don’t know if I will get the better of him. The closer I get to the goal, the more he puts his wonderful obstacles in front of me. Each time he changes his face and his entire semblance but I recognize his way of doing. From the beginning I knew what it was aimed at and I tried to keep it well hidden in me. I told him: “Not me! Not me, you were wrong! I am cursed. I come from your own kingdom! ” But he’s too smart and he never believed me. It’s true, for a while he left me alone, I managed to divert him from me, I disguised myself as a damned soul and for a while he really drank it. I covered myself with ashes, with pain, with black suffering to convince him that it wasn’t me, I wasn’t the one he needed. But now he is furious, he has discovered the deception and his anger is terrible. He feels he has been made fun of by me, a cunning little girl. How she managed to get rid of him like this I don’t really know. Perhaps only a woman can succeed in deluding even the devil. But now he doesn’t want to let go because he knows what he would give up. And his war on me is merciless. He devises a thousand ways to make me fall and has become good at showing himself under his best clothes to capture my soul. He scratches me, he calls me to him, he leaves marks on my body, he wants to reach me to chain me to him. Sometimes I feel so weak, so tired, it would make me forget everything and disappear and never be found again. But I’m not a coward and I can’t stand him laughing at my vile escape. And so now he has sent his best soldiers to destroy my flesh, my mind and my heart. each of them knows a thousand techniques to bend my will and the torture is worthy of the martyrs of the past. You do not know what war is being fought inside my life, in this life that you believe to be full only of human passion. It is not the love against which I fight, it is not a man that I escape but it is the first Enemy of all mankind. This little girl has no shield, I have no armor, this girl that I am has only a stupid hope of being able to save someone else by paying with her own sacrifice. And if letting his soldiers cut me apart will help your ascension, I will let myself be wiped off the face of the earth. Behold, the ferocious lions are ready to receive my blood, delicious morsel, to save your path. This was my secret, this was what I wanted to tell you. I will not hesitate to be devastated to save your soul. I will not hesitate to be eliminated for your sake and for your love. When I was told that I should have done this to give my light, I did not reply. That Enemy I didn’t know really existed. Now I can tell you that he is here, waiting for my yes. When I told you to link together it was to avoid drinking my cup. But now I’ve brought it to my lips and I’m drinking it to the last drop. I want to give my life to save yours. I will fall but you will remain standing. What can my life of mud be worth if I can save the mission of you, my prophet? I want him to take every last drop of my blood and set it on fire, so you will be safe and I will no longer exist. I trust only in YOU and I trust that you will reach your divine Glory. “Everything is done”.

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