Uncomfortable, just uncomfortable!
There is an discomfort that tries to be loved, there is an discomfort that asks for attention, there is an discomfort that tells a story that is wrong in his opinion.
There is an discomfort that feels discarded, silenced, ignored or forgotten.
There is an discomfort that feels lonely and that somehow, asks for attention.
Love is needed, always.
Behind what we consider uninteresting you can discover a world, as well as, in the same way, what seems beautiful to us could be the opposite.
Today I see myself and feel myself with my shades of light: be clear and dark.
Writing about my discomfort helps me to understand that there is a need for love and that this love must be directed by us to ourselves, all the more so when we do not perceive it on the outside.
Love ourselves in a moment of discomfort, while we are sick, this is the difficult exercise.
Find calm while around you hear only shouts, while panic tries to take over.
Evil acts in the absence of love: love makes us feel good, the absence of love creates us suffering.
Love hurts when it breaks, leaves us, not when it is created.
If love hurts us, it may not be love. I love myself, even with my discomfort.
My discomfort needs care and love because no one likes to feel ignored, rebuked or rejected.
This is this moment, the next moment we will see what new things will bring.
I listen and I welcome myself in my discomfort and try to be a source of love for myself without expecting anything from the outside (who already has his to look after) ❤️.
