Today was, or should have been, a feast day but, it is not for all souls and life stories alike!
Sometimes it is just as the opportunity presents itself to get out of one’s routine that we realize a part of us who knocks and makes noise to be heard!
Sometimes melancholy is felt just when others smile and rejoice more!
Is it so hard to be and feel understood with real empathy?
There is a part of us that needs a caress, some pampering and kind words, not built but heard. Sometimes you can find yourself a bit sad, lost and with the feeling of being alone, perhaps in these moments we come in more contact with a part of us that you listen to, inside.
How many times do we really listen?
How many times do we really understand and how many others do we dwell only in superficiality?
We are complex dimensions, deep and it is precisely in the presence of sensitivity that we can find sweetness but also pain.
We ourselves are not always in direct contact with our true self, with our deep part. We often wear masks and armors that somehow we feel are asked "from the outside".
Maybe we’re living an age that we don’t feel, and go explain that at thirty you feel 90 or that at sixty you feel nineteen! It's not easy!
Go explain that you boy have feelings for him boy or that she has feelings for that other girl.
In true affection there is no mathematical calculation of age or convenience. They wouldn't understand it if they didn't want to understand it!
We have different life stories, traumas and difficulties that are not a simple and cold operation of mathematics but another deep and complex dimension made of emotions and feelings!
We judge too often what we do not know with the misconception of knowledge and knowledge. Often while we do it we don’t even realize it and we don’t know how much harm we are doing or about to do.
To judge is not to welcome often is the opposite or to ward off!
Who really knows me?
I’m going to flip the address book but there’s no contact for what I hear or any contact that might and would like to be here now.
A void, a deep pain that however, like every storm, passes and will pass.
Love for ourselves must first come to us: we must listen to ourselves, welcome ourselves and love ourselves avoiding severe and disparaging judgment.
Only you know what it means to travel in your shoes because those around you imagine that you are him or her in yours and you will never be the same if he or she remains him or her, with her story and not with yours!
Love yourself because you are special, because no one more than you, who are suffering, deserves so much love than you do now!
Believe in you because you are beautiful and this must not have been said to you and necessarily come from outside: Listen, welcome and loved without judging you. Others are already so good at judgment, but they know very little about how it feels to be you, with your story, with your feelings, with everything you have lived and with what you live and feel.
I love you!
I'm here and I'll always be there for you!
I'm here, talk to me, I'm listening!
We spend this evening together as the rain flows and slides over the roofs.
Let us embrace, fill the voids with our presence: you are no longer alone because now you are there for yourself!
You have found a friend, a friend, a partner who will never abandon you.
From today you will be there for you!
Whatever your story is, I'll try not to judge you. I may be afraid of what I don’t know or why I have a different image from the reality you live. It may be a reason for exchange, growth only if I can avoid driving you away, judging.
