turmalina

But have you ever wondered how frail a person can be?

we have an average life of 80 years, dying is something very easy ... the blows hurt us, the cuts hurt us, even the words hurt us. we die little by little, life passes in front of our eyes, the lucky ones decide to blindly look at certain extreme situations ... and yet we are here, all together in the same balloon, breathing the same air, aspiring to the same, fulfilling the same obligations. nobody very different than another ... even so there are many people who decide to be closed with their beliefs, with their ideals. All of us, each one of us was hurt in different ways.

capable was that time our parents ignored us when we needed it the most

able when we felt alone and our friend was not there to encourage us

capable for that unrequited love

capable for those duels we never get over

able because we were never accepted by the one next to us

for the pain of the past

for the fear of the future

for refusing to live the present

for not seeing clearly

for anything, embrace life, do not let it go for nothing

Sadness is beautiful when you do not suffer, almost as beautiful as a poetry, like a morning in the country, like a kiss from the person you love, like the hug of your friends, the words of encouragement from mom and dad

This is life, in its totality. moments, not memories ... without thinking, just breathing and being conscious.

what does the rest matter? does matters? the pale one reaches us all sooner or later

I lived as you want, but I lived

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and as always, ciruela.phportraying reality in the most natural way and finding beauty everywhere ♥ ️