"Princesa, ya no sufras por causa de un mal que fue derrotado" le recordó su hermano, "más bien, dejame llevarte en mis brazos... quiero enseñarte a reinar"
You will die, but now your life is free
martes, 8 de septiembre de 2015
Reinar
"Princesa, ya no sufras por causa de un mal que fue derrotado" le recordó su hermano, "más bien, dejame llevarte en mis brazos... quiero enseñarte a reinar"
domingo, 26 de abril de 2015
Vida - miedo = paz
Las uñas mordidas y el pelo descuidado porque jamás me importo dar una buena primera impresión. Asi como nunca doy bien el primer exámen del año. Asi como me ausento de los lugares donde me da miedo estar, con la esperanza de que posponerlo me vaya a dar el tiempo necesario para cobrar fuerzas.
Hay algo adentro que jamás fue dicho y no me gusta pensar. Hay algo que va mas allá de mis metas pero influye en todas ellas.
Estoy aterrada de temer a lo que no debo temer. Y lo peor es cuando el miedo se vuelve realidad. Cuando es el Miedo verdaderamente el que te mantiene y no la Vida. La Vida y el Miedo. Vivir con miedo lleva a destrucción, y el miedo a vivir lleva a la crisis.
En conclusión, no hay lugar para el miedo en la ecuación.
sábado, 28 de marzo de 2015
martes, 23 de diciembre de 2014
Comatose
I'm so tired of trying to hide it.
This mask needs to go away,
to leave me alone.
"What's exactly worth living for?"
I used to ask myself.
And then,
then I understood.
It's not about
what's worth living for.
It's about
what's worth dying for.
And that was when
He lighted up a fire
inside my soul
that I couldn't control.
Help me to believe in beginnings
so much has happened to me during these whirlwind days:
I’ve known death and birth;
I’ve been brave and scared;
I’ve hurt, I’ve helped;
I’ve been honest, I’ve lied;
I’ve destroyed, I’ve created;
I’ve been with people, I’ve been lonely;
I’ve been loyal, I’ve betrayed;
I’ve decided, I’ve waffled;
I’ve laughed and I’ve cried.
You know my frail heart and my frayed history -
and now another day begins.
and in my beginning again,
no matter how often I’ve failed before.
to begin going out of my weary mind
into fresh dreams,
daring to make my own bold tracks
in the land of now;
to begin forgiving
that I may experience mercy;
to begin questioning the unquestionable
that I may know truth
to begin disciplining
that I may create beauty;
to begin sacrificing
that I may make peace;
to begin loving
that I may realize joy.
to be a singer to the songless,
a storyteller to the aimless,
a befriender of the friendless;
to become a beginning of hope for the despairing,
of assurance for the doubting,
of reconciliation for the divided;
to become a beginning of freedom for the oppressed,
of comfort for the sorrowing,
of friendship for the forgotten;
to become a beginning of beauty for the forlorn,
of sweetness for the soured,
of gentleness for the angry,
of wholeness for the broken,
of peace for the frightened and violent of the earth.
to make a beginning,
to be a beginning,
so that I may not just grow old,
but grow new
each day of this wild, amazing life
you call me to live
with the passion of Jesus Christ.
— | Ted Loder (x) |
lunes, 3 de noviembre de 2014
Everything is easier with love
She was crying while reading a letter. Why was she crying? I mean, I know sometimes letters are sentimental and full of heart, but who was the person who wrote her that?
I didn't like seeing my sister cry. Because her eyes turned red and the brown part of them turned... light brown? Yes, light brown, like mom's eyes.
A moment later, she was smiling. And I knew why she was crying.
He wrote her a letter for her fifteen birthday, and she cried that day too while he played her a song.
He had made mistakes, but she forgave every one of them.
He had lied thousand of times, and she accepted the apologies he had given when the truth was known.
He had left her alone so many times she lost count but she gave him a new opportunity every day.
She gave him so much of her and got only betrayal in return, but she still gave all of her.
I asked her why, she said it was real justice.
I told her no, she said yes, that it was grace.
I hadn't understood then, but I did when I saw her smiling through her tears
She was proud of dad.
jueves, 9 de octubre de 2014
No surge de la nada
"Las personas más bellas que hemos conocido son aquellos que conocen la derrota, conocen el sufrimiento, conocen la lucha, saben lo que es perder, y han encontrado su manera de salir de las profundidades. Estas personas tienen una apreciación, una sensibilidad y una comprensión de la vida que los llena de compasión, humildad y una profunda preocupación amorosa. La gente hermosa no surge de la nada."