Bernardo GA
Jedi
Dear Bluegazer, I am sure that what you are experiencing is necessary for your life experience in some way.
I only ask you not to close in on yourself.
Listen to others, without underestimating them.
Your experience can be a treasure for others, and vice versa.
I am not humble enough as I would like to be. That is why I know very well the truth of what I will tell you:
Only and only when I was humble at times, was I able to see clearly.
However brief those moments may be, they are very transcendent, and the basis for an eventual development of the Self.
I have seen wisdom in the advice and words of support that others have given you, in this bad time you are going through. I don't know if the following will help you too, but here I go.
As an Argentine that you are, you can imagine what it may have been like for me, to have been born in Montevideo, in 1970, in a politically committed family, with my father a member of the National Liberation Movement "Tupamaros", also my aunt, my uncle, my godmother, my godfather, all "Tupamaros".
They all fell.
The CIA took care of all of them and their families.
Torture" was extended in various ways to the direct relatives of the prisoners.
I have known terror since I was 3 years old.
Yet, I have spent my life vigorously confronting anything that sounds like an imposition to me.
I have noticed, that one of the things they also want to "impose" on us, is to make us angry, so that we will react in a way that is convenient for them.
Life is hard, and sometimes we get depressed.
I remember a great moment that served me for life.
I was very young. I don't remember the circumstances I was in, but I know I was suffering a lot.
I was so depressed, I didn't want to talk to anyone, about any matter.
If someone spoke to me, I listened but did not answer, due to a total absence of interest, and did not even give any sign that I had listened.
But I realized that this worried others, so I went to bed to sleep.
I slept soundly.
When I woke up and opened my eyes, the day was radiant, the sky was blue, the sun was shining incredibly bright, and the first thing I heard because some radio was on, was "There is always a new day".
Everything changed at that moment, and I just wanted to live.
It turned out that it was the Argentine singer Facundo Cabral, just saying that phrase in the song.
Since then and to this day, when life hits me hard, I remember that morning when I saw and heard "Siempre hay un nuevo día" (There's always a new day).
I only ask you not to close in on yourself.
Listen to others, without underestimating them.
Your experience can be a treasure for others, and vice versa.
I am not humble enough as I would like to be. That is why I know very well the truth of what I will tell you:
Only and only when I was humble at times, was I able to see clearly.
However brief those moments may be, they are very transcendent, and the basis for an eventual development of the Self.
I have seen wisdom in the advice and words of support that others have given you, in this bad time you are going through. I don't know if the following will help you too, but here I go.
As an Argentine that you are, you can imagine what it may have been like for me, to have been born in Montevideo, in 1970, in a politically committed family, with my father a member of the National Liberation Movement "Tupamaros", also my aunt, my uncle, my godmother, my godfather, all "Tupamaros".
They all fell.
The CIA took care of all of them and their families.
Torture" was extended in various ways to the direct relatives of the prisoners.
I have known terror since I was 3 years old.
Yet, I have spent my life vigorously confronting anything that sounds like an imposition to me.
I have noticed, that one of the things they also want to "impose" on us, is to make us angry, so that we will react in a way that is convenient for them.
Life is hard, and sometimes we get depressed.
I remember a great moment that served me for life.
I was very young. I don't remember the circumstances I was in, but I know I was suffering a lot.
I was so depressed, I didn't want to talk to anyone, about any matter.
If someone spoke to me, I listened but did not answer, due to a total absence of interest, and did not even give any sign that I had listened.
But I realized that this worried others, so I went to bed to sleep.
I slept soundly.
When I woke up and opened my eyes, the day was radiant, the sky was blue, the sun was shining incredibly bright, and the first thing I heard because some radio was on, was "There is always a new day".
Everything changed at that moment, and I just wanted to live.
It turned out that it was the Argentine singer Facundo Cabral, just saying that phrase in the song.
Since then and to this day, when life hits me hard, I remember that morning when I saw and heard "Siempre hay un nuevo día" (There's always a new day).
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