I broke into a thousand pieces like glass, pretending to be a strong person made me break inside, and now, when I realized the pain I was feeling, I lost everything inside me.
Now that I am sad, empty and alone, aware of all the truth lurking behind the shadows of the universe that I myself created to live my dream, to protect myself, I understood the true meaning of the word pain. it is no longer cut to produce a terrifying sound.
- Pain is no longer just the union of three letters.
- It is not a visible wound: pain is the hope buried in the grave of realities.
- So I broke into a thousand pieces.
- Because reality togared my soul and my dreams failed to feed my illusions.
“If I could revive my life next time, I’d try to make more mistakes. I wouldn’t try to be so perfect, I’d relax more. Would it be stupider than it was?In fact, few things would take me seriously?.
? Nadine Stair?
They say we can’t live by illusions, in certain circumstances we can even die. We die because we abandon ourselves to the fantasy of a world that we ourselves have created; a world in which, in the near future, what is now only an illusion will come true. But you forget the stones you find along the way, or you think you’re much stronger than them.
The stones of the road, the obstacles that we shelter and are part of us, of our interior, yes, are barriers that we often create, because each illusion hides a dark side that does not want to be shown, as if it were the other side of the moon.
I mean that dark part, that part that haunts you and you know nothing about, that unconscious part that binds you and holds you against your will, that part of you won’t let you go. This part that kills, injures and injures in the face of all adversity.
Because they are not only illusions, but dreams and projects, uncertain futures that we want to achieve, that is why they kill, because of illusions we also die, because we are not always capable of realizing them and they become poison when we rush. Too fast It was when I realized this fact that I broke into a thousand pieces and anguish consumed me.
Anguish consumed me because the monster of fear came to visit me, but it was not just any monster, it was the worst of all: it was the fear of failure, and before him I could only tremble.
I was shaking because my world was falling apart and there was no future to look forward to. I was shaking because everything I’d dreamed of wouldn’t come true. Then I broke into a thousand pieces, as if it were glass, and sharpened each of the remaining pieces. When I built my mighty weapon, I thought it would be so scary that it would avoid any threat. But what about suffering?
What a broken and broken illusion! Before the fight it is necessary to learn to heal. The strongest is not the one who knows how to defend himself, but the one who rebuilds on solid foundations and walks with firm steps towards his goals.
But if I broke into a thousand pieces and was afraid of failing, how could I show my weakness and ask for help to heal? What if I lose a few more coins? What did I need to learn: rebuild myself or learn to fight?
Yes, I broke into a thousand pieces and it took me a long time to understand my situation, I was not weak, I was never weak and yet I was hurt, the fear of failure ignited me and became the greatest of my fears. But it wasn’t just that, it was the fear of what people would say.
The brave one is not the one who fights without looking back, but the one who recognizes their fears and learns from them, is the one who asks for help to learn to face them, yes, I am brave, I ask for help and that is why I am very brave.
With the help I learned that I was my own obstacle and my own limit, because I had created my own monsters, broke into a thousand pieces trying to show others an image that was not real and thus create a world full of illusions and dreams, a world with a future totally alien to me.
Now, through learning, I gradually recover. Like broken and glued vessels again, I have scars and blemishes, but I am still “myself. ” But, a new “me”, now free of all pressure and my greatest fear. it has the meaning you give it. I learned from him and I’m not so scared anymore.