I am at home, then I open the windows to renew the air, so that the acrid and toxic smell arises and in the breeze that sends hope, the fragrant illusions. I’m home, I’m my precious refuge, so sometimes I am. not for anyone because I seek refuge from my intimacy: my private corners to listen to me, to heal me?
If our interior were really a house, unfortunately many houses would be sloppy, plus houses with well-decorated facades, colorful ceilings, twinkling fireplaces, sophisticated doors and large windows with elegant curtains.
“The houses are built to be inhabited, used and unwel-covered. -Francis Bacon-
However, if we visited the interiors of these imposing mansions, we would discover in many of them collapsed walls, weak pillars, lonely rooms, empty rooms that smell of sadness and many dark corners, where sunlight never came. if we were a house, we would have an obligation to take care of our house, to transform it into a pleasant and comfortable space, without shadows, without enclosed rooms and without obviously neglected cracks.
We’re home, we have to admit it. We are our own refuge and the exceptional structure that continues to grow, so we must learn to take care of this magical space that is not sold or lent, but is protected.
George Bernard Shaw said that life isn’t just about being, it’s really about knowing how to create yourself, so anyone who chooses to embark on a research journey to find a purpose, recognize its limits and find the essence of their own personality, will. To be wrong in the chosen approach, because everything you want to know is not there, but in the internal scenario that produces wonderful fruits when we keep it well taken care of.
In turn, there is an undeniable fact that many of us have already noticed, especially in our teenage years when we live the open doors, occupied by what life holds, with what happens on the outside with great enthusiasm, with its flavors, sounds and when we live disconnected from our heart, from that inner nose where values and identity radiate , we always feel like we’re “missing something. “There is a sense that what exists in the house itself is an unbearable void and that it must be full of something.
Thus, almost without realizing it, we let the house on our own be the first thing that arrives, we deliver the keys to the entrance door, we offer the sofa of the living room and even the secret key of our closets and drawers. . We do it with naive innocence, not knowing that there are thieves who take everything, ruthless looters who leave everything devastated: self-esteem, strengths, virtues, dreams and hopes?
Having a house with spacious rooms full of books, in which infinite knowledge is preserved, is not an act of selfishness, owning a house in which there are no closed doors or slits, let alone corners inhabited by shadows and darkness, is not an act. Having a garden where amazing flowers, beautiful shrubs and trees with strong roots are born is not superficial, because conquering each of these things requires time, willpower and delicate personal care.
“Light is very painful for those who live in darkness. Eckhart Tolle-
We live in a society that conditions us to believe that love for oneself is an act of selfishness, however, after being practically forced to read books of self-help, we find that this premise is not true, that closing the doors of our house to the things we love or do not like is not narcissistic, is to be brave , is to combine self-love and honesty, is to consolidate a commitment to yourself to guarantee self-esteem and well-being in a world accustomed to shaping frustrated people who do not know how to be happy.
Albert Ellis, in his day, said that our society often teaches us to punish ourselves, so we must set aside everything that has made us believe up to this point to learn to think and feel differently, to remember that there is a fragile and helpless being. who needs attention, care and recognition: oneself.
So, let’s make this journey home to sweep away our limiting beliefs, expand the spaces of hope, open the curtains of internal conflict, repair the pipes of our emotional wounds. Are we going to sow our orchards with seeds of hope and keep the keys of our house in our pocket because it is they, and only them, who will open the doors of our happiness to us?
Images courtesy of Victor Nizovtsev