“Oh yes, so you went and decided what’s good for you, just for you?When I thought about opening my mouth and saying “yes, that’s true, ” I felt the damn guilt that accompanies me as a bad-energy person honking the horn in my ear all the time how wrong I am in my decisions, but on the other hand there’s also a friend with me who never lets go of my hand, no matter what, when I fail she takes care of my body and that’s why , full of courage, I let go succinctly: “Yes, it’s true.
My heart was beating fast when I heard my own words marked with selfishness, classified as crazy, selfish, completely panicked and misaligned, lost, in need of help, advice, maybe therapy or going to church, maybe a drug that contains my dubious behavior. to decide to live my life, to choose what suits me, I shook my hand bravely and stayed there.
- And as I live.
- Don’t think I’m talking about getting a tattoo.
- Traveling to an unlikely destination.
- Choosing a college course (or leaving).
- Choosing a partner (or leaving).
- Living.
- The dictionary says.
- Means to exist.
- To breathe.
- To feel alive.
Repeat after me: exist, breathe, feel alive, exist, breathe, feel alive. Exist, breathe, feel alive! That’s how it is to live. Simple, but loaded with a great complexity that we add to this simple verb.
What makes you exist, breathe, feel alive? No matter what it is, it’s life.
You can decide to spend the rest of your days selling handicrafts on the sidewalk of church square, you may decide to be a renowned doctor, a world-renowned scientist, someone in the crowd, you may want to have six children, one or none, and travel the world. You can be whatever you want to be to feel alive, breathe and exist for yourself.
? I understand, but wait a minute? I know what it’s like, but before you do this and that, you say this today, but tomorrow you’re going to change your mind, do you think about your kids, do you think about your parents?that has nothing to do with you?,? tell you why I love you?,?has no future?
My god? I could make an almost infinite list of what people tell us to teach us to live, and these are people who love us, you know?Most of them. Others are those who are jealous or who live mediocrely trapped in their comfort zone. But in general who? In your life when you advertise as you don’t want to intrude, it’s full of real good intentions, don’t you ignore that?Madness? He follows a long wait for the decision to live.
The son who never worked, who was an example, studious, simple, was probably the son who did what his parents expected of him, because the parents, consciously or not, instilled in the child rules of conduct to make him a good person (according to the standards of the parents, who came from the parents of their parents). And I’m not criticizing, in any way, just realizing that the children who wrote the story were (mostly) rebels. They left the house, revolutionized The Garage, said no, closed the bedroom door and got drunk.
Those who live are crazy, angry, irrelevant. He lives who dares to live. Most of us simply exist, but life in its fullness is lived by a few.
Maybe reading this when you think “isn’t it?” And all those things we think of and use as an excuse not to live. Because we have to think about others, because we will be judged, because then we will repent. that, and there are so many reasons and if we just stop living and just exist, occupying a place in space.
Are you afraid of being in a religion or philosophy of life that makes you feel good, giving up a relationship because the person does not live up to what he expects of you, attends this university?He says it’s his face, doesn’t he take selfish attitudes because he cares about others and?It’s not a crime. But what doesn’t live? The waste of opportunity.
People give an opinion about our lives and then we stop being an interesting subject, we become a thing of the past Will our life also happen?People judge and condemn us, not always because they are bad, but because they show us paths that are good for them, according to what they would do in their lives, with the life story, background, experiences and education they have received. and that works great for their lives, but what works for your life?What makes you exist, breathe, feel alive? No matter what it is, it’s life.
There is no way to get rid of judgments, there is no way that we will not disappoint some people, nor to please everyone, there is no way to make everyone around us happy, even these good and enlightened people, who fill their passage with light, are the subject of secret conversations where the interlocutor will say how he would do this or that if he were her.
Why do we have so much difficulty letting the people we love exist, breathe and feel alive doing what really satisfies them?Basically, we expect people to be as good as we are. Maybe it’s the cause of conflict in relationships. in all relationships.
We are hurt and disappointed because we do not see in the personality, physical characteristics, character and behavior of the other person what would be ideal for us.
Dress style, haircut and hair color, way of speaking, walking, eating . . . All we expect, charge, and judge in others is about how we see life, criticizing the other means disrespecting life and others.
On the other hand, whoever decides to live, despite the opinions of others, finally needs courage, grabs the hand of this daring lady (I think courage is an old lady with a piercing, a tattoo, white hair and who makes idiots on the street, gets drunk, laughs) and goes on her way. Face criticism, judgment, raise your head and say ‘fuck’, or if you prefer, ‘shit’, and live. Exister. Respirer. Se feels alive.
They say that I am daring, tough, brave, crazy, without judgment, dreamy, selfish, entangled, that I do not think, that I think too much, mature, childish, lost, sensible, responsible, irresponsible, I cause pride and disappointment, I inspire and provoke disgust, I am stupid and intelligent, I am an example of what to do and what not to do and am I not?
It’s not that I don’t care about someone else’s opinion or suddenly cause some kind of bad feeling in someone I love, I worry so much that I’m at this point in my life, for the first time, looking in the dictionary. definition of VIVRE.
I suspect that until the other day, it simply existed, to live what this or that I expected from me, I no longer want to live on a respirator, driven in a wheelchair on the paths that define the best landscape for me. I don’t want to do this for anybody. I don’t even want to be a landscape.
From everything they say I am and that I really am, because what I am will depend on the perspective of whoever I look at, I say I’m a living being, and I will exist and breathe to feel that. No fan, no wheelchair.
From everything you expect of me, I hope that your greatest expectation is my happiness, that you look at me without judgments and advice about what would be good for your life, the way you see and build your future, in which only you can live and I wonder (not me) if I am happy. That’s your only concern.
I’m on my way. I’m going to live, breathe and feel alive. If you ask for me, say that I live and that I have ceased to exist. I don’t know if I’ll be back to dinner.