We’re a gift. A gift, it’s true. Because our eyes have a life of our own and a light that winds to the sound of our own emotions, we are the product of neurochemical constellations that open paths in our minds, in our bodies and, finally, in the existence of others.
We cannot disassociate our attitudes from their influence in the middle, and that is why we engage in electricity, in charged batteries willing to live experiences, experiences that, in their magnificence, reflect the manifesto of faith that nature brings to our birth, when we grow and when fate ends our lives.
- Who can doubt that? Each life in itself is a gift to you and to others.
- It turns out that beautiful people are made up of individual parts put together.
- Pieces of their self reunited when calm comes after storms.
It turns out that, in fact, everyone suffers setbacks in life, the more, the more we learn and mature, not only that, we usually say that when we learn the lesson, the pain disappears, even if the scars remain in the body and soul.
That’s why the most beautiful people are those for whom it hasn’t been easy to walk the paths of their history, it’s not about overcoming pain and pain, it’s about them knowing that you can’t cure what you refuse to face.
“People are a gift. Some are very well packaged; at first glance, they are attractive. Others are wrapped in very simple paper. Some are damaged by mail. They may have a special mold.
But packaging is not the gift. Sometimes the gift is hard to open and you have to ask for help, maybe because it’s scary?Maybe because it hurts, maybe because it was already open and sloppy?
I am a gift and above all a gift to me, did I look inside? Am I afraid to do that? Maybe I never accepted the gift that I am. It is possible that inside me there is something different than what I imagine. Maybe I never knew what a wonderful gift I am?
? Adapted from “I am a gift”?
As gifts that we are, we offer every day beautiful feelings to others, we amaze with words the reflection of their looks and make sense of every little interaction we have with the world, so it is so important to spy on the world with the firm conviction that we are a gift.
We must gladly add and absorb the contributions of others. This is the true wealth, the value that we are all present with so many destinies. Gifts of love, gifts of friendship, family gifts, gifts by profession, gifts of everything imaginable and imaginable.
But look, because our packaging contains, suspiciously, an inner world that is nothing more than a device of growth and intimacy. Perhaps the social power of our packaging prevents us from owning our interior equipment. It is at this moment, more forcefully, that we must try to shout something to us that builds us, like, “I am a gift. For me and the others?”