Cowards nothing is written

Dácil Rodríguez Emotion 

-On Cowards is nothing written, said by way of greeting as he sat lustrous. -I did not expect less from you. And I was right … Even with a title like that you were able to write about the cowards She made a slight pause to increase my level of expectation taking a sip of coffee that had just serving at the table. ‘As soon as I saw you enter through the same door, months ago, I knew you were one of those women who are lucky enough to know once in life, of which leave their mark without complying with stereotypes, because “traces not mark how but who “- he pulled a folded paper from the back pocket of his pants and unfolded before me to read it:

“Of those who read alone on a bench and go out with a smile without hiding behind the screen of a phone or concealer. Because you’re not real … prettier than anyone or any prettier than simply you. people often know when you walk and run, and others, no one perceives that you are, but rather that your absence is noticeable when you leave a place, everyone feels and knows that you’re gone even if you will not come back.

Of those who have the just fears that make courageous and able to stand with bare knees and burning wounds to return to fight.

Of these it is impossible to go through it and not want to stay.

Of those women, once you find it, you can no longer drop “.

I admit it can be overwhelming to quote your own words and baste for leértelas. Rectified: you do not have a tare ‘he said folding the paper again and depositing it on one side of the table. I’m glad you finally have risky, really committed, to say what I said did not mean to insult your intelligence, I know you’re very smart, not hurt your sensitivity, I know you’re also extremely sensitive and, much less, miss you to respect, for you are a woman worthy not only of respect but also admiration he concluded unabashedly scrutinizing my eyes for … I know very few people who are capable of that “both and everything.” Unfortunately, it is. And you’re like an inexhaustible source, without limit. You know? – He returned to nail his sight in my eyes as if reading my soul, or so I felt. ‘What I say it has little or nothing to do with you have a relationship, you’re single or not be alone. I mean the commitment you have acquired really take risks, and it shows … I guess now is when you feel you are in “the way” in the exact spot where two branches are opened. You’re smart enough to choose well, but …

I decided to interrupt my ego deep psychoanalysis insisted on decorating -: They carry the same place.

Her eyes widened expectantly.

-a Path will be steeper and rocky, the other a challenging path I continued. -Both Culminate in the same place. The only difference will my fatigue and hurts.¿Which one chose you?

-me ? I married with her.

I always insist that only has the right to complain that really does something. Being brave does not mean living with fearlessness, fear sorry all, some people are paralyzed before him, others flee as awakens that feeling. The bravery and courage lie in, still feeling that fear, face it, because that fact alone will take you to know you better, to grow as a person and expand your own boundaries or without limitations you have imposed without realizing it, in short; to break free, and does anyone want to live imprisoned under the insurance, but sad walls of a comfort zone?

When we ventured to pierce the thick brick making us feel comfortable, protected and safe, and went out to the battlefield called life to really live, it is natural that we are wounded. Happy people spend life not smiling, “passing pipe” also weep, suffer, fall, bleed … (Mental Deprogramming: Happiness)

To believe otherwise would become a person who has ceased to live to dream. Realism is as necessary as optimism, but both have to take the form of the other. An excess of realism leads to bitterness, castration potential by barriers of self, the ego; and an excess of optimism, the constant disappointment and drama, to what I call “Neptunian martyrdom”, because of an illusory pedestal rise to an idyllic fantasy.

The feeling and thinking, matter and antimatter, the I and you, the written text and how it inspires.

Living as to relate, we came into contact with these polarities. If we live we are brave, if we live or we simply exist, no.

Individuality is nourished by contact. And we all have ego. The ego erects borders of the self. When we relate we believe that we may lose our own personality or esteem in dealing with the other “has cost us a lot of effort, sacrifice and work be so or be where we are” and we are giving, trading, changing; and change, why? Nothing more safe and secure than static; what I am now! If we relate through the ego, we encourage cowardice clinging to the known hard. To eat today to go hungry tomorrow. However, when we dare and risk to contact enrich us to the point of breaking part of our own structure, we grow. It may seem paradoxical, but in practice it is. Any process of catharsis, of suffering, implies that resurrection. A renewal. A new firmer, strong and safe structure that probably sometime break apart again, because the only constant in life is change. But as acquire the proper foundation, it will never fall, will simply continue to grow, becoming larger and time, customizable time, like those huge buildings that are constructed to flow to an earthquake, because such changes aim to always achieve certain “perfection “.

Human beings have a natural point of self-destruction. An innate perversion that dwells in us and wish with all their might the self-destruction in order to rise from the ashes. We need it. We need to prove ourselves. We need the ego, the ego, self-deception, the baser passions, outbursts, chaos … until we go through hell.

Only when we dare to walk it, to feel on the skin making it burst into flames still alive, we redeemed us.

And that need for self-destruction stops beating impetuous to the minimum. You will not need to go down to hell to find out what lives in it, you’ve visited. You danced with the devil until his footsteps stopped marcarte the pace and were smart enough to realize that what promised to be a passionate dance became a drifter wandering rashly and stumbling drunk. You’ve dueled with your shadow, you’ve looked in the mirror, you’ve seen what you’re capable of. And the best, you have accepted. From that moment, no longer want or need more. Know who the Beastmaster, the owner of the threshold. You have dealt with him face to face and not by anyone’s mouth. You’ve looked into his eyes and contemplated the infinite void that inhabits it. How necessary! Because we do not learn this the hard way rather than by our own experience, what has been our life and never, by others.

* They say that life is long, very long. Sometimes, it gets us uphill, sometimes we ourselves who make it costs us up, we forget or prefer not to see that we are “temporary” and we do not know how long it will last. Losing just a minute to waste and not invest in what you really want, it is ridiculous if we contemplate on that as real optics. The sacrifice for the sake of … The selflessness. Everything seems to lose this illusory and unreal meaning we want to give. Even the ego is perceived as absurd …

Today, I believe that everything, absolutely everything, is 50-50. A wonderful blend of the two sides of the same coin. A perfect balance between two parties. The point at which two opposing ends converge seems they could never get to physical contact and which, however, they converge at a point where one includes the other and vice versa.

And there’s the center. 

The famous center of salts you time to time to remember how you got it and that was up to heaven and down to Hades.

So cowards nothing written, and I will not write it.

Dácil Rodriguez

Writer and Natural Psychologist from Santa Cruz of Tenerife

Canary Island – Spain

Author of the novel: Where is the man of my life?

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