Recognize
Recognize
It was his baggage for so many millennia what reported that freshness with old flavor. His tousled hair and some gray hair gently raffled dotting the rising … It was distrustful and incredulous. But in his inner, deep and noble forum. He made a pact with the devil his own exile and was confined to Platonism of some outdated verses looking back strongly to anchor the lost abyss of a secret land and, occasionally, feel the anxiety of a fearful future that did not want to get under any concept. In its present, there was only the famous provocation of controversy and impertinent in his temples throb of a plaintive dilemma; a complex equation that logic was determined to decipher like John Forbes Nash lonely, doomed to their own paranoia and delusions, however, Nobel prize the wisdom knew that sooner or later come.
His lustrous mind Penrose staircase; infinite, impossible. Intricate and labyrinthine, besieged by revolutionary voices traveling from another place and another time, even from the afterlife.
Thus his immortal soul dressed, ethereal martyrdom under that pay homage to a wounded and hungry ego. Vital and fiery, but wandering. Prisoner in his own jail, owner of a distant silence that long ago picked up a phone to squeal on his lips that claim … that eternal thirst for love.
In his heart a worthy unwavering commitment of my respect and admiration.
It came into my life like lightning on a stormy night. Somehow I expected, but every time I appeared surprised, then entered and left the scene with an unpredictable calculated and cold naturally.
Complicated to the Nth degree for game rules that I never knew translate, though, at times, spoke the same language. “Muchmorehugely” insane and perverse, but passionate … So passionate! Even with bloodied skin was. It is; and it will remain being.
“Our goal is not to become others but recognize, learn to see the other and honor him for what he is.”
Hermann Hesse (1877-1962) Nobel Prize for Literature, 1946.
In the contact we draw, we grow, but only if we are able to appreciate and understand, with great delicacy, which we do not dress alien skin simply dare to move their own.
Recognize and honor the other does not imply reassert through who he is. Not supposed to compete for being a “worthy adversary” or deny to avoid such contact.
The recognition part of the natural glow radiating off people as they are. The lights only illuminate the figure in shadow, opaque, which takes center stage before a projected light.
When we reach this point, we transcend. The transcendence of self takes different forms depending on the -madurez- expertise has been developed: personal knowledge, self-criticism, reflection. Only through these qualities it is possible to recognize another and take responsibility implied.
Distrust is far from self-knowledge and knowledge, so recognize the right reads the same in reverse and when we point to another, three fingers point to us.
We can feel the instinct to raze everything with intense pain brought by the baser passions, jealousy, fear, resentment, envy and vindictiveness; burst owned by an electric current that meanders eager to break free and detached in order to preserve the barriers of ego; or dissolve in the cold waters of a tsunami in search of masks, lies and ambiguities to justify. But real contact always cause an impact collapse of the structure that are outdated and no longer serves us.
In any case, falls our defenses erected walls that can get up again without tino, with unconsciousness. Fortifying, even more, our self, limiting ourselves even more fear.
We have the freedom to choose: cercenarnos or evolve. Shield us or expand. And none of those extremes dictates right or wrong, simply; the chose.
The required information experience and knowledge to become and this, the humility to learn from it and gain wisdom. And it is precisely this wisdom, which allows us to recognize and honor, just like that.
I think we must be prudent, but without crossing swords. When people pass the courage to madness, have lost the will to live, and they care very little “die in the line of duty”. The heart pound paths battles, but with the mind.
Copyright © 2016 Dácil Rodriguez – All rights reserved.
Natural from Canary Island *Santa Cruz of Tenerife*
Author of Novel: Where is the man of my life? (only Spanish)
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