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And when I could glimpse that encounter, I knew, clearly, that it was my moment. In that uncertain (in some way) destiny, I unhesitatingly chose my next steps.
I chose to feel, to feel who I could be among the millions of possibilities of being... this ability to understand that we are like play-doh that we ourselves can mold, and not a body of flesh full of parameters, rules and foundations, programs or beautiful corrals where we choose to live, safe, calm, inert, did not come overnight. These leaps of consciousness, of allowing yourself to fall apart and conform again, with a different shape, with renewed horizons, with nostalgia, with the desire to still embrace what was gone, and in that feeling of not being able to turn back time, after those moments, in early mornings full of uncertainties, you finally manage to cross, to take that leap of faith, and realize who you have become. And leap after leap, you realize that the leap can be infinite, the falls, the rises, that everything is finally a game, it is an arena, it is a free space that life allows us to play, to be gods, beggars, miserable, enlightened, rich, poor. It allows us the caress, and the blow, it allows us to experience in this body the most terrible hunger and the most disgusting satiety, the most immense crime, the endless caress, the cold and solitary kiss, the most joyful night, the most bitter day, and finally, it is one, who chooses the game. We are the artists who, on the canvas of life, choose our next act, our next brushstroke, and this is the most beautiful and the rawest truth, the one that led me to have and lose everything, the one that allowed me to see the world round, flat, and finally formless, where it allowed me to see love as a method, then to see it as meaningless and finally formless, and there then, love that was everything, allowed everything, permeated everything, I integrated into it, it into me, without names, without religion, without Christs, without Buddhas, without rosaries, without heavens, nor hells, only love, pure and raw, and all, all this, shaped me, and like a barefoot child in the rain, I chose to jump into that puddle, and simply enjoy.
And when I could glimpse that encounter, I knew, clearly, that it was my moment. In that uncertain (in some way) destiny, I unhesitatingly chose my next steps.
I chose to feel, to feel who I could be among the millions of possibilities of being... this ability to understand that we are like play-doh that we ourselves can mold, and not a body of flesh full of parameters, rules and foundations, programs or beautiful corrals where we choose to live, safe, calm, inert, did not come overnight. These leaps of consciousness, of allowing yourself to fall apart and conform again, with a different shape, with renewed horizons, with nostalgia, with the desire to still embrace what was gone, and in that feeling of not being able to turn back time, after those moments, in early mornings full of uncertainties, you finally manage to cross, to take that leap of faith, and realize who you have become. And leap after leap, you realize that the leap can be infinite, the falls, the rises, that everything is finally a game, it is an arena, it is a free space that life allows us to play, to be gods, beggars, miserable, enlightened, rich, poor. It allows us the caress, and the blow, it allows us to experience in this body the most terrible hunger and the most disgusting satiety, the most immense crime, the endless caress, the cold and solitary kiss, the most joyful night, the most bitter day, and finally, it is one, who chooses the game. We are the artists who, on the canvas of life, choose our next act, our next brushstroke, and this is the most beautiful and the rawest truth, the one that led me to have and lose everything, the one that allowed me to see the world round, flat, and finally formless, where it allowed me to see love as a method, then to see it as meaningless and finally formless, and there then, love that was everything, allowed everything, permeated everything, I integrated into it, it into me, without names, without religion, without Christs, without Buddhas, without rosaries, without heavens, nor hells, only love, pure and raw, and all, all this, shaped me, and like a barefoot child in the rain, I chose to jump into that puddle, and simply enjoy.