Maybe it's not always a surrender to give up tomorrow. Listen so you don't speak anymore or, then, hurt yourself and let it be felt. The banality of self-contentment itself is perhaps deadly to what is expected to come. Unhappiness is also a result, but the end of the process does not always mean the bad. On the contrary.
In the face of all the comings and goings of illusions, it is clear that life is passed through adverse chapters, which vary between everything and nothing. The extremes are, therefore, not peaceful coexistences, whose only purpose is to transgress. delegitimize The falsified truth is still a truth, only false. It is delicate to understand the maintenance of two opposing forces, at the same time that it is not understood that the impossible is just a matter of identity. It becomes individual when the dynamics no longer reproduces more than one axis.
There is, therefore, no law of return or confluence of energies between those who only know how to redeem themselves. The error is the very constancy that allows the cycle. The burden of guilt is nothing more than the universe superimposed on a single piece of information. A single will before the same eyes, without exception. Faced with the same beliefs, without change. The possibility of living free from guilt is just a nuance within the burden of judgment. The defendant verdict of a synchronicity that does not always exist.
I learned that I cannot take responsibility for the unhappiness of others. Thinking of oneself is a necessary selfishness. Dealing without empathy is a distorted individuality. It is not about not worrying or not acting in favor of what revolves around, but interpreting the environment as a component. We are not pieces disconnected from the rest, but necessary fittings to the whole.
Learning to live with defeat in the face of frustrated expectations and it is a consensus that guilt disappears when love blossoms. Not owning up to your mistakes can be just as bad as owning up to those who aren't. Living one's own life is difficult enough, perhaps due to penalties of divisible guilt or that are not even one's own.
We are constantly acting for debts that are not ours. Illusions that were not created in our minds. I am also a victim of invented stories, of romanticized involvements. Well-resolved twists. Hope, when together with will, is also dangerous. Hence the extremes that do not fit. Limitations that do not know their limits. Love and pain are inextricably linked, as are guilt and regret. Healing and the will to hurt.
The tear shed in the lap is the indication of anything that shakes. Which takes away from a normalized state of consciousness. The burden of guilt that a tear brings, although it has the ability to wet not only those who cry, it is still not part of those who are outside. Let us sympathize without, however, confusing understanding with the assumption of something that we do not need to carry. Extra weight only if it comes with insight into who it belongs to, otherwise it's self-boycott.
