Life, the illness that saves us, and I don't mean biological death, but something deeper, which is the death of the soul in life; for example: when we want to protect ourselves so much from pain, that we also end up anesthetized in front of the joy of living, or when we choose the routine of comfort so many times, instead of the vertigo of being alive, with all that that implies.
From experience I tell you with certainty that "life is very uncomfortable", because it is a constant brush with the unexpected. Life confronts us, breaks us, demands of us. But if we don't go through it with all its edges, if we don't "make it sick" in the sense of getting involved, taking risks and feeling it,... So, yes... We run the risk of dying automatically, even if we keep breathing.
To live is not to survive, it is to let the soul be disheveled, the heart exposed and the experience shakes us. Oh and how life hurts, the same one that also heals us, and if we don't dare to live it all, perhaps as it has touched each of us, we discover that it is not a disease, but the cure and the only medicine.
Carl Jung said, "Life is a disease that if you don't live it, you can die."
The true path of maturity comes using we stop chasing ghosts and we reconcile with life as it is. To heal, to find the cure is to embrace reality and stop idealizing absence.
Definitely, our mind takes refuge, it is its own magical realism, it invents stories to survive, just as we have been doing since childhood. Survival creates an internal story, a fantasy, it is a defense mechanism although imperfect to sustain the path or leaving a teaching even if they did not meet all our expectations.
Luck happens when preparation meets opportunity. In fact, already when you start to see results in the physical activity of your preference, even up early to train.
Focus on what matters. Discipline is nothing more than self-respect at the highest level. When you are determined to achieve your dreams, you are determined and that's it. Your new life is going to cost you the old one.
It is to die in order to be reborn.
When we keep quiet so as not to lose, we lose ourselves. From Vero to 10, how many times do we keep quiet, this week so as not to fight, argue? When we accept a disrespect, we are giving permission for it to be repeated.
Therefore, I always make a habit when I have some discussion with people of my personal or professional bond, I tell them: okey I listen to you, but talk to me with respect, otherwise we stop here."
Today, beautiful soul that you are reading to me, I remind you that by setting limits, it is not about losing the other, it is not about losing yourself, because what you do not attend to today, takes its toll on you later.
Good luck with that 👆
Janitze 🌴
Separator made with Canva by @janitzearratia
Any images in this post are taken with my iPhone 12, the Infinix pro-note 30 or with the camera eighties Rolleiflex 2.8 f, and edited by me with Canva
Translation with |DeepL