Normally we don't know to have it

In this world everything has to be tailored to its essential reason for being, and when it is not the pain makes its appearance to warn of disharmony. If it is a pain in the body there are painkillers to have time to run to the emergency room, when it's a pain of the soul we pray the saints and in case it is a pain in the spirit, it means to be far from having understood the reasons why we are here in this world, we do not know what to do because it is a suffering of a part of us that normally we don't know to have...

The unwitting instrument of good

We can love this world for a multitude of different reasons, but it is through understanding the meaning that have the reasons for its existence that you can love in spite of all the evil that there is in it, because is through understanding its spiritual reasons that you see the evil for what it is: the unwitting instrument of good.

Solitudes

Love everyone and hate everyone pushing to solitude. To love at the solitude of meditation, to hate to solitude of despair.

Exhausted, but at the finish line

Selfishness that escapes can be reached by generosity, but only when generosity has given its beautiful running shoes...

Blinding truth

You can tell the truth without to know it really 'cause you don't know how to live it, and you can lie knowing the truth, and knows how to live in the knowledge that the truth is compassionate before being true, because the truth want that the eyes are open to the light, but without getting blinded.

The invisible trap

Everyone perceives to be in a trap, and that's why happiness seems to be unattainable. You are afraid of the other because you need it, it is feared his life because one can not do without, and you want the knowledge just because you do not know. But as soon as you become the others the more you begin to love life and you know without needing to know about.

The sense of self-sacrifice

It is a world in which only one thing matters: knowing how to live self-sacrificing everything, because the real being yourself is knowing how to be in others.

Without double meanings

Two types of people defending justice and truth on which justice rests his principles: people noble and ignoble persons, but the latter screams more...

The man is not a bug, but a parasite

The man believes that the world is, for him, like a flower to an insect, with the difference that the flower, after wilting, reborn through the help of the insect.

Who writes

The writer pursues a gust of insights on the surface of which the thought snaps, in the presumption of being able to translate the inside with words that are able to catch the wind. The thought does not know where in the dark the inspiration delivery to mind his ghosts to carve, yet formless, as sketchy ideas rejected by nothing. There must be a slit, at the center of our being, crossed by a continuous flow of blurred images that seek reality. The mind can not describe the source, because it is committed to hunt their prey, to gorge themselves on the meanings that ignores.To view this we need to go back the creative act, in the silence that begins to vibrate. The writer draws contours that describe the limits, in an attempt to give one direction at a thousand ways that the logic fails to contain.

Life imposes to everyone a choice

Life imposes to everyone a choice, and that choice tells you who you are and whom, otherwise, you would have been.