Everyone tore their clothes, after such good speeches, full of pretty words. We are all idealists and talked of the good for oneself and others as if we have the power to save us and all mankind. However
are many words, that in many cases have no consistency, because we are all good until we show you the stark truth.
speak to help others until our selfish needs make us forget the importance of the other acts and little ones are miserable, hiding the best we have to enjoy it just us ...
Our love is above all that we can raise the other, there arises a lot of communication within the couple to our own needs, fit our world in an alternate reality that must adapt to the circumstances, however we are unable to get in that situation if it is the other. Many
ideal feathering after dying at the first testing of the same. It is easy to deliver all in theory, concatenate words that sound inspiring, a very different reality is to give into concrete actions, not only material, but the same time, the patience, give ear, attention, deliver the right word, hold the other the worse it is and we need full.
We all like to feel good, and so we wash our sins daily with small acts that make us feel we've done our share for humanity, but life passes us by committing to actions far, with great campaigns, but not identify us, the truth is in our body and mind to the reality that we live, what exactly is the next of which we have.
There are many who struggle for chimeras distant and unable to consider requesting the neighbor looked good enough to be the most difficult struggles relate to the everyday, to learn to respect and value, well aware about the strengths and weaknesses we all have ...
life, that which we idealize and tired of drawing a positive image is built by learning to walk alongside others, accepting that in many cases competition will unfair, assuming there will always be those who want the top , learning to make agreements and establishing certain commitments.
And that life is built taking into account that the poorest are in the same path, waiting for the crumbs we leave, reaching out for assistance, asking real passion seems to be just in our speeches ...
The consistency is there in that corner of our lives, where the paths diverge and that is where we decide if we unfolded between the realities and utopias or live with others from the more brutal honesty that we provide ...
Everything goes far beyond what we give or not, the love that we take or fail in others, or we hear how much consideration to know that there is another who is concerned about us ...
The truth of who we are in silence, that we reflect on the deep mirror of life, where actions show true when they are born of the simple need to create a world that is connected with the sensitive side of the other worlds. Published in Journal
Prop, November 9, 2008
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