Buddha dixit...

No creais en nada simplemente porque lo diga la tradición, ni siquiera aunque muchas generaciones de personas nacidas en muchos lugares hayan creído en ello durante muchos siglos.

No creais en nada por el simple hecho de que muchos lo crean o finjan que lo creen.

No creais en nada sólo porque así lo hayan creído los sabios de otras épocas.

No creais en lo que vuestra propia imaginación os propone cayendo en la trampa de pensar que Dios os inspira.

No creais en lo que dicen las sagradas escrituras sólo porque ellas lo digan.

No creais a los sacerdotes ni a ningún otro ser humano.

Creed unicamente en lo que vosotros mismos habeis experimentado, verificado y aceptado, después de someterlo al dictamen de la razón y a la voz de la conciencia.



Our scars...

Scars; they seem so beautiful at times.
I’ve got many, deep and shallow.
They aren’t self-inflicted, well consciously they aren’t. They cover my arms, my legs, even my fingers are painted with them.
To others it might seem like a cry for help or a careless attitude but for me it’s my whole life story engraved on me.
Every scar, every bruise has a life of its own and a space in my heart.
They either remind me of a place or a person.
Sadly, there is no magic wand to rub them off of your body.
Even if they fade away over the years, the impact still stays there in your head. The mental scars are the worst of its kind.
They haunt you even in your dreams. These scars cause you to stay stuck at a point of your life where you’re unable to move or breathe.
At some point of time your soul is so heavily bruised that the physical pain is nothing but a mere pinch.
This is the time where you start feeling like an outsider in your own life and when you look down at yourself you realize how helpless you are and how stagnant you’ve become.
Every scar you look at is bursting with frustration. It’s screaming to bleed out.
But then something strange happens over time, you start to admire them and appreciate them.
Why? It is because you realize that these very scars show you how far you’ve come.
It shows you that you may have faced hurdles but you still have a long way to go.
It tells you not to give up even if every inch of your body is marked and dashed, to celebrate the scars instead.
Even if you don’t make it in the end at least you have something to show to the world that you never backed down.

Paulo Coelho

May be not who I am, sure the way to who I am.

ernesto oso

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