There are people who with their own presence permeate environments, as if their being exhaled aromas that come to touch fibers to help me remember who I am.
Sometimes it seems to me that some of these beings play a role as if they were more rooted in their true essence to make their way.
So on a common day some years ago I heard for the first time the voice of Andrea Bocelli the impact was such that her music made me cry, but not because of sadness or pain, as if my heart had been frozen for some time and drops of tenderness would sprout to Through his musical notes.
At the beginning I was a little scared, that a simple melody would produce things without explanation in my being.
It is a wonderful gift to discover that there are many things that can make my heart vibrate.
It is admirable to discover how the capacity to love has no limits.
For a long time I was a depressive person who sought to fill gaps through relationships, but it occurred to me to begin the mastery of being, to direct my priorities towards spiritual awakening, so subtle changes were taking place.
I could tell as if my dating or couples had long worked as candy lollipops of which required daily doses for the balance or control of my life, I start with the mastery and most of the time it looks as if I was diagnosed with diabetes, palettes are not allowed, but not as imposition, but to release that attachment to someone else confirming me, complete me as a human being.
It is very curious how one can be addicted to love relationships, live conditioned on how much love one is receiving, or how many times they have broken our hearts.
Turning all the feeling towards a person or object sometimes makes us forget about ourselves, but in the sense of wanting to live life through the eyes of someone who is not you, like when you stop living for yourself and start living for someone else
But well I committed to my spiritual awakening looking to live in freedom, so life is presenting me with situations to do with them mastery.
She is addicted to falling in love, without intending to leave it was leaving the sweet addiction.
I almost dared to say that everything bad and everything good about relationships has happened to me, so it became clear how it is possible to experience more forms of love.
The apparent abstinence was awakening a love for everything that made me feel alive music, exercise, nature, among others.
Those drops of tenderness with which Bocelli touched my heart were only the beginning to experience something more true.
Love is the purest and most real thing that exists, it is always there manifesting itself in many ways, it has no owner, it just hopes to be recognized.
What love looks like ... it can be in a very simple situation, listening to your loved ones, accompanying them.
For example, days ago I had to see in public transport a dad who took his girl to school, maybe I had never stopped to observe, but the love radiated by the company those roles of caring and gratitude create as a complicity between these people so for me it was so palpable that tears of tenderness sprouted me, and then I realized that I was following my descent, and that it is a relief to wear black glasses.
Rather than trying to conceptualize love, discovering all its forms is wonderful as if perhaps the whole game is only about the heart being a muscle to exercise.
What a blessing to witness such beauty.
