The worst fatigue we can suffer is that of the soul. While the body is tired we are ready to repair the fainting with a restful rest and we know that the body balance is restored, sooner or later. However, when what is tired is the illusion, dreams, the desire to love and even those of being loved ... there is nothing that can get us out of the deep gap where everything has lost interest.
If we knew how to keep our small portion of enthusiasm safe we could turn to our particular pantry and take out a piece. Sometimes with little enough. Others it is necessary to use all the orza to rescue us from the disaster. What is certain is that the solution, as the problem is in us. No one can be taken out of hiding if they don't want to be seen. No one can inject passion if their heart is empty. Nobody impel action if their mobility is non-existent.
It is difficult to react when one is down because the force that accompanies us when the soul smiles does not appear when we need a hug. But in any case even if what surrounds us is conducive to us and everyone wants to help us, the best help is in our own wisdom. In releasing the nectar of the pure spirit that constitutes us; in getting in touch with the very center of the heart to ask for help.
There are other forces that accompany us, perhaps invisible, but not intangible. We can see them with the eyes of intuition that warns in another sensory plane and identify the signs that indicate the way.
When in spite of everything one is unable to overcome his own jail, when the forces really do not assist us and the heart resists to follow the usual rhythm ... then we have no choice but to go to those who have left and protect us from The other side of the shore. There is no choice but to sing a song of help alerting them of our need; the rest is done because your answer is always a tough end to hold on to.
Tracing becomes a road that we must build ourselves ... little by little, no matter the time. It only matters what we gain from day to day to sadness and the piece of smile that we will be drawing on our face to give it to us when we look in the mirror.
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The Tiredness of the Soul
