Whispers

Part 3 Life is incredibly perfect. It doesn't matter if we feel flying or are crushed by the weight of it. Everything has an end, a reason and as long as we are in the air or underground we will not be able to understand reasons. It's a shame, because we would avoid so much suffering... Dharma says it, suffering exists, but pain is optional. I believe that the human mind is so wonderful that it can even create a system to “numb us” when the pain begins to become unbearable, the much-feared resignation appears or in not so fatalistic terms but with the same meaning, the comfort zone. "It's really not that bad, I understand it, he is like that, he is also hurt."

I lived there. For 11 years. I settled in, I learned to cope with the shortcomings and turned them into a normal, natural, total life, not everything can be had. Today I have to embrace the pieces that remained after 11 years, wounded pieces, without self-esteem, with the whispers of screams in my memory and fear on my skin. A Witch with wounds that opened again and again followed by thousands of forgiveness. I alone, and no one else, dedicated myself to tenderly caring for those wounds, hoping that the immense love that I kept in my heart would work a miracle. It never arrived. But the Dharma, again, reminded me of one of its most important principles, impermanence. Everything changes. Always. And my whispers changed, now I heard them very deep in the background, like you could hear a small cricket from the top of a cliff. Just a whisper was enough to... hear me. And from there he hit me. I held on. With teeth and nails. With open wounds, with dust in my eyes and skin tired of not being loved, of not being kissed, of not being touched.