The beginning of the year was troubled, the rare happy moments and many disappointments that I'll break your heart in two, and you can not rincollare the pieces, but a voice inside tells you that you have to do as we sometimes do not never have to end, life should be lived with courage, love even when you feel unloved, because that stops loving their impoverished existence. We love without considering that the intensity of feeling makes us vulnerable, no matter continue to love.
Never lose hope in life should not be overwhelmed by adversity, they strengthen us. We can be hurt, to pieces, like the warrior after a hard fight in which has been defeated and he risked his life, then retreats to heal the wounds and preparing to be reborn to face the world boldly, to start life anew.
I met several friends and all, more or less, are in difficulties in family relationships, at work ... some seem to be on the verge of giving up, try too much from life and then dedicate it to them and to you women of all ages that I read a book written by Jack Crowd was able to deeply understand the feminine universe. The title is "Women in Renaissance and thank Valentina that made me know, I liked these lines from the first moment when I read them:
More sunsets, most of the flight a bird, the wonderful thing of all is a woman in rebirth. When they stand up after the catastrophe, after the fall. What one says is over. No, never finished, for a woman. A woman always gets up, even when he does not believe, even if you do not want. I speak not only of the immense pain of those injured by anti-personnel mine that gives you the death or illness. I'm talking about you, that this period never ends, you're playing there in a difficult job, which is a test every morning, worse at school. You, implacable judge of yourself, as your boss that you decide if you will look at or if you have to condemn.
So every day, and this novitiate never ends. It is you who you last. Or talk about you, you're afraid even to sleep with a man that you are terrified that a story will take off the air, because you do not flirt with anyone from entering the terror that someone in your life. Worse, if we remain caught in the middle you, then you suffer like a dog. Are you tired there is always someone with whom you have to justify that you want to change, or that you have to change for you tenertelo close.
So you're cultivating the loneliness inside. Yet you tell it, I will also say when you talk to the other: "I'm fine. I'm okay, I'm better this way. " And the sky falls by another palm.
Or with the guy you love to distraction. In man we've thrown in the soul, and it's been so long, there have thrown so much blood that one day you begin to look for you in the mirror because you do not know who you become.
Whatever the case, now you're here and I know there was a moment that you looked down and my feet were in cement. Wherever I was, we were close: In your story, your work, in your solitude. And it was a crisis. And you cried. As God cry! Do you have a water source in the stomach. You cried as you walked into a crowded street, subway station, on the motorcycle. So, suddenly. You could not hold him. And that night you took the car and you drive for hours, because the air dark you wipe your cheeks? And then you've dug, you have spoken. As you speak, girls! Tears and words. To understand, to pull off a six-meter long root that gives meaning to your pain. "Why do it? How is it that I always repeat the same pattern? Am I mad? "If you are asked for all.
Then go down with the bulldozer in your story, two-, four-hands, and jump out thousands of pieces. An intricate puzzle. Here, this is where it starts. Did not you know? It is from that large liver that you want us to look like that, fragmented in a thousand confetti, it starts again. Why does a woman again, however, has an instinct inside that will drag on and on.
You will need a strategy, you'll need to invent a new form for your new you. Because you are destined to meet again, to introduce yourself. You can no longer be what it was before. Before the bulldozer. Do not you excited? You will attract interest slowly. Falling in love again, of themselves, or do it for the first time, it's like a diesel. Party plan, we must insist. But when you go, go in the race.
is an adventure, to rebuild themselves. The largest. No matter where you start if from the house, the color of the curtains or the haircut. I have always adored women in rebirth, for this wonderful way of proclaiming to the world "are new" skirt with a flower, or a fresh curl. Why everyone should understand and see, "Beware: the site is open. We are also working for you. But most of all for ourselves. " More
of sunrises, most of the sun, a woman in rebirth is the greatest wonder. To the person who meets and for herself. It's spring in November. When you least expect it. (Jack Crowd)
In these days of the end of January is very cold, the sky is often cloudy, but for women in the rebirth of the sun reappears and is already spring.
