Vilaza my hope ...
try to understand what or who is hidden in the veil of the unknown, that which makes sense only from time to time on the horizon, hidden in the trunk of an old attic, in the steep aisles of a legendary castle or in the confines of the unfathomable sky. On many occasions, the only answer we get to our incessant questions is a deafening silence, far away ... does not lend itself to offer any expliación. Therefore, discouragement sometimes assumes a very important role in ourselves. Gradually, our hopes are dashed by the limited world of sense until, without realizing too, we lose the excitement and threw overboard hours and hours of dedication and effort.
be honest, sometimes I wonder if it's worth fighting for something that will probably never get to touch, or to demonstrate empirically. But there is another part of me that vibrates when falters and struggles incessantly against discouragement and neglect. This part encourages me and rekindled my concerns to not easily fall into the jaws of the unknown. That part of me advocating the spirit of improvement and to keep firm those illusions faithfully share with great friends, who consider the reflection of my being. We understand and get a glimpse of this "other reality" can be complicated, relatively impossible ... but, just as it says one of our most popular proverbs; "Consistency is the key to success" , And in many cases self-limiting ourselves, we mark our own borders and renounce the time to move on, and do, even unconsciously.
Who knows if tomorrow we can glimpse the other hand, when our bodies are consumed and that our consciousness is dissipated in the largest gap. However, I can be completely convinced, it always endure the satisfaction of having worked hard to learn the farthest tip of the iceberg. And we will be transmitted from generation to generation, encouraging future seekers of the unusual. And it will be until the dawn of time ... at least I am hopeful. Animo
, and my heartfelt support to all seekers of the impossible, or who are simply trying to keep track of a past that still has many things to tell us quietly.
"Only when the tunnel is in utter darkness, is when you can start light again"
Thanks Ignacio, thanks Julian, thanks George, thanks Copernicus ... Thanks to ALL who have supported me and keep on doing it unconditionally, despite the time and distance.
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