How to Sew a Broken Soul

Without leaving space to sadness, I would like to remember my time in Glasgow. Small city, full of soul eaters in every corner. A place that can leave you naked with the biggest desire of warm yourself in a fireplace, that it will burn you from inside to outside. 

Just to clarify, I had a great time for exploration there, learning which were my limitations as a life fighter. I grown, far much than expected, never seen a place that get the most of me in the most painful way. I got lost, dye and resurrected, leaving my soul with some scars but no without purpose. I got the type of scars that make you stronger and grateful for these sunless mornings. To me, life put you what you need in order to be prepared for what is coming in the future, bad or good. No fact in your life is unnecessary. Every single person that you meet or obstacles to overcome have a reason. The reason sometimes is not visible and makes us think that any second that pass is unbearable to hold, and our hearts and souls will stop to work and blown in pieces. But theres come a deep breath, a big smile and a step forward. 

Approaching our end of the way, we should write a book, where we should write these reasons and leave it for our next generations, young souls, in order to learn that every fight and tear made us what we are, giving us a beautiful shield glow. Maybe that is the purpose, shine. The shinner that we are, the more we can see the path in front of us.

I couldn't find a more appropriate soundtrack for this entry, this song is from Passenger, and talks about Glasgow: Feather on the Clyde.

"Well I would swim but the river is so wide

And I'm scared I won't make it to the other side

Well God knows I've failed but He knows that I've tried

I long for something that's safe and warm

But all I have is all that is gone

I'm as helpless and as hopeless as a feather on the Clyde"

Reconectando

Aquí estoy de vuelta, con las neuronas que se dedicaban a mover mis pensamientos mas desquiciados un poco oxidadas con tanta agua que me entro por pasar años en las profundidades del mar mas siniestro y agotador.

El solo hecho de releer cada una de las entradas de este resucitado blog me hizo reencontrarme con esa alma vieja y loca que deje encerrada por unos años. Y que esta de vuelta para quedarse.

Reconexión seria el titulo del soundtrack de mi vida en este momento, reconectando los cables sueltos de mi cabeza y respirando profundamente ese aire fresco que me llega ahora que estoy en la playa, donde me boto la ola que me saco de ese mar imparable.

Creo que la felicidad es un bien que esta sobrevalorado, creemos que seremos felices si nuestros ideales y sueños se cumplen. Pero creo que no es así, que si queremos ser felices aun en circunstancias donde muchos objetivos no están cumplidos, lo podemos hacer. Hace tiempo que no me reía sin tener razón aparente y entender que la vida es para disfrutarla, y que cada decisión que tomemos tiene que ser para seguir en ese camino.  Si hacemos un circulo alrededor de todas estas cosas nos encontramos con la sensación mas completa a la que un ser vivo puede aspirar (observado desde mi planeta privado).

Fluir sin pensar demasiado es la receta que me ha funcionado, no preguntarme porque a mi, porque no, y porque si.

Y el soundtrack de este reencuentro seria (o mas bien una excusa para poner una canción que me gusta jaja):