In these days when my health has not been very good to say, I have tried to lead with the best humor possible. Wanting to learn from because I have tried to distinguish the disease from suffering pain, but sometimes it is easy to see the differences.
ever read these words, I now like to discuss:
the pain is so overwhelming and inescapable, I watched, observed, confronted and tried to learn from it. I have come to the conclusion that pain is a great teacher. Cuando el dolor llega, los más firmes y racionales argumentos que hemos sostenido durante años, las más inflexibles posturas, se someten a gran prueba.
Es así que llegado el dolor, sólo lo verdadero permanece, y lo demás cae o se debilita grandemente. Este maestro es mal visto, y nadie quiere aprender de él
.El dolor obliga a una transformación, es una especie de puerta. Como tú imaginarás o habrás experimentado hay diferentes formas to cross it: faith, discernment, courage, will, hope, acceptance, and why not with the opposite: disbelief, ignorance, cowardice, lack of appetite, despair or denial, or the combination of several of these forms. What is indisputable is that this gate must be crossed, and if you stop to see how this world is quite clear that not once, but many.
Taking it to the pain as a teacher, we see what we can learn from him, what school has to offer us. If we do not accept his teaching, hence the result is called suffering.
This element is totally different from the pain. Reflect yourself now on their differences. You do not suffer immediately: pain first appears, and according to your human state reaction appears or no suffering.
Suffering is not necessarily a consequence of the pain, it is known that often chose to suffer if we do not have any pain.
In these difficult times, I find peace and quiet in this song of Lou Reed.
Wizard, take me in your wings
and gently away from the clouds ...
Sorry, I'm so sorry not to have spells,
just words to vanish
I want some magic to fade away I
a some magic to vanish
I count to five
turn around and find out that I am no longer here
Flying through the storm And
wake up in the calm Release me from
this body
This package moving inside me
permitíme leave this body far
I'm sick of looking at me
aching body I hate this
the disease has slowly worn.
Magician take my spirit
Inside I'm young and vital
Inside I'm alive, please take me
much to do - it's too soon
For my life is over
for this body to rot like that.
want some magic to stay alive
want a miracle ... I do not want to die
afraid I have to sleep and not wake up again
And never to be
Close your eyes, disappear
and dissolve into the mist.
Somebody please listen
I can not hold a cup of coffee in hand
My fingers are weak, things fall to me.
Inside I'm young and beautiful
It is too much to do
removed me to breath.
Doctor, you is not a magician - and I'm not a believer
need more than faith can give me
need to believe in miracles - not just in numbers
need magic to take me.
magic that I need to snatch
visit me in the starry night
to replace the stars, moon light - the sun was
make me fly into the storm
And wake up in the quiet.
Flight through the storm
And wake up in the quiet ...
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