I begin this text with the text of a writer named "Gladys Aquebeque":
Writing is digging deep into silence ...
When we love what we mean? (asks the reader)
1.Love of parents?
Couple's love?
Love of friends?
Own love?
As we see love in our lives, do we see it in every kind gesture? we think of love when we give a loving gesture, of course we see that from our point of view, but how does the person who receives it see it?
We have always thought that loving is a question in many variants of saying I love you and giving true gifts?
But how do we love if there is war? Be it social, economic, mental, etc ...
How do we love in spiritual, social, economic war ...?
There are many types of war, but of course listening to war we imagine the Second World War and an impossible love, such as "Anna Franck" an existential fantasy of impossible love at 14 and it may be true in many countries we live, we can not obviate the amount of political and social problems that we live on a daily basis in which we must let go a loved one (it is my case) but we do not speak only of my deep pain when speaking in texts, but that of many people that we love in war. ..
If there are deep pains in the soul that lead us to love in secret it happens to many of the sexual diversity and that is a type of love in war the "Social War" and that although for many that is not suffering for others if, many they suffer for the money that is their kind of love and it is not bad for them, in my case it is respected, for me the love you want to live if it makes you happy, because to achieve it is your goal, not mine ... Love in cases of diversity is a constant war and we do not know what to do to finish it and who are we to judge that? Why dedicate ourselves to live the lives of others if we have our own?
Each head is not a world, it is a great universe, diverse, parallel as you wish to call it and I am not an expert in this of love, I also suffer, I am just a person who feels from pain his love to the other, to the friend who left , to the love that went away, to the father who was not and things like that we live in every moment and we can let that love eat us or we can transform that energy into a lot of love to give ...
We can decide to be alone in the universe or learn to love a million miles away ...
There will be a million things that disappoint us of the loved ones and they will not be the only ones that will not do badly, if we decide to see ourselves in a mirror we will also be judged and we will be terrible if we really see who we are outside, we are not perfect or understandable Absolute but I continue in my constant struggle if we do not understand ourselves, how will we understand each other?
This is a war that is always present in someone from your neighborhood and it is the one of the mother who loves but does not have money, the young woman who loves and has no money or the young man in her case, it is really difficult to see those situations and your level of humility not being able to make that story different, we want to change the world but the change begins inside, we are the change but we must achieve it ... And it can not change only one we must change all, that I change does not take anyone out of their misery or poverty but if we change, we improve, we fight and we help there will be a difference of environment for that family ...
There is a love that we can not share that nobody can give us better than ourselves and it is self-love
That love we need to love others, love is the beginning of love to the one next to me when I love my energy and loves the universe and that's what comes back, loving me is to protect myself and take care of me outside of what can To be a quasi-centric and narcissistic to love is to start living and by loving ourselves we accept ourselves as we are and when we accept ourselves without trying to understand why we can let our life partner, our friends and family into our peace bubble ... etc we are more happy with ourselves and that's pleasant for the day to day ...
