BLOGGING CHALLENGE | PART-05 DAY 12 | Have you been stabbed in the back or have you been stabbed in the back? Metaphorically.
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¿Has apuñalado por la espalda o te han apuñalado por la espalda? Metafóricamente.
We are not perfect, no one is made to be a good human being like cartoons or Disney movies portray, we make mistakes, we ask for forgiveness and we make mistakes again. Sooner or later, no one will give us another second chance and when that day comes, we will realize that we are just like the rest of the world.
I have stabbed, unfortunately I have. Which I really regret, maybe the insecurities inside us causes pain to other people, to people who love us and give us all that is good.
Mistakes make the wise, but how many mistakes do we have to make to understand what is right and wrong? I have a theory, there are strong people, capable of fighting in the face of adversity, but such strength is questionable when push comes to shove.
On the other hand, there are weak people, but when you look at the other side of the coin you will find a feline that is ready to attack. Anyway, everything is questionable from our point of view, but to come to understand is the virtue.
No somos perfectos, nadie está hecho pare ser una ser humano bueno como lo pintan las caricaturas o las películas de Disney, nos equivocamos, pedimos perdón y volvemos a equivocarnos. Tarde o temprano, nadie nos dará otra segunda oportunidad y cuando llegue ese día, nos daremos cuenta que somos como el resto del mundo.
He apuñalado, desgraciadamente lo he hecho. Cosa que realmente me arrepiento, tal vez las inseguridades de nuestro interior ocasiona dolor a otras personas, a personas que nos aman y nos dan todo lo que está bien.
Las equivocaciones hacen al sabio, pero ¿Cuántas equivocaciones debemos cometer para comprender lo que es el bien y el mal? Tengo una teoría, existe gente fuerte, capaz de luchar ante las adversidades, pero tal fortaleza es cuestionable a la hora de la verdad.
Por otra parte, existe la gente débil, pero cuando mira el otro lado de la moneda te encontrarás con un felino que está listo para atacar. En fin, todo es cuestionable desde nuestro punto de vista, pero llegar a entender es la virtud.
That day, when I hurt a person I felt like a failure. Someone who didn't love herself, someone who was frustrated inside and the only way I could make myself feel better was to hurt a person who really loved me.
I can't forget what I did, maybe it's the past that I will always be dragging around, but I have managed to change that side of me. I apologized and never did it again, but human beings are cruel and no matter how much you change, it doesn't mean that someone else will because of your actions.
I have felt the knife many times in my back, I always get hurt when I least expect it and I can never get used to it. It's painful and suffocating, you get to a point in your life that the human race disappoints you to such an extent that it's not worth continuing to believe in honesty and love for your fellow man.
However, on every path there is a faint light that illuminates you and creates a shadow, you feel that you are accompanied and that your life becomes meaningful. The warmth touches your body so that you feel protected, comforted and listened to, that's when faith keeps burning. From that day I met that beautiful little light, my life changed.
I continue to struggle in creating what many lack, sometimes I fall and a dark aura of rancor and envy surrounds me, but I just close my eyes and think of my light, my sweet light and all the evil vanishes like dust, then my question to you is do you have your light.
Ese día, cuando lastimé a una persona me sentí una fracasada. Alguien que no se amaba, alguien que estaba frustrado por dentro y la única manera que podía hacerme sentir mejor era lastimar a una persona que realmente me quería.
No puedo olvidar lo que hice, tal vez sea el pasado que siempre estaré arrastrando, pero he logrado cambiar ese lado de mí. Me disculpé y no lo volví hacer más nunca, pero el ser humano es cruel y por más que tu cambies, no quiere decir que alguien más lo hará por tus actos.
He sentido el cuchillo muchas veces en mi espalda, siempre me lastiman cuando menos me lo esperan y nunca podré acostumbrarme. Es doloroso y asfixiante, llegas un momento de tu vida que la raza humana te decepciona a tal punto que no vale la pena seguir creyendo en la honestidad y el amor al prójimo.
Sin embargo, en todo camino hay una tenue luz que te alumbra y crea una sombra, sientes que estás acompañada y que tu vida cobra sentido. El calor toca tu cuerpo de manera que te sientes protegida, reconfortada y escuchada, es ahí cuando la fe sigue ardiendo. Desde ese día que conocí esa pequeña y hermosa luz, mi vida cambió.
Sigo luchando en crear lo que a muchos les falta, a veces me caigo y me rodea un oscuro aura de rencor y envidia, pero solo cierro los ojos y pienso en mi luz, en mi dulce luz y todo la maldad se desvanece como polvo, entonces mi pregunta para ti es ¿tienes tu luz?
Thanks for making it this far. This is my day 12 of part 05. Take the time to read about this challenge through the following link Blogging challenge.
Gracias por llegar hasta acá. Este es mi día 12 de la parte 05. Tómate el tiempo de leer sobre éste reto a través del siguiente enlace Blogging challenge.
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Muy interesante tu punto de vista, que bueno que puedes reconocer que lo hiciste estuvo mal y te felicito por ello, no todo el mundo acepta su errores. Bendiciones para ti
Igualmente🥰🙏
I would answer that my light comes and goes. It is not there permanently, only when I make it possible to recognise my dark side. Life is dynamic and the problems you encounter last as long as you live. There is no end point at which one has made it, it is a continuous moving and becoming aware. With enough stillness between activities. There is nothing you can make of yourself that is not already there. One event is finished and each new one is like a blank page of paper. Disappointments or regrets are difficult companions on the path. Spontaneity is an art, I would say, and the best companion I can think of.
Greetings to you.