Wednesday, April 26, 2017

To my mom



You dont know my pain.....
You don't know why or how often I cry.
I'm not doing this because I'm wanting people to put aside time to feel sorry or anything for me.
I'm not craving attention or special treatment
I'm not trying to get back at those who tested me badly but sadly
I'm doing this for me.
Because
I'm hurt.
Hurt from years of trying my best to hide that, this person in which I am from people who I felt would hate me
hurt from years of putting myself up for randsom
so others would never experience what I'm feeling now
Long ago I had a dream that something or someone had to give in order for me to be free.
" In life, some humans must be sacrificed, some freedoms must be surrendered and sometimes that sacrifice is yourself."
If only you could feel
what Im feeling right now
and after my so constant struggle Im here
Im still wondering how
How life has pushed me to the edge'
pain rocked me back and forth
I had the map all along
I was tempted off my course
So I chose to write a letter
and leave it to those who care
people who have always liked me
those who genuinely care
Im writing one letter and
leaving copies behind
I think I want everyone to understand my struggle in time
it was hard and I thought that i knew what to do
but i cant get it together
i feel Im finally through
So Im sitting here with 10 bottles of pills
crying heavily with a slight smile
and my body is in chills
I remember I tried to please you
and in the process I lost myself
I gave everyone everything i had
And now I have nothing left
I know when they find me
there's gonna be so many tears
now they will know how I've been feeling for so many years
Some of you will never get it
but this pain is for real and if I could make it better I would
but this hurt is so real
This isnt new to me
it didn't just cloud me now
the only friend I have don't even care
see, this didnt start bothering me now
Guys I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy
I tried I promised I did
but my emotions have won this fight
my life has own total darkness
Im happy I've found my light
This isnt about sexuality
or where Id rather be or about the wants and the needs
the dual sexes I tried to please
the struggle, the success
the hard times nevertheless
but its about me...
I wanted to live for me............


Tuesday, April 25, 2017

NAMASTE



Si te amo,
no te amo por tus ojos inmensos.

Te amo, por tus silencios,
que me recuerdan de donde vengo
y a donde voy.

Si te amo,
no te amo porque me  pertenezcas.

Te amo porque vienes libre,
por los caminos de la vida.

Si te amo,
no te amo por un papel escrito.

Te amo por el misterio que me une a ti.

Si te amo,
no te amo en un cotidiano gris.

Te amo es un instante, que se hace infinito.

Si te amo,
necesito el aire que besa tus labios.

Si te amo,
mi vida recorre tus venas, como un caballo sin riendas.

Si te amo,
me pierdo en ti, y me encuentro en tu centro.

Si te amo,
es que no amo los equinoccios de mi mente,
que a solas me poseen y me devoran.

Si te amo,
la locura que envenena mi mente,
se disipa entre tus rizos.

Si te amo,
amo los cielos, y mis sueños tocan el paraíso.

Si te amo, y me amas,
escalo por tu cuerpo y bajo a lo más profundo de ti.

Si te amo, y me amas,
acaricio tus curvas y beso cada centímetro de tu piel.

Si te amo,
No te amo, en un soliloquio de café y postre de manzana.

Te amo intensamente en un frenesí.

Si te amo,
No te amo en un imposible.

Te amo, como un regalo de Dios.

Si te amo,
No te comprendo. No me entiendo.

No encuentro preguntas. Todas las respuestas son tú.

Si te amo,
amo la lluvia, cuando recorre tu rostro de perfil.

Si te amo,
es que nunca amanece.



Shhhhhh








Permite que el silencio te hable; 
permite luego que el silencio hable por tí. 
Y permite, finalmente, que el silencio 
sea nada más que silencio:
la verdadera voz de tu naturaleza original.



You


Emptiness


Yes my room feels empty... Emptiness is not bad... 

Three common misunderstandings of emptiness: emotional, ethical and meditative.

Emotional

When we say “I feel empty,” we mean we are feeling sad or depressed. Emotionally speaking, “emptiness” is not a happy word in English, and no matter how often we remind ourselves that Buddhist emptiness does not mean loneliness or separateness, that emotional undertow remains. At various times I have looked for a substitute translation for the Sanskrit sunyata — I have tried “fullness,” “spaciousness,” “connectedness,” and “boundlessness” — but as Ari Goldfield points out, “emptiness” is the most exact translation. “Emptiness” is also the term that my own teacher Shunryu Suzuki used, though he usually added context. Once, speaking of emptiness he said, “I do not mean voidness. There is something, but that something is something which is always prepared for taking some particular form.” Another time, speaking of the feeling tone of emptiness, he said, “Emptiness is like being at your mother’s bosom and she will take care of you.”

Ethical

Some Buddhist students rationalize or excuse bad behavior of their teacher by asserting that through his understanding of emptiness the teacher is exempt from the usual rules of conduct. One student said, “Roshi lives in the absolute so his behavior can’t be judged by ordinary standards.” While it is true that Buddhist teachers sometimes use unusual methods to awaken their students, their motivation must come from compassion, not selfishness. No behavior that causes harm is acceptable for a Buddhist practitioner, teacher or otherwise.

Meditative

Some Buddhist students think that a meditative state without thought or activity is the realization of emptiness. While such a state is well described in Buddhist meditation texts, it is treated like all mental states — temporary and not ultimately conducive to liberation. Actually emptiness is not a state of mind at all; it is, as the Dalai Lama says, simply “the true nature of things and events.” This includes the mind. Whether the mind of the meditator is full of thoughts or empty of them, this true nature holds.


Finally, since emptiness seems so difficult to understand, why did the Buddha teach it at all? It is because of his profound insight into why we suffer. Ultimately we suffer because we grasp after things thinking they are fixed, substantial, real and capable of being possessed by ego. It is only when we can see through this illusion and open ourselves, in Ari Goldfield’s words, “to the reality of flux and fluidity that is ultimately ungraspable and inconceivable” that we can relax into clarity, compassion and courage. That lofty goal is what makes the effort to understand emptiness so worthwhile.

Gratitude ... V




I want to let you know that I love you, and I have learned a lot from this "relationship". I promise you that I will do my best to make you feel loved and secure, even though there are a lot of miles between us.
Thank you for making my life so much more meaningful and giving me this chance to tell you what love means to me. 

Now is the hardest part for me to do. I have to say goodbye... I love you with my heart and soul and I want you to know that I will really miss you. 

 It is impossible to rid myself of all my feelings, of all this sorrow that weighs down on me like bricks sinking to the ocean’s sandy bottom. I see myself floating in the great abyss of anguish and it is all I can do to keep from drowning. Maybe I should stop trying to stay afloat. Maybe I should let the current of regret and memories wash me away.

Before you go, let me remind you of that you are leaving behind a girl with the ability and the desire to love you unconditionally. A girl who will never question her feelings, who will do and has done everything for you that’s humanly possible.

I sleep alone like I used to sleep before I met you. I forgot how lonely it was to wake up with no one there. I got so used to waking up to that sleeping face of an angel that now it haunts my dreams. In these dreams you are mine and no one else’s. 

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on the unsuspecting.

The memories of our happiness fade with each rainy day of solitude I endure. My love is steadfast. It is forever and because of this, it is deeply hideous. 

Life challenged us to deal with this to learn from each other and as everything in life, to take the best from it. I’ve learned so much of you and I’m grateful for having met you. You shined my life at different levels. You created such beautiful and wonderful feelings on me! You supported me and encouraged me so much, more than I did by myself. Grateful for having made us crossed in this life path.

Just remember you’re here to be happy, to love and to be loved with heart and soul baby. You deserve the best and I wish you get it at every level. Never accept less than what you deserve. Take everything that is not making you happy away from you, you won’t regret it. It might be painful but it’s necessary.

Please, take care of yourself. Don’t worry about replying if you’re going to say good bye or that you respect my decision, I appreciate that but please, don’t say it. Believe it or not your words will hurt, they’re hurting already. I know it baby, no worries. I’d wish to have met you in another life where I could love you as I dream to.
Always going to be you....

Why?



Love… it comes with the highest cost…pain. 
To love means to hurt, to feel sorrow and the constant struggle 
It attacks from every angle, feigning for tears and heartache. 
Fools fall in love, for they willingly submit themselves to despair, 


Why do we love? 
Why do we choose to believe in something that mocks every emotion? 
Is it fear itself, or human nature, survival instinct? 
Will science discover the reasoning for such insanity?  
Of all the worlds’ mysteries, love remains unsolved. 

I am in love, 
I am in pain, 
I have drained all hope 
Diminished all optimism for love, 
to drown in my own tears, alone 

Why do we love, more importantly…why do I? 
Am I scared to be alone, or am I trapped in sick game destined for failure? 
Do I enjoy pain, the taste of the salt on my tears. 
Or simply is it the desire to feel something magical. 

I am lost, I am alone 
I feel as if every gesture is unwanted, unnoticed 
My sadness consumes me, yet… 
I persist, I keep trying, 
To control the very demon that steals life from my beating heart, 
Love, is the devils’ game, and I am but a slave to its trickery.




Lonely



Lonely is not being alone, it's the feeling that no one cares.


April 25

Sometimes your ceiling is your best friend.
INVISIBLE 


Monday, January 16, 2017

If it hurts, it’s hurtful. Fullstop.



“Some people think it’s holding that makes one strong—sometimes it’s letting go.”


Never regret anyone who was a part of your life. Your experiences and relationships helped make you the person you are today. Sometimes it’s hard looking back, realizing what once was and what could never be again. But that’s what happens after a breakup. You start replaying everything that happened, from the little conversations that have stuck in your memory to the big fights that you have no idea why they started in the first place.

Some people say that it’s a sign of weakness to let go, that it’s the same thing as giving up. But I believe letting go can sometimes be a sign of strength. To let go of someone you love, to put yourself and your happiness first, to have the strength to make the hard decision when it’s easier to stay together. To let go of something you put so much effort into. That’s what it is. You’ve invested so much of yourself and your time into a relationship that’s simply not working out anymore. And no matter how hard you try and want it to work, it just doesn’t and it can’t.

Only a strong person is able to let go of memories, thoughts and emotions. Because letting go of them means letting go of the identities we’ve dressed ourselves in. And beautifully enough, only a strong person can learn to let go of other people. To overcome possessing other people is one of the most enlightening achievements we can aspire to.
Letting go will generate a sense of emptiness at the beginning, one that can be difficult to live with. Nevertheless, strength resides in our capability to face this emptiness and transform it into wholeness. To overcome fears of doubt and unfamiliarity.

I know I am strong because I’m ready to know what lies outside my comfort zone. I’m ready for freedom and I’m riding this roller coaster with an open heart and mind.

If we are still finding difficulty letting go, I suggest we openly ask ourselves who’s in control. Who has the power, the strength? Do things in our lives control us or do we control them?
Did you figure out the answer yet?

Some people believe holding on and hanging in there are signs of great strength. However, there are times when it takes much more strength to know when to let go and then do it.

The problem with the pain that comes from true love lost is that it takes time to form, to build upon itself and become realized. You don't just break your heart and learn your lesson. Heartbreak itself doesn't live in a single moment — hearts have the ability to chip and break apart almost infinitely.


When Someone You Love is Toxic – How to Let Go, Without Guilt

Everything they do is to keep people small and manageable. This will play out through criticism, judgement, oppression – whatever it takes to keep someone in their place. The more you try to step out of ‘your place’, the more a toxic person will call on toxic behaviour to bring you back and squash you into the tiny box they believe you belong in.

It is likely that toxic people learned their behaviour during their own childhood, either by being exposed to the toxic behaviour of others or by being overpraised without being taught the key quality of empathy. In any toxic relationship there will be other qualities missing too, such as respect, kindness and compassion, but at the heart of a toxic person’s behaviour is the lack of concern around their impact on others.

They come with a critical failure to see past their own needs and wants.
Toxic people have a way of choosing open, kind people with beautiful, lavish hearts because these are the ones who will be more likely to fight for the relationship and less likely to abandon.
Even the strongest people can find themselves in a toxic relationship but the longer they stay, the more they are likely to evolve into someone who is a smaller, less confident, more wounded version of the person they used to be.

Non-toxic people who stay in a toxic relationship will never stop trying to make the relationship better, and toxic people know this. They count on it. Non-toxic people will strive to make the relationship work and when they do, the toxic person has exactly what he or she wants – control. 

Families are a witness to our lives – our best, our worst, our catastrophes, our frailties and flaws. All families come with lessons that we need to learn along the way to being a decent, thriving human. The lessons begin early and they don’t stop, but not everything a family teaches will come with an afterglow. Sometimes the lessons they teach are deeply painful ones that shudder against our core.

Rather than being lessons on how to love and safely open up to the world, the lessons some families teach are about closing down, staying small and burying needs – but for every disempowering lesson, there is one of empowerment, strength and growth that exists with it. In toxic families, these are around how to walk away from the ones we love, how to let go with strength and love, and how to let go of guilt and any fantasy that things could ever be different. And here’s the rub – the pain of a toxic relationship won’t soften until the lesson has been learned.

In any healthy relationship, love is circular – when you give love, it comes back. When what comes back is scrappy, stingy intent under the guise of love, it will eventually leave you small and depleted, which falls wildly, terrifyingly short of where anyone is meant to be.
Healthy people welcome the support and growth of the people they love, even if it means having to change a little to accommodate. When one person in a system changes, whether it’s a relationship of two or a family of many, it can be challenging. Even the strongest and most loving relationships can be touched by feelings of jealousy, inadequacy and insecurity at times in response to somebody’s growth or happiness. We are all vulnerable to feeling the very normal, messy emotions that come with being human.

The difference is that healthy families and relationships will work through the tough stuff. Unhealthy ones will blame, manipulate and lie – whatever they have to do to return things to the way they’ve always been, with the toxic person in control.

If you try to leave a toxic person, things might get worse before they get better – but they will always get better. Always.
Few things will ramp up feelings of insecurity or a need for control more than when someone questions familiar, old behaviour, or tries to break away from old, established patterns in a relationship. For a person whose signature moves involve manipulation, lies, criticism or any other toxic behaviour, when something feels as though it’s changing, they will use even more of their typical toxic behaviour to bring the relationship (or the person) back to a state that feels acceptable.

Sometimes toxic people will hide behind the defence that they are doing what they do because they love you, or that what they do is ‘no big deal’ and that you’re the one causing the trouble because you’re just too sensitive, too serious, too – weak, stupid, useless, needy, insecure, jealous – too ‘whatever’ to get it. You will have heard the word plenty of times before. 

The only truth you need to know is this: If it hurts, it’s hurtful. Fullstop.

Walking away from a toxic relationship isn’t easy, but it is always brave and always strong. It is always okay. And it is always – always – worth it. This is the learning and the growth that is hidden in the toxic mess.
Letting go will likely come with guilt, anger and grief for the family or person you thought you had. They might fight harder for you to stay. They will probably be crueller, more manipulative and more toxic than ever. They will do what they’ve always done because it has always worked. Keep moving forward and let every hurtful, small-hearted thing they say or do fuel your step.

You can’t pretend toxic behaviour away or love it away or eat it, drink it, smoke it, depress it or gamble it away. You can’t avoid the impact by being smaller, by crouching or bending or flexing around it. But you can walk away from it – so far away that the most guided toxic fuelled missile that’s thrown at you won’t find you.


One day they might catch up to you – not catch you, catch up to you – with their growth and their healing but until then, choose your own health and happiness over their need to control you. 

Saturday, December 24, 2016

There isn’t a day goes by, when I don’t think about you, or wish you were here.



Dear Dad,

Thank you for treating me with the respect all women deserve and teaching me that all women deserve respect. Thank you for raising me in a way where the only “daddy issue” I have is holding all men to a high standard. For coming home and not plopping down on the couch with a beer because you were under some misconception that you were the only one who had a long day.  

Thank you for teaching me the value of hard work and that jobs are not gendered. Thank you for expecting me to take out the recycling, empty the dishwasher, and lift my own suitcase. For never treating me like a delicate flower just because I am a girl.

Thank you for believing in me when I did not believe in myself. For expecting more from me than I thought possible but you knew achievable. Thank you for never being disappointed in me when my best fell short of the goal and for defining success by effort not benchmarks. Thank you for allowing me to follow my dreams even when they are not something you understand.

Thank you for running with me. For slowing your pace and valuing togetherness over speed. For checking the weather where I am and calling to tell me I shouldn’t run in that heat. Thank you for showing up when you could. To track meets and school conferences, but also in daily life. There is a difference between being physically present and being an active participant. Thank you for knowing the difference. Thank you for being perceptive enough to know when I needed you to stand silently as I mentally prepared for an approach, or embrace me after a bad attempt. You might not have always gotten it right, but the fact that you cared enough to try is all that counts.

Thank you for learning to not be afraid of my tears. For calling me on my bullshit and giving me perspective. Thank you for never making me feel small.

Thank you for letting me be myself. For not pressuring me to follow in your footsteps. For pep talks. For expecting a lot from me, but never too much. Thank you for not spoiling me. For saying no to me. For yelling at me when I text while crossing the street. For teaching me the satisfaction of earning things myself through dedication and grit. Thank you for teaching me humility. For leading by example.

Thank you for teaching me what a quality man is. For setting me up to value myself and respect myself and never settle. To make good decisions. For teaching me to protect myself and making me feel safe. Thank you for teaching me that I am an equal and for giving me freedom even when I’m sure it was terrifying for you. Thank you for never letting me fear the world and for making me feel that the world is mine for the taking if I put in the work.

Most of all, thank you for recognizing that the best thing you can do for a little girl is to instill in her a fiery sense of possibility by telling her that she can do anything!!!!

Tomorrow is my birthday Dad
But I can only feel sad

Realization has finally hit.
And now with my pain I sit.

The nightmare is real.
My wounds they did not heal.

A day of celebration ahead
for once a day I dread.

Now that I come to understand
That you won't hold my hand

Tell me how to handle this
All I can do is reminisce.

I wish to hear your voice.
For us to rejoice.

Just a hug, another dance
Perhaps another chance.

But in the darkness I see
This year, you won't be with me...

As I grow older, no matter whose love gives me happiness – I will always be my daddy’s little princess. I miss you dad.

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