She was the incarnation of the moon, pale of a pearly color, blond, adorned with some white hair. Light pink lips, with blue and clear eyes which remember the sky or the water of a river that flows without interruption towards a better destination.
Beautiful and unreachable.
I, with my white clothes stained with black tears, was crying for a love that I could not reach. Tears have been visible on my face for days.
With my black bonnet and way of walking with my head down,
I thought I could go unnoticed in life.
How wrong was I?
It is life itself that spurs us to look at ourselves like a mirror. Thus I found myself reflected in a magnificent painting, exhibited in an antique shop. In the picture you could see a man walking in a large place, alone.
Earth and sky.
At a second glance I noticed that a blue bird accompanied him and a yellow flower was waiting for him at the end of his path.
Was I really all alone in my pain?
That image comforted me by giving me new hope and reminding me that I am alive.
I thought of all those life companions trying to encourage me on the way. My heart at the time wounded, could not handle all that warmth and it was like an impenetrable wall.
I thought at the time that only her hands would warm me,
but fate had more in store.
Now, looking back, I was grateful for my peers. I went to see them that same day and hugged them while crying. I was welcomed with open arms and the pain melted away, giving space to a positive feeling of acceptance and understanding.
The next day, I tried to figure out who or what the yellow flower was. A cute dog came to me, all cheerful and cuddly. I caressed him a little, until he led me in front of a solid wooden door, with a window facing towards the outside world.
The sun made room for the rain. All cold and tired, I played the doorbell of the house.
What irony was in my fate that evening:
it was the young woman of the Moon who opened the door.
Amazed, I realized that something was lurking beneath this unlikely coincidence.She made me sit at the table and fed me, under the protective gaze of her tender dog.
After the meal, still a little confused and intoxicated by the wine, she accompanied me to the door but suddenly I stopped in front of the photo of a little girl with ebony hair.
She smiled with her thin lips and missing teeth. Something grew inside me and came out.
A pain mixed with joy. My hand in front of my face as I started to cry, to sob, barely supporting myself, I slipped slowly towards the floor.
Luna told me that she was her sister, married to a farmer by the will of their parents. She also told me that her sister had always kept in her heart, a space for her first love.
We both understood the situation.
,
She asked if I was the one who had given to her sister a ring made from thin twig strands.
I nodded with a wistful look.
We were two dreamers. Except that I, in the pain of her marriage, I threw myself into thinking about someone else. Even though I didn’t really care and I didn’t know it was going to lead me to her. Christine, on the other hand, she clung to the love she had for me, keeping my ring in the suffering of all these years. Hoping to see myself heroic, on a white horse to come and get her, to save her.
Eventually I found out that her husband was mistreating her, but I could not intervene.
It was Christine who was called to embrace the strength that was in her and understand
that she deserved better.
Respect for herself had to emerge and reclaim her place.
Life is one. It presents us with choices on which we must ponder and ask ourselves:
“Am I living or am I surviving?”
Thus grasping the reins of our life,
riding towards a better future.
So we did. Architects of our destiny, which at the same time was intrinsic to divine moments and angelic revelations that instilled us with courage.
Life is but a handful of sand which with a breath escapes us far away.
Be today what you wish to be. Appreciate the people by your side and be grateful, because everything every good and perfect gift is from above. There may be times to wait, encounters marked by destiny, wait for it and approach it with courage. Do not be afraid of making mistakes: this is how you learn and how you can lift up others. Let us commit to living a life without regrets.
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