Glad is the
one who never felt loneliness knocking at the chamber door. And alive are all the
others. Ancient knowledge tell us about living and happiness, death and return,
harmony and chaos, living and suffering. It sounds simple when told by someone’s
lips, but the truth seems far from ordinary.
Socrates,
the philosopher, was delighted to show mankind the guiding spirit inside each
one, or, how it came to be called, the “DAEMON” inside. Daemon shall not be
confused with malevolous christian demons, since the Daemon is a self-consciousness
entity with nothing but good intentions. In other ways, Daemon is part of us, a
blessing from the Origins, a companionship and guidance that allows us to
follow our path relying on these holy-selves. If we take it as truth, we’ll
find no sense in loneliness. We are enough for ourselves, and a complement for
another. And that’s it.
Nevertheless,
we grow up hungering for love and cherish. Most of times, we give our best to
get nothing in exchange. Unfair as it can be, we keep moving on, putting a fake
smile on face and trying to reach someone’s heart, hoping desperately a gentle
soul who will make us feel safe and true. And for a long while, we live using
the mask of normality (read The Raven’s Mask article), hiding ourselves behind
a wall of shame and sorrow. We barely realized it’s all superficial and
unnecessary, since the real sadness is lied on our tired folded wings.
Sometimes,
the sky is too blue. Sometimes, the brightness of sun is too sparkling to allow
eyes to see in front of them. Sometimes, the rainy clouds are to heavy to be
supported by such delicate wings. And sometimes, people just get tired of
flying so long by someone’s side. That’s just the way it is. We are all
ephemeral in this life, and so does everything about us.
And by that
time, when we see ourselves fallen into the rough ground, we feel like we might
never fly that way again. We think about our broken wings and the reason why
they suddenly feel so oppresive, the same wings that once made us felt like
gods, flying above any problem, with such a pride that can only be overwhelmed
by the sky we used to flight on. But the truth is, we might not be considering
the possibility of just being tired. Just tired of flying, because something hit
us so hard, that we felt impossible to keep going. But it doesnt mean there’s
something wrong about us.
The wings
are not broken, but our heart is. We still have that desire of trusting, we
still desire to love and be loved, and take care and be cared, that’s the
meaning of these wings. But it can only be reached when the heart is healed,
because it is the fountain of all conquests and all goodness we may try in
life.
To achieve
confidence again is painful and demands fully commitment to yourself and to the
one you gave the chance of healing your heart. Even so, you might get
disappointed and restart all over, never missing the dream of happiness. It’s
dangerous, yet fabulous.
A sweet
song called “Sanctuary”, sung by Utada Hikaru says: Nothing is whole and
nothing is broken. It’s certainly a message for we all who aspire for spreading
the wings again, moved by the will of the heart. Because we need one another,
and nobody can harm us, if we understand that our world doesn’t stop because
someone pulled us to the ground.
Don’t be
afraid of flying again, of trusting again. The most important person of your
life will listen when your heart calls, and won’t let you fall.
To
illustrate, this is a song of my favorite japanese group, Aqua Timez, subbed in
spanish. It is named “Alones”, and it’s about fragile folded wings and the way
we can suddenly be healed of our fears, when we appreciate the beautiful things
in life and the kind people around us.
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