14 May Small letter to men 3

I was with Leticia, my 5-year-old cousin on a beach in Piauí on a beautiful March morning. Me, in my beach chair and she making sandcastles by my side.

It was sunshine, a cool breeze was blowing, and no clouds in the sky.

I had been sitting on that sand for a long time and building castles that the sea would destroy.

While I feel in my cocoon, talking to my darkness, I think I have built several castles that life would destroy. Castle of certainty, castle of rigidity of thought, castle of judgment.

I reopened my facebook after 8 years.

There was an “I love you “ forgotten on the timeline.

But it was dusty, forgotten.

It is no longer something alive, palpable, warm-blooded.

It is just a decorative object in the back of the mind.

It created a spider web, lost its validity.

I have a lot of stories to tell.

I almost took the bouquet once. It was at a cousin’s wedding in the city of Floriano. And it was even more difficult. It was a game in which the bride threw several keys in the air and they fell to the floor. Only one of them opened a transparent box where the bouquet was. I took the right key and opened the box.

I was proposed too. He said we were going to get married in Las Vegas. That we were going to laugh a lot in the new apartment.

In fact, several times I was asked to marry, but only one was worth it.

I remained beautiful, smart and funny, but no longer for him. And I promised myself that next time I wouldn’t make the same mistake.We both were wrong.But this is the advantage with youth: having all the time of the world to make mistakes and learn with it.

More than feeling special, I thought that what everyone wants is for someone to do something crazy, at least once.

I stopped wanting to understand, measure, judge and just feel. It only concerns them. Love is love. And that’s it. And that explains itself.

I saw in a book by a famous coach that there are women who bore men because they don’t have a life of their own, passions, accept anything. I thought: does it still exist?

I am sure of one thing. I will continue to cultivate my life so that it will be as interesting as possible for me.

Reading, writing, meditating, and laughing.Laugh heals many things as possible.

Did you laugh today?