Free at last, free at last

I have done my time for now and freedom as come to me.

Sweet and beautiful freedom.

Deprived of me as well , I can now take long breaths..

Inhale quietude.

Exhale peacefulness.

Everything is as it should be.

The days turn into nights, as fast as  lightning .

And the nights turn into dust as our hopes wither with the sight at days coming .

A never ending cycle, that has come to it´s end.

As for know and until the next time, Iam free.

For the keys to my freedom are well kept within him.

So for know I am free.

Sound of silence

I was asked today, by a friend, what I did in my moments of silence.

If they were few and apart or constant, like breathing, for example.

I thought it was a very intriguing question.

Even the way she asked, there was something about that question that got me thinking.

I´am very much aware of my moments of silence.

There´s times that I feel good in them, others not so much.

I supposed it´s like that with everyone really.

Never the less I wonder if  one can really say, for sure, that silence is silent or on the other hand , that silence is everything but silence.

I don´t think that silence is silent.

I think that silence is powerful, stately, loud…

I can feel it.

I can hear it.

Sometimes I have the silly feeling that I can actually touch it.

One cannot touch something that does not exist, physically, so I´m told.

My silences are both few and apart and constant.

It depends on many variables.

However, when I´m immersed in them, I am finally free.

For better or for worse.

I am alone with it and must make peace with me, myself and I.

When I can do that, the silence embraces me like no other has.

When I can´t, well when I can´t I am left aside.

But be assured that silence is many things, silent isn´t one of them.

Freedom

To be free should be never to say sorry.

So you´re never really free.

You´re just living by someone elses terms.

My freedom ends when your begins.

And nothing more.

From the time we are conceived till the time we cease to breath, we are guided by rules and regulations, imposed to us from the very start to the finish.

And in our life time so will we make our own rules.

Draw our own limits.

To others and ourselves.

It´s what we´re programed to do.

It´s what it is expected of us.

It´s the right thing to do, isn´t it?!

So who is more free?

You there or me here?

You in the beach or me in the countryside?

You taking a walk or me in prison ?

Where is your freedom?

Did you have it even?

If you did where did you lost it?

Or to whom did you lost it to?

Freedom

If you love someone, if you really love someone, not the person whom you want them to be and not the person that you hope they´ll  become, if you trully love someone, you´ll  let him/ her go.

At your own time you´ll be toghether, not sooner than it has to be.

You must be patient, learn to wait.

You can´t change someone. People are who they are.

You must embrace them and accept them for whom they are, just like that.

If you try to change them, you´ll only be lying to yourself and fooling them.

And one day you won´t be able to forgive yourself.

Someone will learn and start to loathe you and themselves as well.

All because you change them into someone else that at some point neither one of you will recognize.

A stranger, a shadow of what that person used to be.

Stranded within, longing to be free.

Things are not what they seem to be

Free yourself and free your mind as well.

Things may not be what they seem, not all the time.

You must choose wisely your truths and your deceptions.

Planing ahead is never a smart option.

Talking about it later on is not the solution.

It can be hard and it is hard.

Sometimes you rather pretend and look the other way around.

But you should be firm and hold your ground always.

Never take anything for granted.

We all live the same, only in different circumstances.

The  truth is out there, you just have to find it.

Be careful, don´t sell yourself short and most of all know yourself.

Flaws and all.

Then you´ll be able to tell them apart.

Them being things, evidently.

Acceptance

Is it really possible to be true and accept someone for whom they trully are?

We would think so.

It´s the most natural thing.It should be.But most of the times, it isn´t the case.

People are always trying to change eachother.

It´s funny actually.

When you meet someone you either like them or  not, depending on the “chemistry”…

It doesn´t have to be nothing sexual, nothing romantic, either you like them or you don´t.

Just based on your first impression of that person.

That´s it!Nothing more!

You form an opinion based on that first impression.

But as time goes bye and your relationship with that person evolves, you ever so slowly begin to find little things that you´ll like to change.

Forgetting in the first place, that all those little things are a big part of the reason why  you liked that person in the first place.

When all you have to say is” I love you… just like you are”

Seven simple words.

But you must be truthfull.

And act on it.

Remember that before you accept others, you must accept yourself as well, exactly as you are…

For otherwise, people may not accept you!

Acceptance is Freedom…