Breathe
By Laisha Wilkins
Of course, with some loves, in that moment of infatuation or infatuation, I would have liked to stay; but when time began to show me a reality without equity in the relationship or when, at last, I realized that perhaps there never was one, the fight against myself began, that fight between attachment and ethics; that fight that can make you idiotic or deceive you until it blinds you, that fight that makes the heart muscle weaken and then gain strength to fall to the bottom... like the sick when they get better just before they die.
Because when one loves, when one gives one's heart, one also gives one's body, but above all one's soul and when this love is broken, life cracks... that projected life, that beloved life; expectations and illusions end up collapsed and, in a certain way, one dies, dies to be reborn after a very painful process... reborn.
And in those moments you feel that the world collapses, you open yourself to a reality different from the one you were living moments ago and the pain paralyzes, you agonize; although if we are honest, this does not happen overnight, the first signs are immediately transferred to the account of "I was in a bad mood or I was distracted or busy or hungry", we find excuses and reasoning for everything; And it is logical that when something "ours" is in danger and especially something sooooo much ours, we protect it even from ourselves, from our conscience and logic, from our Jiminy Cricket, the one that tells us at all costs and at all times that something is not right, and we ignore it until we can no longer, but he becomes more and more present as the path of inequity advances. And the pain and the terror of disillusion activates us to the battle state, but always wins that little voice, the one that knows you perfectly and that harasses you, even in moments of total idyll and reverie ... ethics.
