Long ago, when I was just a fledgling teenager, I woke up to a new journey with the tremendous feeling that my life had been taken. It was a strong and tremendous crash. Suddenly that day I felt and saw that my happiness disappeared. Where was it? Why did it disappear? How did it happen? There were no responses. She just disappeared.
For years I inquired. I searched. I fought. I even got lost. Bottoms out. I was practically mute.
What was the meaning of life if it wasn't happy? That was the only question I had to ask after so much walking without logic, without meaning, after which he disappeared.
In those moments of uncertainty, a voice from someone close to me, as if whispering, reached me with his words. "Be true to yourself" Such a formula had content that I began to apply instantly, although much later I would discover the potential it offered. But the whole message did not remain there.
It had a challenging second part: "You can deceive me and deceive others, but if you do it with yourself, it is something insane" Without a doubt this other spear entered the depths of my being. I felt naked; absolutely naked. But despite the greater existential void that this impact produced in my entire inner ship, it was really effective to put into practice what I said.
The time was passing. From time to time I was reunited with my beloved: "happiness". It was moments, instants, seconds or minutes, sometimes hours, and hardly days. I got some breath back. She was in and out, but she knew she was still alive. There was a hope, a breath, a promise… something remained.
Some circumstances changed. Improvements occurred. The reforms made sense. But I didn't know how to keep him by my side. He longed for her, and for her he survived.
An encounter with a friend who lived in the distance would decide a new project. First a greeting and a hug, then an in-depth talk about both. He counted and related. I imitated him. However at a certain point I stopped the conversation inquiring into something he mentioned. "I had to dismount and reassemble"
-How did you do it? - was my answer questioned and begging that do.
-I evaluated each of my ideas. The ones I thought I had as my own and the ones I received from everywhere. I evaluated all judgment and thought. I examined them by scrutinizing their roots. One by one. Many fell under their own weight, they had no basis or arguments on which to settle. The ones that seemed to be, I put into practice. Few gave results. In the end I discovered that only a minimal percentage could be reused to start over from an unbreakable firmness. The rest you already know.
-But where was the problem really? - I persistently inquired.
-Simple. Very easy. In the lie. That usurper took everything from me. Once discovered, it no longer had any effect on me. And she hides in all those messages and advice she had received as if they were the truth. But they were just costumes. In addition, I discovered that all the lies received and issued were the cause of my ills. But the most important thing was to perceive that any concealment was part of the same essence that disturbed me.
-Then you can confirm that the lie is the problem of misery?
-She and her thousand and one faces. Lying, and lying to you. Believe everything they tell you without evaluating whether it is true or not. And of course, hide, disguise or distort the truth.
-Can we conclude that the lie took your happiness?
-The lie is the thief par excellence. Don't forget, it will take everything away from you.
