Monday, 18 June 2012

CONFIANZA, REALIDAD EN LA VIDA...CONFIANCE, REALITY IN LIFE

..Para mi, la confianza es una aptitud de apertura hacia la vida, aunque a veces puedan decir que se peca de crédulo, sin embargo a mi me empuja a seguir adelante sin recelos, y sobre todo a sentir una sintonia con el resto de las personas. Se que cuando se confia te pueden engañar y mentir, a mi me ha pasado varias veces en al vida, pero sin embargo, como yo digo, el problema no lo sufro yo, sino la otra persona que en su relación con los demas ha de recurrir a la mentira.

Obviamente, para mi opinion, la mayor soledad esta en la desconfianza, yo siempre me he considerado una persona fuerte, no solo eso engloba el nivel fisico, que quiza sea lo menos importante, sino interiormente, y no me cabe la menor duda que la fuerza, es confiada por naturaleza, porque para mi, no existe una forma mas clara de debilidad interna , que desconfiar instintivamente de todo y de todos, pues es un claro sintoma de inseguridad en la fuerza interior.

Cuando a veces oigo a la gente, echar la culpa al destino, al infortunio, los sueños y demas tonterias por el estilo, sobre los fracasos y errores que les vienen...sinceramente, a mi me da la risa. Porque si tengo una cosa muy clara es que siempre, la realidad no es como nosotros la imaginamos o programamos, aunque soy consciente que eso a veces nos hace sufrir, pues todos queremos que nos salgan bien los planes, el ser humano no escarmienta en su intento de lograr domesticar a la vida, cuando siempre es al reves, es la vida la que nos domestica a nosotros.

yo lo interpreto como dos luchas, una entre nuestra propia voluntad, y otra entre la voluntad de la vida, una gran parte de lo que nos sucede, obviamente depende de nosotros, pero no todo, porque estamos todos en una sociedad en la que inter-actuamos juntos. La vida es soberana ante los deseos del yo, mujeres que esperan principes perfectos...y no llegan.

Hombres que esperan una loteria para dejar de trabajar...y siguen trabajando toda su vida, pero por mi experiencia personal puedo afirmar que es la propia vida, la que se encarga de limar asperezas en nosotros mismos y hacernos buscar en nuestro interior para mejorarnos.



For me, the confidence is an opening aptitude towards the life, although sometimes they could say that one sins of credulous, nevertheless it pushes me to go forward without mistrust, and especially to feel a tuning with the rest of the persons. It to that when he entrusts himself can cheat you and lie, to me has happened several times in to the life, but nevertheless, as I say, I do not suffer the problem, but another person who in its relation with the others has to resort to the lie.

Obviously, for my opinion, the biggest this solitude in the suspicion, I have always been considered to be a strong person, not alone that includes the physical level, which perhaps is the least important thing, but internally, and there me does not fit the least doubt that the force, is entrusted by nature, because for me, a clearer form of internal weakness does not exist, which to distrust instinctively everything and all, since it is a clear insecurity symptom in the interior force.

When sometimes I hear the people, to blame to the destination, to the adversity, the sleep and other bullshit for the style, on the defeats and errors that come to them... sincerely, is funny to me. Because if I have a very clear thing it is that always, the reality is not like we we imagine it or programme, although I realize that sometimes he makes that us suffer, since we all want that the plans go out for us well, the human being does not learn the lesson in its attempt of managing to domesticate to the life, when it is always the other way round, it is the life the one that domesticates us.

I interpret it as two struggles, one between our own will, and other one between the will of the life, a big part of what happens to us, obviously it depends on us, but not quite, because we all are in a society in whom we interact together. The life is sovereign before the desires of me, women for that perfect princes wait... and do not come.


Men who wait for a lottery to stop working... and keep on working all its life, but for my personal experience I can affirm that it is the proper life, which is in charge of filing roughnesses in us and making us look in our interior to get better.

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