as I sat on that white bench on the day I finished my hike.
Everything except the fact that I didn't have to know.
That is was enough to trust that what I'd done was true.
To understand its meaning without yet being able to say precisely what it was,
like all those lines from The Dream of a Common Language
that had run through my nights and days.
To believe that I didn't need to reach with my bare hands anymore.
To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough.
That it was everything. It was my life - like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred.
So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me.
How wild it was, to let it be.”
How wild it was, to let it be.”
Cheryl Strayed.
Y entonces lo entendí,
a veces lo mejor que puedes hacer,
es esperar que pase lo mejor,
y si no pasa,
ya lo resolverás.
Lunes siempre me recordará que la cordura es temporal,
y la locura es permanente,
y pese a lo que pase,
tengo mucho que cumplir.
Lunes siempre me recordará que la cordura es temporal,
y la locura es permanente,
y pese a lo que pase,
tengo mucho que cumplir.
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