I often say that I'm always willing to rise people from the dead. I say this meaning that I always believe that anything is possible, I don't believe in the impossible. Even when everything seems lost, I try, I fight, I insist. Is this stubbornness? Sure. But I'd rather call it faith.
Faith that we will achieve everything we’ve set out as a goal. To believe... always.
And the truth is that, up to today, and almost always, I have been able to "rise the dead" that have crossed my path. It's faith. It's believing that the impossible becomes possible. That our energy has no end.
If it’s positive, and if we believe, we will succeed.
It's like playing all the cards, putting all the chips in a single color. Maybe, after succeeding in what we set out to achieve, we can finally breathe deeply of relief, of pure happiness, because we made it and it does us good.
Or come to the conclusion that, after all, the "dead" must remain "dead". That there is no reason or meaning in resurrecting them, or they would not have "died" in the first place.
But, even so, it still worth a try, because we learn from it.
We learn, from the start, to manage our disappointment.
And also to balance, to compensate the loss of energy we fatally experience throughout life.
And to be at peace within ourselves.
Isabel
www.isabelnolasco.com
Photos: Nature of East Timor at sunset.
Taken with my Canon EOS 5D MKIII, edited with Lightroom.
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