viernes, 30 de noviembre de 2018

Rearview



The day I met him, a friend introduced him to me saying.. He's a musician, he played with one of your favourite bands!

Over a year later, he confessed that wasn't true. He had had the opportunity to play with them but lost it last minute and he had been telling himself and others that he had played, instead of facing the painful truth and the feeling of failure.

I didn't think less of him when I found out, I felt happy that he was being honest and hugged him. That's what I did, I overlooked the constant lies. Found an excuse for them, one by one.

And months later, when he made the decision to leave without talking to me, without facing the problem.. I was surprised!! I see now that he was not the only one lying to himself.

Life definitely has a sense of humour when teaching us about ourselves, but sometimes it takes a while to get it!

miércoles, 28 de noviembre de 2018

Netflix


I've cancelled my Netflix membership :)

martes, 27 de noviembre de 2018

lunes, 26 de noviembre de 2018

domingo, 25 de noviembre de 2018

domingo, 18 de noviembre de 2018

viernes, 9 de noviembre de 2018

Breakup ethics



In our mental scheme, in order for a relationship to be worthy, it has to last forever. It doesn't need to be deep or honest, just as long as life is.

So once it's broken, everything else around it breaks too. The communication, the promises, the respect. This mindset is so destructive that doesn't let us see or feel anything else.

The priority then is to forget (and eventually replace) the relationship and the person we had it with. As soon as possible. To achieve this, we can lie to ourselves and others, and we can be as cold or mean as we want.

After all, the relationship was based on the condition of being eternal and saving us from emptiness, and once that's gone, we don't have any reason to be a good person anymore.

Everything is allowed.

But imagine a world where relationships are worthy even if they are short. Where people are worthy no matter how our relationship with them went.

In that world, we would evolve to get to know ourselves better, sometimes next to others, sometimes alone. Then we would appreciate and understand what happens during a breakup and we would see more clearly which promises must be kept.

Because, ah.. some promises.. should always be kept.

miércoles, 7 de noviembre de 2018

martes, 6 de noviembre de 2018

lunes, 5 de noviembre de 2018

Giving up



I remember the last day we spoke.

He was standing in front of me. I had asked him to talk to me and he made sure he had plans right after so the talk wouldn't take longer than 30 minutes. The walls were all up.

I asked him to tell me what was going on, but he wouldn't. As I insisted, he got more and more angry. I remember him screaming and walking around the coffee table trying to pack some of his belongings. I tried to speak, to ask why he was pushing me away, but that just made things worse.

Then something clicked inside me and I stopped. I stopped talking, I stopped reacting, I wasn't even listening to the words anymore, just observing. Observing him, and myself, and the situation we both were in.

I was feeling really sad, scared and worried. I felt a couple of tears running down my face, my heart beating really fast and my stomach hurting. It was almost nice to feel those unpleasant things because they made more sense and were more real than whatever was happening outside.

So I didn't react. I didn't think about how the situation should be instead. I didn't try to change it. I didn't ask for respect, compassion or understanding. And I didn't leave. I kept breathing slowly and loosing my muscles so they could soak up all the emotions. I accepted life the way it was happening.

I won't forget that day.