A curious fact about our mind is that it chooses what to keep, what to forget and what to intensify, taking advantage of your weakness and desires. I can’t remember plenty of things just from some years ago, but I remember every chemical reaction I studied. It’s even funny to me. My mind is so very selective. And I really think it’s for my own good.
From that point on, I wonder a lot of things. You know, like a cobweb. How can I be sure my happiness or even worse, my sadness, is well founded? I mean, you are conscious you can’t remember something, but how can you be certain you saved your prior feelings and emotions? Fear, regret, pain, are your best guides in life. Perhaps, they go always with you like your shadow (the shadow of your mind, what a beautiful thought). And we call it instinct. That’s a warm and catching idea, isn’t it?
My grandma used to tell me “God uses to communicate with you and tell you right in your heart what you have to do through your instinct, so you don’t have to understand anything, you just feel it. The intensity of the signal depends on how much you are willing to listen to your own soul talking.” Beyond the religious fact, (which I leave at your own judgement) stop for a second and think about this. We have this tiny opened door to the wisdom of the “Universe” in our minds and souls, to provide us with sight and strength enough as to comprehend the immensity of our lives and impact on others.
It’s beautiful, because it go beyond everything you can ever imagine. Have you ever thought about this galaxy in your mind? Why is it then that it’s so difficult to act properly and we get easily lost? Ah… because lessons are important. The hardest, the wisest. And a shiny armor means you haven’t fought a war… yet.
Experience makes perfect. And it works for your soul too, “You are an old soul.” is the most beautiful thing someone can say to you. When you wake up one morning and suddenly appreciate things through this thin filter, is easier to silence and calm your mind (here a compulsive mind talking, I know what I mean). It’s much easier to forgive and forget. Forget! There I am again. Maybe, my incapability to remember holds hands with my incapability to keep any resentment, so I forgive without realizing. What a pleasure to forgive, it’s a release for your mind, like melting the burden on your shoulders. But you got to get there, it’s a long walk on fragile ice. Once you grow, your horizon is full of gorgeous mountains covered in snow, but while you’re on your way, be very careful where you step on, the water under your feet, is dark and frozen. But it will pay off.