To love and be loved

Being in couple is complicated.

Requires patience, tolerance, hearing, sacrifices, wisdom, empathy, communication, but most importantly, love above all the ridiculous and insignificant stupid things that people fight for everyday. The common things, the ones that happen when the routines, the habits and the manners of each other are different. Takes time to get use to them, to learn, accept and embrace them.

Being in couple is definitely very hard.

The worst thing is that frequently people warm us about it, but instead, women are tough to believe in fairytales. So, the expectations are high and reality is not always like our dreams. Yes, even when you think you are much alike with the other person.

You might believe you won't fight or at least not about big things, but the truth it's you fight anyway and usually for silly things, things that at the end of the day matters if like they were huge decisions or problems. And that is because we accumulate one thing next to another, and another... and then, some water that was supposed to be nothing, transforms into an entire ocean of discussions.

Being in couple takes a lot of mature self control, reflexiveness and communication. Not from complaining about the other, but from using the language of love, feelings and constructive change. That's when you destroy the fences of the ego to go deeper, to the heart and its emotions, worries, sadness, etc. That's when you reach the other person instead pushing him/her away.

But friends... That's not easy either.

Love is a everyday decision. Cannot come from rainbows and fairytales. It's a willing decision of loving the dark and the lighter parts of the other. The strongest ones and the fragiles. The human flaws with humble and respect.

Because at the end... love is in its higher level, a way of admiration. Admiration comes when you think the other is a valuable person, and also, when you realize that every time you are around him/her, makes you to be better, to grow, and otherwise.

Being in couple es far from easy.

But is a decision.

A willing decision to love and be loved.

Wild & restless

Existen días, donde vuelvo a sentirme como un caballo inquieto en su jaula. Lo indómito ha estado reposando durante un buen tiempo y ahora se agita intranquilo. Existen días donde me siento como Brad Pitt en Leyends of the Fall, cuando el ruido de la naturaleza o algo más, no sé, te despierta del estado de calma para decirte que tienes que partir, como sea, sin saber a dónde ni por qué. Y con ello aparece una vorágine de emociones; furia, llanto, ansias, estrechamiento y esa típica sensación tan mía que suelo sentir como de que mi yo no cabe dentro de mi cuerpo. Existen días que no quiero estar donde estoy, sin embargo, al mismo tiempo me siento feliz con la vida que tengo, me siento enamorada, me siento con buenas amistades y familia, con buen trabajo. ¿Y entonces qué está mal conmigo? ¿Qué es ese ruido que siento dentro? ¿Qué es esa estrechez? ¿El desasosiego?