Eternal of one second

They were friends for a long time, over ten years. They were sitting, having a cup of coffee and watching the rain, enjoying a cozy silence when one of them spoke: - If you could ask God for anything, what would you ask? - Why are you asking me this? We don't even believe in God. - I was reading a book and the character said: God gave me what I wanted most, he gave me the only thing I asked him for, so I kept it in my head. - I think that if I could ask for only one thing, I would ask for a great love and you? - I would ask to be able to go forward in my career, to be able to support myself with what I have chosen to do in life. I knew you'd ask to live a great love. - Well, I also knew that you would choose something related to what you love most. - Deep down, it's all about love.

People found her cold, distant, inaccessible, but in fact, she was only protecting her heart. She would shut up when she was supposed to talk. She stopped moving when she was supposed to go on. She isolated herself when she had to show who she was. She was the ice princess and today she would be reborn.

They were friends a long time ago. Although they were very different. Shy and outgoing. Sociable and bushy. Sexy and discreet. Something always happened and they both kept going. They liked to think that their personalities complemented each other. Neither was married. They looked and saw love very differently. Avidly and without yearning. At the moment, they were enough in themselves. Or almost. One of them, the most extroverted, was in love. She was always in love. She liked younger men. She said she was very immature. Although she wasn't. - You'll suffer, it's always like that with you. - But what I'll do, I like him. - There are only two ways to heal from Love. - What are they? - Either you live love or you fall in love with another. - I think in my case, I'll have to fall in love with someone else. - I think so too.

Yesterday everything was fine, but today something has changed and I don't know anymore. I'm confused, I don't know where to go and who to trust. I need help, but there's no one around me. There used to be at least one stranger to lean on. Now I don't even have that. One more day. One less day. * Picture of Artur Pawlak

She's been waiting for him for days. He was gone. She sent a message, but he didn't answer. Where would he be? Something inside her kept getting smaller and smaller until she couldn't take it anymore and cried. Once again she had trusted someone, only to see her world crumble. People. Oppressed and worn out by life. But tomorrow is another day and she was going to wear a red dress. The red dress is magical, she knows. She wore it to a dinner party at her friends' house. She knew: he'd be there. She was right! She saw him in slow motion approaching. Closer and closer. One step and another. And he was in front of her. She was the fairy of the forest. He, just a scared animal. Poor thing. But then, something had changed. She didn't need an animal. She needed a warrior. And so it was. In a second. She wasn't in love anymore. And life once again won. * Picture of Susan Cipriano

Looks like a new wave is coming. I can't resist it, so I let myself be carried away by the swing of the sea. I hope to be carried to an island of safety, love, friendship and comfort. Words are half scarce at the moment, I don't know what happens to me, but that's how I feel.

Sometimes words are just fog that covers up the true meaning of feeling or thought. I'm covered up in the moment. I know and I don't know. I want and I don't want. I look and I walk away. Until one day, the fog will disappear.

Took me a while to write today. Usually writing here is the first thing I do after I wake up, but today, as soon as I woke up I went running. I don't know what to write today, I still have the feeling that my life is on hold. I'm waiting for something to happen, I'm waiting to be found. I'm just waiting.

Every day I get up and, as much as the days are always half the same, something always happens that makes the day unique. I've been paying attention to these little moments, maybe they take me somewhere unpredictable? Wait and see.

Every day now, I woke up and I feel different about myself, I don't know what it is. Yesterday I was happy, today I don't quite know how I am feeling, I guess I need to not worry too much. Let's see how things will unfold. I just have to wait and that's the hard part. Waiiiitttttt.

Something happened yesterday and I don't know what it was. I have no idea. I was depressed, and from one hour to the next, I wasn't anymore. The mountain that I was carrying on my shoulder, it was taken from there. Somebody gave me a good thought. And I was able to relive it. Today is a sunny day. I'll enjoy it, because you never know tomorrow.

I woke up this morning feeling lost. I've been lost for some time now. But today, I just don't know what to do with myself. I tried to figure it out but it was impossible. Regardless, I'm still here trying the unimaginable: stay alive. I hope to achieve this goal, otherwise I'll have to leave.

I need an anchor for my soul, I need it and I don't know where I can find it. Lately I've been very anxious, my mind can't stop, it plays tricks on me and keeps me from feeling safe. I'm adrift, I'm afraid and lost. Please, can someone send me an anchor?

My new world starts today. That's the only thing I want to say. Period. 

The seven-headed monster is circling me, I feel his presence, I still cannot see him, but he is watching me. Today I could hardly get out of bed, I was attacked by deafening discouragement, my body refused to cooperate. I'm between worlds at the moment, and I don't know where to walk. *Eric Gamiz' picture

I wish I could know what's behind the falling snow, what it hides? I feel like something big is about to happen to me, but the snow hides the path that has not yet been discovered. I wonder what it is. I just hope it's not my return to my home country, because I don't want to go back there. I don't want to, I don't want to. I try to see beyond what I'm allowed, but I can't. And since I can't, I stand still, still, waiting for the movement to come.

                                              I'm not feeling anything today, but I want to! *Arek Socha's image

The wind touches my hair, and it gives me the creeps. I'm alert, I'm alive. I feel my body pulsing, it wants to free itself. The transformation is slow, almost casual. It took me a long time to understand that I've never been like the others. There's something inside me. Myself. My body belongs to me and it's made of the stars. Visions invade my dreams. I don't know what to think. My intuition is stronger than ever and it's about to take me to the unknown. Now, I just have to wait. Wait, wait, wait. I hate this word. How much longer? Wait, wait, wait. A little more. Justa a little.

Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm in a whirlpool and I can't escape. That's my life. Maybe fate is a whirlwind that holds us back without us being able to free ourselves. What is fate? How does it manifest itself? I'm inside a whirlwind now and I don't know how to move inside it. I'm not giving up. I'm not giving up. I'm not gonna give up.

I'm a drop of water in the middle of the ocean. There's a me that mixes with everything else. Today I am half lost, the cure for my inattention is to follow the flow. I have no idea where it will take me, yet it is somehow liberating to imagine that I have no choice. I'm going with the flow. *Rony Michaud's image

I slept twelve hours today. My head felt like it was going to explode, and I slept twelve hours. I dreamed of cherries, that's all I remember - someone was serving me cherries. I woke up with the sun on my face and a feeling that being happy is to be able to sleep all I want. I didn't have that before, but now I do. I don't know who to thank, whoever you are, thank you.

Yesterday the warrior was chosen. He is not a real person, he is the one inside me, the one who fights every day to get out of bed, the one who glimpses the light in every situation, he is you and me, all those who do not give up and fight to remain standing in the midst of chaos. The sun shines outside as I write these lines, an unusual day here in Ireland. I try to find the warrior every day, but there are moments that he gets lost and I am sunk in despair. Today, I have my sword and I will scare away all the shadows. * Picture of Art Core Studios

I don't know very well what to think today, my mind keeps coming and going and ends up nowhere. Maybe I've turned into the Irish sky, constantly cloudy. Maybe I haven't turned into anything but what I am, someone who doesn't know where she is or where to go. Maybe the one who can't glimpse directions is myself. Who will know? I'm sitting writing in my usual place, because there's no other place in the house for me. I look out the window and I see a crow on the roof of the neighbor. Ireland is the land of crows. I've learned to get used to them and, to tell you the truth, I like the noise they make. When I hear a crow, it's as if something from beyond is guiding me. Life is strange, isn't it? I don't believe in anything but I like the sound of crows. I was once told there's a very rare kind of raven, an albino, white raven. I look at the raven on the roof and hope one day I can see the white raven. Who knows? *Picture of dexmac

What if each of us kept a door to self-knowledge in ourselves? What if that door could only be opened a few times in our lifetime? What if, once opened, the door could no longer be closed? What if we knew exactly what the door was and how to open it? What if we could take a step further towards ourselves? What if after the door was opened, our life could no longer be a tangle of suffering? What if, what if, what if... *Picture of Santiago Torres

When I was a child, my neighbour had four-leaf clovers in front of her house by a tree. I considered them magical and every other day I would pick one and take it to school. Yesterday, while thinking about my life, I remembered the clovers. Life demands a bit of luck, who knows what I'm missing now is a four-leaf clover?

I look at my reflection in the mirror, but the one who looks back is not me. I know. If the reflection isn't me, then who am I? The answer is somewhere inside me. I try to get to it, but the dark surrounds me and I end up paralyzed. One day. One day. One day. I'm afraid of the loneliness of not knowing. I try to stand up, but I have no idea if I'm on the right track, if I'm doing my duty. I go round and round, but I'm still in the dark. One day. One day. One day.

He was moving around. - You look like a caged animal about to break free.  Jean, you can tell me whatever's eating you inside. I know what it's like. - You do? - Yes. The thing inside you scratches you and then you feel a discomfort, almost a pain. The scratch hurts you, but not much. And there are times when you think, I'm free, I have nothing else, but those moments are ephemeral. Deep in your mind is the pain of words that have not been spoken. In time, you get used to them. The pain becomes a part of us. Sometimes the pain is imperceptible, sometimes it grows in size and tries to swallow us whole, but always at the last minute, we manage to save ourselves from total perdition. I know how it is. - Yes, that's exactly what it's like. I've kept it for a long time, I can't take it anymore. I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you. - But Jean, you know the feeling is mutual, don't you? I thought you'd never tell me.

Yesterday I was walking down the street and I saw someone. The person looked at me as if he knew something I don't know. I wonder what it is. The secret of the universe in one look and I was unable to discover it. Do you know what I'm going to do today? I'm going to go by the same place as yesterday, at the same time, maybe I'll meet the person of the secret again. One day I'll unlock all the secrets of the world, especially this one.

If someone told him, his life was gonna change in a day, he wouldn't believe it. Everything had been carefully planned and dosed with luck. And there he was, more famous than ever, safe in his fat bank account, above all, safe. Sitting in his favorite restaurant, drinking wine, he contemplated nothing, thinking about his own luck. He didn't see her coming. He took a certain fright when she stopped in front of him and asked if she could sit down. What could he say? She was a very old woman. She was probably a little crazy, he thought. He was sure, in a few moments someone would come and rescue him, apologize and say that she had gotten lost or something. He was wrong. Very wrong. - Well, well, well, who have we here? I've been wanting to say a few words to you for a long time, dear Jean. - Do we know each other? - You do not know me, but I know you very well. The voices in my head keep telling me that I have to give you a message. My God, she said voices in her head......

It was the first time the two of them had sat down together to talk. They had known each other for a long time, but he was someone who was beyond her world. She was strangely calm, it was as if he did not really exist. He was just a dream. - Have you ever in your life wanted something knowing it was impossible? He asked her. - Yes. - What? - You *Friket Kabay's image

Sometimes it feels like we're alone, but actually, we're not. Every moment, we have our ideas, we have what our mind creates, we have our dreams. My mind today doesn't stop, it ceaselessly creates fantastic worlds, I can barely keep up. I sit still, motionless, only then can I glimpse everything it's been screaming in my ear for a week now. Is that so with everyone? Something's gotta get out of place, or I'll go crazy. *Zhugher's picture