... The other day, chatting with a friend came a curious topic ... I was afraid to cross the bridges ... Yes, that for some it is natural and normal, for it was a problem, merely because the time to do according to activities and travel to places ... And according to this conversation ... I came to reflect
Sometimes being where we are, we are where we want to be ...
But there are times where we are, not because we want to be where we are, but because We remain where we feel safe, and although the other side may have a world to explore, we dare not, or do not give ourselves permission to cross over the bridge ...
And why this happens? I wondered
What does the bridge not dare to cross the other side?
What is this side that is not the other?
It's funny because for me the bridge was always something that I would get to that other side where to find different things found on the side where I was, or at least see me from the other side, reaching the so another perspective, a breadth of vision, without moving from my side, I could never achieve ...
And all this with a great incentive ... once you know the two sides of the bridge, would know which side I like more and stay in it ... or go in search of more bridges that allow me to explore new sides where to find something that, perhaps, if it had not crossed that first bridge, would never have even known of its existence ...
But nothing happened in that time ... I was sure that I've crossed a few bridges, sometimes pushed, sometimes on its own initiative ...
One day I went from crawling to explore new territory, looking at life from there on high, sustained only with the help my two legs, from another perspective ...
Another day I started to walk faster to see if they arrived before the sites or the feeling of running told me something ... ... I
dared to explore that to climb on machines with pedals and wheels ...
finished "the school" to face a new world ... "The institution" ... and then to college ... my first job, my second, my third ... my first novieta, my second ... my current partner ... then friends, friends
now ... many things I would lost but have crossed the first bridge ...!
The truth is, until I talked to my friend, I was not aware of the bridges that had passed, the times they had gone back and forth, crossing and uncrossed bridges and more bridges, until the side of the bridge where I am now ... that could be very similar or perhaps even the same as that one day I left, but now, have walked through many bridges, I can see and feel differently ... Now, even the creek that passes under a murmur sounds different, I can feel the coolness of the water and the birds singing and smell the flowers ... I can enjoy more intensely on this side of the bridge ... knowing full well that few bridges crossing want to cross, I can always go back to that, my first bridge, that's who I'll never forget because it was the first let me cross over ... and you always want to meet me I can return to that place which once was where I started my way ...
... My friend and crosses the bridge ...
... And you, Do you dare to cross the bridge with me?
Be happy.
Bruno. Www.psicoaching.es
Friday April 24, 2009
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