Is anybody there?

Is this blog like a message in a bottle?
I stopped referring people here, because I realised that no one actually gives a damm about the contents.
And still I write in a public website, desperate for my 5 minutes of fame. The crisis is so grand that we are cutting on fame too, so no more 15 minutes, just 5 minutes.
I so desperately call for the world.
The world throws me some bodies my way, but in the end of the night I see my self writing into the abyss, and the void is the only echo that the abyss returns.
There are very little expectations of an audience.
We all crave for attention, for someone to give attention.
At times, all the world can be paying attention, but if that one true person is not, it makes no difference, because there might be someone there, but it is not who we want it to be.
It might be because it is too busy
because it is too far away
because it does not have time
because it does not know we exist
because...
the immense possibilities would fill this and other blogs with pointless information, because in the end the question that remains is:
why isn't anybody there?
why is the abyss my eternal companion in my sorrow?
Such sorrow that has no way of being, but only incomplete words to express itself.

Forget about it.
It is my blog
I write what I please, even if it does not please me as so.
Even it it is not accurate
These days the hot air in my head so much that I have difficulties in seeing wrongs from rights
ups from downs.

The fact is I SCREAM for attention, but
the soul is not there
nor is the body.

Loss

.
I could try and explain loss, if I knew what it was.
Everyday in ourlives we gain some and lose some.
Most of these we are not even aware.
Typically we are more conscient of the things we lose.
The really important losses sometimes are unbareable.
They feel as if part of oneself was gone.

For those that follow my stories, it should be no surprise that my peace is the intermitent factor that fades in and out my life.
I have even tried to hear gurus talking about peace and how it flows within us.
Somehow, I cannot tap into my inner peace and realize this treasure.

The metaphore is like the Rip Van Winkle Caper.
"After successfully stealing a gold shipment, a group of criminals and their scientist accomplice put themselves in suspended animation in a remote desert cave."
And when they wake up, gold has no value.
My treasure is also in suspended animation within me. I don't know when will it get out of stasis.

Forget success
Forget everything else
Give me peace everyday
and I will not feel so lost every now and again.

I walk with peace, without really owning it.
My loss is more profund than my apparent richness.

I wonder if RIP
is really a manifestation of peace, or if it is a torment for eternity where peace is always absent too.

belong vs dependence

Like this extraordinary breathe that carries me from moment to moment,
I feel that my life has been a perfect balance between the in & out.
I have been so fortunate to be loved and feel love, that I have no idea what it must be never to have loved before.
It is such a passionate thing to be able to feel it within.

However...

Love is not a relationship of dependence
It is an expression of sharing and trust.
It is the the better manifestation of each of us, in the most selfless way.
To have one's happiness dependent on another is to be obsessed.

But what is that thin red line that makes the separation.
What distinguishes the feeling of belonging from depending
To be part is to bring
To depend is to take

Simple!
Like everything that is important is.

Let it be love

If one day you were to arrive at the conclusion that you never loved, you would probably feel like the most poor person on the planet, deprived of the finest treasure there is in the universe.
A treasure so huge that it has no physical equivalent, for it exists in the ethereal world called feeling.
You either feel it or you don't.
It cannot be bought!
It cannot be forged!
It cannot be made!
IT CAN BE FELT!
And when you feel it, you have no doubt of what it is.
You might be in doubt of what you are going to do.
Your legs shake
Your heart pounds as if you were racing for the Olympiads.
Your mind melts into a thousand thoughts all ending in the same place.

When it is shared, you close the circle.
This connection, oddly enough does not close you, but opens you to life
To see beauty where once was invisible manifestations of nature - at least to your own eyes.
The closing of the circle corresponds to the opening of the hearts, to new and wonderful things.

Life is the reality canvas that one uses everyday to express themselves.
Love is the seal of approval. It is not given once, it is earned with each day
It each moment of giving and receiving.
It is the real world that opens to the dream only to realise that both worlds are real, and that love paves the way to a new path, that was always there, but to which, love pointed the spot light.
Love thy self
Love thy neighbour and the world will certainly be a better person.
Find yourself a partner not just to give and take, but most of all to share, and realise that 1 + 1 will always be more than 2
if you dismultiply the plus sign you get a | and a - so this means that you get 1 1 1 1 (rotating 90 degrees) at least there is 4
but there can be 1111.
The possibilities of 4 to the 1111th power, will increase the odds even more.

So, to conclude this rather strange letter.

To love is to open up to the world, knowing that the universe is opening up to you.
All it takes is the feeling.
And you find it, by not thinking about it.
but by living and let yourself be struck by such empowering light!

With all of this, the only thing left to do, is give the message:

- Let it be love

I have mine, and the universe is just opening!
I wonder what dreams will come from there!