As promised, yesterday I promised you a gift and I leave here. It's a beautiful story written by Jorge Bucay I want to share with you, it's worth losing a little time to read it, can be helpful. Also today, 28 November is a good day to publish it, in memory of his younger brother. _____________________________________________________
Once, an island inhabited by all the emotions and all the human feelings that exist. Lived of course, fear, wisdom, love, anguish, jealousy, hatred ... Everyone was there. Despite the natural friction of living together, life was very quiet and even predictable. Sometimes the routine was that he fell asleep or boredom Momentum arming some scandal, but often managed to quiet the discontent Proof.
One day, unexpectedly for all the inhabitants of the island, Knowledge convened a meeting. When Distraction is aware and gave Sloth came to the meeting place, all were present. Knowledge then said: - I have bad news to give them, the island is sinking. All the emotions that lived on the island said: - No, how can it be! If we live here forever! Knowledge repeated - The island is sinking. - It can not be! Maybe you're wrong! - The Knowledge almost never wrong - Consciousness said realizing the truth. If he says that it sinks, it must be because it sinks. - But we do now? - Was asked the other. Knowledge then replied: "Of course, everyone can do what you want, but I suggest you seek ways to leave the island ... Build a ship, boat, raft or something that allows them to leave because the stay at the island will disappear with it. - Can not you help us? - Asked everyone, because they were confident in their ability. - No, "Knowledge," the forecast and I have built an airplane and upon termination of saying that we will fly to the nearest island.
Emotions said - No! But, no! What will become of us? That said, the knowledge he got on the plane with his partner and carrying a stowaway to fear, that as no fool and was hiding in the engine, left the island. All the emotions, in fact, is about building a boat, a boat, sailing ... ... except Love All For Love
was so related to everything on the island who said: - Leave this island ... after all that I lived here ... How could I leave this tree, for example? Ahh ... we share so many things ...
And while emotions were engaged to produce the means to leave, Love went to each tree, smell every rose, went to the beach and rolled in the sand as it once did in the past. Touched each stone ... and stroked each branch ... Arriving at the beach, exactly where the sun rose, her favorite place, wanted to think that naivete that is in love.
"Maybe the island is sinking for a while ... and then re-emerge ... Why not? - And stayed for days by measuring the height of the tide to check the sinking process was not reversible ...
The island was sinking every time ... but Love could not think of building because it was so sore that he could only mourn and groan and you will lose. It then occurred to him that the island was great and even when it sank a little, he could always take refuge in the most high ... anything was better than having to leave. A small resignation had never been a problem for him. So, once again, touched the pebbles on the shore ... and crawled through the sand ... and again got his feet wet in the small beach that was once great ...
Then, without knowing too much account of his resignation, he walked toward the north of the island, although it was not the one you liked, was the most high ...
And the island is sinking every day a little more ... and love every day took refuge in a smaller space ...- after so many things we had together, "he criticized the island.
Until finally only was a tiny portion of firm ground, the rest were completely covered by water. Just then he realized the love that the island is actually sinking. He understood that without leaving the island, love gone forever from the face of the earth ... Stepping
flooded trails and jumping huge puddles of water, Love went to the bay.
There was no possibility of building an all out like he had lost too much time in denying what they lost and mourn what we gradually disappeared before their eyes.
From there I could see their colleagues go on boats. I was hoping to explain their situation and any of his teammates understand and take him. Noting
sea, the boat was coming wealth and waved. Wealth came a little to the bay. "Wealth, you've got a big boat, do not you take me to the neighboring island? I suffered both the loss of this island could not build a boat ... and Wealth answered: - I am so loaded with money, jewels and precious stones, I have no place for you, sorry ...- and moved on without looking back.
Love continued watching, and saw him coming to the Vanity in a beautiful boat, filled with ornaments and flowers of all colors. Called a lot of attention. Love is stretched a little and shouted: - Vanity Vanity ... ... take me with you! Vanity Love looked at him and said: - I'd take you, but ... You look! You're so ugly! so dirty and so scruffy, sorry but I think afearías my boat and left.
And Love asked for help from each of the vessels. And to perseverance, to Sensuality, jealousy, outrage and even to hate. And when nobody thought it would happen, he saw a boat approaching very small, the last, the sadness.
sadness, sister, "he said you know me well, you do not leave me here, are as sensitive as me .. you take me with you?
And Sadness answered - I'd take, I assure you, but I'm sooo sad ... I prefer to be alone, and without another word, walked away.
And Love, poor thing, she realized that have been linked to those things he loved, he and the island would sink into the sea to disappear. Then he sat on the last bit was left of their island to wait for the final ... Love
Suddenly he heard someone joke: - CHST, CHST, CHST ...
was an old man who was unknown signals from a rowboat. Love was surprised: - Me? - Asked, taking a hand to his chest. "Yes, yes," said the old man, "to you. Come with me, get on my boat and paddle me, I will save thee. Love looked at him and wanted to give explanations: - What happened was that I was ...- I understand, "said the old man without letting him finish the sentence-ups.
Love got into the boat and together they began to paddle to get away from the island. It was not long before they see as the last inch that remained afloat finished the island sink and disappear forever.
never again be an island like this - Love muttered, perhaps hoping that contradicted the old man and gave him some hope. - No, "said the old man like this, ever.
When they reached the neighboring island, Love knew he was still alive. He realized that he would continue to exist. He turned on his feet to thank the old man, but without saying a word, had gone as mysteriously as it had appeared. Then, Love, intrigued, went in search of wisdom to ask: - How can it be? I do not know him and he saved me ... Nobody knew that I had run out of boat, but he helped me, he saved me and I did not even know who he is ... Wisdom looked into his eyes for a while and said: - He is the only one capable of making the love survive when the pain of loss makes you think it is impossible to move forward. The only one capable of giving a new chance at love when it seems extinct. The one who saved you, Love is Time.
(Jorge Bucay)