Sometimes life seems and feels so beautiful that I notice a hole in the middle of my chest;
It is around the size of an orange, but it feels heavier than any thing that you could possibly imagine.
I don’t exactly remember the first time I noticed it. But certainly every time before, until today I thought it was made of mistakes, of sadness, of brokeness, of emptiness.
Today, instead, I thought that maybe, just maybe it exists to let the beauty of life pass through me.
To fill it up from time to time with the unexpected: the movement of the tree branches and its leaves due to the strong wind, the warm sunshine over my skin, the laughter and smiles of others, the new days and the new chances, the old familiar jokes and the improvised dances in foreing countries with new friends.
A hole in the middle of the chest, to, from time to time, fill it up with life and then, let it empty itself again. Always on its own time, on its own rythm, and only, on its own rythm. As part of its own wise process and its own cycle.
A hole in the middle of the chest, hard to remember how it began to be there. And perhaps, posible to forget about it when it becomes full filled of self forgiveness and self love.
A hole in the middle of the chest that serves the purpose of letting in and letting out. But never, ever, serves the purpose of keeping in anything or anyone, nor the purpose of closing and isolating itself.
It is only around the size of an orange, but you wouldn’t believe how important it is for me, myself and I.
– Time will tell, we always knew.