' The life requires courage above of all the other virtues; perhaps but the biggest example of all the courage human being is perdo.' ' (E. Graham Howe) ' ' The basic formula of all sin is the frustrate love or desprezado.' ' (Frans Werfel) the Art of the Pardon (*) the pardon has a curativa quality. Perhaps this happens because the energy necessary to remain angry with somebody is an energy that disconnect part of the vivacity. It is rigid, implacable and controller. It reduces the flexibility and the amplitude of the irada person.
She is clearly that the anger must follow its progression, being necessary she stops protecting in them of the aggressions and the improprieties of our fellow creatures. Thus, when the oscillation of the pendulum to take it the pardon, does not fight against it. But it remembers that, only because it pardoned somebody magoou that it, you not to pass the life with it. We need to keep our lives in day if to want to remain vital. The pardon capacity cannot necessarily be evoked to the will, but it is possible to create one atmosphere, a predisposition for it. This fact, provoking occasions will be passveis to evoke a perdoadora behavior, instead of a irado behavior, continuous, and as of a born robot of purulentos ressentimentos. Only because she pardons the significant person of its past, for any injustices that have caused it you does not have to undo of its good judgment, together with its anger.
The loving one she abandoned that it, the friend traiu who it, will be able to make it again. All have limits to the growth. The capacity to see the people for what they are allows us to arrive at an agreement with our experiences, instead of enxergar the life through a veil of romantic illusion.
It has things that we must make, things that we can leave to pass, things that we must discover, things that early or late we will discover and things for which we are not ready to know But when we will be? When we will be enough we ourselves to assume itself as such? what we know enough of us to advance in the candy blackout of tomorrow? Hank of emotions, here it is what many times we catch ourselves being Flashing of wills, here it is what it lives flashing in our minds and hearts. But and we, essentially we? We give a knot as to one ' ' gut in somos' ' we go down ourselves as that of one ' ' reverse speed laxante' ' effect? I unwind myself discovering me being what it thought that I am not? There of me with these as much ' ' DES cargas' ' of cognoscentes responsibilities So good it seems to be when we disconnect ourselves of the taking of the life and leave ourselves to be with the cool breeze of the adventure So bad when we league ourselves again and the world measures is igualzinho there What to make then? To be each moment of uncertainty? To be stiff or stiff euquanto I am? There to blow me of the dust of the life and to discover me which glass amber that with the time and the wind was forged? Sublimar me of the mist ' ' del' acqua interiori' ' to lard me in the subtle folds of the life? To be Being Everything and nothing? Between the everything and the nothing Difficult? It could not, if I am heated in the experience of my nuclear heat Yes, if of fugazes explosions not to reach me the Being Between Amor and Rome, what I could extract of so essential? What it has legacy the impetus to go beyond in itself exactly? When everything is swept by the storm of the emotions, surplus us what we are, aiming above of we ourselves through the eye that one that everything sees.. .