ABOUT CREATION

What would I be when I choose to laugh about I do not understand? What would my name be when, from the higher position I think I’m standing, I’m ironically looking down upon other people? BLIND? MUTE? DEAF? Have I lost my sensibility? LOST?

To me the human nature seems so fascinating for the capacity of adapting so good to different situations, to survive somehow. A part of humankind choose to evolve, to fulfill themselves, to become great and to make themselves heard through their creation; on the other hand there are people who, unfortunately, think that greatness comes form the power of subjecting those whom they consider weak. Why do I have to work to create something when I can easily destroy or “divide et impera” – like Romans would say? This way the whole world will remember me for sure!

I have stopped for a second and listen to the world’s music... and I’ve remembered what am I and what am I for.

Since my childhood I was told about the creation of this world: how God created man after Himself and He gave the man the free choice of things. But that particular gift was too much for the mankind, and humans got themselves into a big dark gap.

Many have imagined God like a merciless master, who put all mankind under some rules and if you somehow disobey those rules you will end up burning in hell.

I’ve imagined Him always sad and crying like a father for His lost child, like a father who sees His son destroying himself, a father who is reaching to His son but the son’s ego don’t let him see the father’s hand and passes by not even feeling the hand.

Our egos became so big that we do not see the way home. Our egos got us blind so hard we do not see the creation even if is simple in front of us.

I’ve stopped for a second to hear the music of this world…and I’ve looked around me. What have I seen? Children born into this world out of pain not out of love. Children are angels born into this world to teach us love. 
How many children are conceived out of pure love? And I do not mean love when the mother and the father felt some physical attraction and conceived a child. 
How many parents feel that their children are gifts from God and not somebody useful, somebody to give a glass of water when they are old and need help? How many parents stop and listen to their children? How many parents are looking to their children with their soul’s eyes, accepting them as they are and loving them without trying to transform them in their own failed images in time? 
How many adults have the courage to admit that are people smarter and better that themselves? How many adults have the courage to accept that a child can be a genius? What are we doing with those angels that are sent to save our souls? We are trying to make them like us, like our full of fear souls. We are sending them in schools to fit into the system, schools that are trying and succeeding to wipe out any trace of originality out of them, that are succeeding to wipe the human within a man. We do not care anymore. We are making a child because this and that, and after that we are making another child, and after that an accident occurs and another child appears. But no, there is no problem because when a child is surviving, the other children can survive… no matter how. Isn't that so!?

Why people want to have children by all means? Out of their egos? To be like any other person and feel whole?

After all it’s not about the children, it’s about us. And that fact it’s seen in them, it’s seen in the way their eyes do not purely glow anymore, the way their innocent eyes are not so innocent anymore. You can only see the frustration of their parents in them. Because a child gives what he receives, and unlike the adults, he is not capable to build up masks in order to hide.

When a child receives pure and unconditioned love in his family that child won’t lose his innocence. Why are there children with big egos? They look up to us and follow. They are our image in the mirror.

We play The Creator without being prepared for it.

Why aren’t we looking inside of us, why don’t we choose to heal ourselves before multiplying?

God gave us the gift of procreation to fill this planet and He gave us this gift to learn something from it, to teach us greatness.

You, all mothers who choose to kill your children being ashamed of having them or out of fear of not being capable to feed them and raising them, you all mothers that choose to abandon them out of cowardice or you women who choose to give birth to a child in order to keep a man next to you, you fathers who do not care about the women beside you, women that offer their love and a most precious gift, a little tree planted in the Garden of Life, a tree that both of you, equally, have to look after and love! Yes, you all! Wake up! Look at yourselves and at the repercussions of your deeds!

Each coin has two sides, each deed will be repaid.

I have always felt that I came into this world with a certain purpose. It is also true that I haven’t always known what it was.

We are not random created beings forgotten somewhere in a galaxy.

We are here to live the experience of creation in order to be truly whole, understanding and experiencing love in all its forms. How better way to experience love than being a human?

What if, instead of criticizing others trying so hard to make them feel small, we build up within ourselves and take care of our own yard?

Those who find answers to my questions here or at least my questions made them think are lucky. I’m wishing you all to discover that you are like them... lucky!

WE ARE THE SAME IN OUR ESSENCE BUT DIFFERENT BY PARTICULARITIES

We are what we feel in our soul we truly are, though we allow others to tell us who and what we are. We accept so easily the characterization of people around us and we accept it with serenity. 

If you keep repeat to a child that is stupid finally that kid will end up stupid. We often come to be  criticized by people who know nothing about us, people that just do not like us. Similarly, in our turn, we criticize the people around us without knowing them, without knowing the circumstances in which they acted, why were they dressed in a certain way today, why are they eating with the left instead of right and examples would be many.

Why is so difficult for us to accept diversity?  How would the world be if we all have the same preferences? Or how would the world be in one color, and clothes made of a single model, so the shoes and all things around? Would we like a uniform world ? I bet not. 

And then, as we enjoy the variety we get at the market when we want to buy apples, we like Jonathan apples but wanting to taste the golden apples too, so we can rejoice that we are different as individuals and as preferences. 

I think the impediment comes from angle of the question. Instead we think "hmm, what taste does she or he has!" we could be glad that we have different tastes and we can share the experiences.

I've exercised this when I walked down the street. I saw a fat girl and the first impulse was "Poor her!She's so big!". Then I realized that I fall in the same trap. I corrected myself thinking "She is different and there is nothing wrong with being different." 

Market economy works best when the offer is diverse and there are more bidders so many tastes will be satisfied, as a rough example. 

Instead dealing with labeling and criticizing others we can do more for us developing our interior so that we can fill with love the gaps from which the evil is born. Voids generates frustration, and frustration causes evil. 

When the gaps and darkness inside of us will be filled with light and knowledge then we have evolved. When I am satisfied with myself that can be seen outside, I constantly send the message "I am happy! I am pleased with myself!" and then people not only that will not avoid me, they will search for my company. 

The best thing a human can do is to love himself, to spend some time with himself, to respect himself, to do the things that more pleases him and feels joy doing them, not searching for who is to blame for the wrong decisions. 

Most certainly we will not feel attracted by the flowers wilted or dried trees. When we feel alone we better wonder objective and detached "Am I a wilted flower or a dried tree? What can I do to revert to a beautiful flower?" Feed myself. Feed myself with healthy food both physically and spiritually. 

In essence we are created the same, only form and color is different, that does not  automatically degrade us. Our quality is given by how much we invest in ourselves. 

Let's be better starting NOW.