We fall apart to become new.
Have you ever had the feeling of living many lives in one? Something happened so long ago that it appears to have occurred in another lifetime. Or when we have the impression that we are a completely different person. That person you loved and whom today you can't even remember the last name, a song you couldn't live without, and now you never want to hear it again, you don't even remember why you liked certain things. I think I've lived three lives in one. When I lost my father, I had to relearn how to live without him. It was so hard. I thought for a few moments that I couldn't make it. I felt like I was inside a space, box, or something alike, fighting myself with the one who wanted to be reborn and who didn't want to be here anymore. I needed some time in this "incubator" to breathe again on my own. But here I am, being reborn, this time with an empty space inside me. The beauty of being empty is having all that space to fill however you want it. So, I filled it with art. I filled it with love. I filled it with strength. I found myself, was reborn, and my new life has just begun. How many lives have you lived in one? Are you ready to be reborn? Again, We fall apart to become new.
