Words for those who have a strong pain.

 Keep calm and carry on. We are a strong institution, we are a heart, we are a team of souls. We believe in kindness, in love, in happiness, in freedom, in nature, in beauty, in future. Our faith doesn't come from any religion, it is a faith in the goodness of existence. We're stronger than our enemies because the pain will not defeat us, because the pain is not defeating us. We have the power to find beauty, love and hope in any instant of our lives, because these gifts exist, these are hidden in every instant; and when the enemies try to get dark our days, we drink the blessings of these gifts and win.

Nothing frightens us, because we have confidence on freedom. Death is better than slavery, so we are going to be always free. Myths, fictions, dogmas, doctrines, theologies, any sort of chains... are not being able to dominate us, because we belong to the humility of nature and to the confidence on existence. No human monkey will frighten us. Death is not frightening us because we are fallen in love with life. Those who have been deeply alived don't fear death. Perhaps, some day, the diseases or the physical power will destroy our body, but they are not going to destroy our mind, our wishes, our faith or our freedom's love. And our words, the written words, will always stay. The seed of freedom is going to grow ever and ever, and nothing will avoid its victory. The dreams we have dreamt fly towards all the directions of the Earth, and the future of human kind will be a future full of freedom and love. The generations that are being born have the freedom's seed on their soul, because they are human beings, and our words, our message, our life, will be blessed water for their growing and their victories. Their victory will be for ever our victory and the victory of the human species.      

If the wind doesn't push me, if it doesn't try to make me fall down, I will not know how to walk in the windstorm

If all was easy, wine wouldn't be worth, and human life would be like the life of a stone that is dragged by water. There wouldn't be either impressionist pictures or lives that would be exhausted because of having fought for freedom, or poems that would denounce the destroyers of the life. If there were not tyrants, it would be more complicated loving the deep value of the freedom. If there had never been squalid inquisitors, it would be more arduous that science was deemed a great treasure, and so do the logical methodology, and the prudence, and the intellectual humility, and the mental objectivity. If there had never been squalid inquisitors, we would hardly have taken out of our heart poems that would be bloody because of our love for the freedom of thinking, the life and the happiness. If pain didn't exist, or sadness, or suffering, personal happiness wouldn't be a conquest, we wouldn't become skilled in the art of being happy; happiness would be gifted as the color of a flower, or as the flavor of the spices.

And if you weren't crying, I wouldn't be able to comfort you. If you didn't feel lonely, I hardly could keep you company. And if you didn't cry, you would find more complicated to be aware of the times when you are glad, and you would likely find harder to sympathize with those who are crying.

And if we never saw our existence at stage, it would be unlikely to grasp and help those who see their existence and their future at stage, and who see the existence and the future of their loved ones at stage.

I appreciate all the pain I sufffer, because this pain makes me stronger, and because it compels me to become the builder of my own fate, to decide who I am, what is worth for me, and what my life will be like. The darkness compels me to settle down beside the light. The hate that rips up my meat helps me to settle beside the unconditional love. And I decide to stay beside the light and the love as the identity signal of my existence, as waybill, as a source of happiness.

And I don't need to believe in any religion to proclaim all theses ideas or follow any messiah, or being more than an imperfect human being. From everything around me, I intuit and love a misterious spirit; a soul that embraces me. This misterious being doesn't come up from any doctrine or spiritual arrogance, or mithology, The roots of this being are deeply buried in the existence and nobody can describe or explain this being.

If the wind doesn't push me, if it doesn't try to make me fall down, I will not know how to walk in the windstorm. If my heart has never a breaking pain, I'll never learn to walk and to love with a breaking pain in my heart. If all was easier and I didn't need to strive to pave the way to a bright future, this bright future wouldn't be so mine, and I wouldn't be so me, and all would be worse.