the power of the less

And at the end, the lamb will come. He will say: “I was sacrificed. They beat me, and I learned to like it. I liked being beaten, humiliated, eviscerated, put down, shedding tears of blood. I learned to like being a lamb, an innocent lamb. And in my innocence, I was perverted by perversion itself; I was turned into perversion.”At the end, white turned black so that black could dissolve itself into blackness. At the end, black will look into the mirror of purity and see itself for what it is: darkness.Can innocence be killed? Can light be darkness?The alcoholic children of the alcoholic, the junkie, abandoned, orphaned, abused, finding solace in artifices. The eternal victim, born from ashes and never born again. Still, we always have a choice. Then, no, but now? Then it was a scar, but now? Then the abused child had no choice, but now the prostitute can choose to renounce her pain. The alcoholic child of an alcoholic knows that is not the path, yet he pushes through it, clinging his whole identity to it.Refuse to be defined by your scars. We all have them, but refuse those bittersweet excuses. You are always more than your weakness. Find the strength to cleanse yourself from the past. If you did not have love from life or from somebody, your first duty is to give it to yourself. Then you will not exploit your scars to be like a beggar in the world, a soul crippled, asking for change, a little love. One should never expect love from another; that is the beginning of losing yourself. We are all soul-crippled in one way or another until we find the self-love to care about our own soul enough in order to protect it, grow it, shine it, sweeten it, perfume it, carry your soul as a beautiful flower and diffuse your sweet aroma everywhere.You may be on the threshold of a new minute, hour, day, week, month, or new year, making wishes, resolutions, revolutions, schedules, prayers, bets, playing chance games. But know this: you are not a sacrificed lamb, and even if you were, you do not need wishes, agendas, plans. These are all excuses for your future failing. Begin with no excuse and just a little hug to yourself. Give yourself a little pat on the shoulder, a caress on the head. Good boy, good girl. Look in the mirror and smile: “I am beautiful, this minute, this hour, day, week, month, this new year!” Do not wait until the 31st; it will be too late. Give yourself a little love now. You so need it. Losing or loving yourself: your choice!