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Did you see those movies where the boy and girl meet and like someone does not want things are happening and are small moments of happiness living that seem trivial but they are nurturing a relationship, and gestures are becoming more affectionate and looks more loaded, and when everything is ideal and are about to declare undying love, a of the two, which seemed more casual and spontaneous, leaves and says no, you can not do that, the intensity is great, he does not want to fall in love or anyone to get hurt, and then separated and both pass it a little wrong, and treat resetting their routines as they were, but a little sadder than before they met each other, and it was spontaneous and casual but could not afford to fall in love, he realizes that he really had been in love and only afraid, and then decides to come back for the first sometimes alone, sometimes it's with another, but through some grand gesture, then yes, comes the declaration of eternal love and encouraged the two and are happy to always or at least one beautiful scenes music video?

Well, that.

But to reassemble part of life in a way a little bit sad than it was before. Every time. Since I have 19 years.

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From a Cif invitation to speak on the bright end my life, I began to think the truth is that in my day to day, there are an abundance.

My life is basically a big mess. I'm late everywhere, never organize my time, I can not save and spend whole nights awake to deliver papers because they always miscalculated and ended at the last minute.

This trend obviously moved to areas far more mundane: my closet buns home, no clothes, the shelves are always filled me with dust, starting with stacked papers and end-defying tower of Pisa, the cabinet of my computer in a terrarium, and many vessels used together in my room, you should install next to my bed, a dishwasher.

Obviously I'm not passionate about cleaning and cleaning tasks can take days or even weeks before you find a place in my routine, but every time I do a deep cleaning is for the same reason: I feel that something is evil and disorder meantime I can not see what is really happening in my life.

And here I begin: my worst munida whole wave music, rags and cleaning products. Levanto, belts, furniture, throw papers, photocopies, wrapping and brochures, I take all books, clothing PDR, the bow properly, wash the glasses clean up empty glasses and the computer. And as I have visited, things are affluent, clean, instead, as they should be, as always should be, and the same process going on inside me.

finish hours later tired, filthy, with a broken nail, but paradoxically, impeccable as ever.

Because the process takes time, is laborious, cumbersome, requires effort and puts us in touch with our own filth, but once finished nothing fills us more pleasure to see the picture clean and do not know if it will be an end, but is really a principle brilliant.

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The first time I tried to meditate, have much information on it. I had read, heard, seen movies, and everyone was talking about peace of mind, the division between body and mind, intense colors and bright lights, deep sounds and emotions that come from deeper inside himself in order , an extrasensory experience, unusual.

Sitting in the middle of the room, with comfortable clothes on giant cushions, in a quiet, making breathing corresponding guided by my instructor, leaving me, I felt nothing more than a cramp in his right leg. No lights, no colors, and emotions: a cramp.

Over the day the trial was repeated with exact same results. Given the right conditions, with the right method, with the right person and above all with the desire and intention to do so, I only got cramps.

frustration as if it were not already very big, my fellow meditators shared experiences full of special effects, was disarmed in tears of emotion and repeated more or less the same words loaded with meaning and sentimentality.

view of the evidence, I had no choice but to conclude that all lied. Not by malice, or conscious, but they all lied. Books, movies, who recommended me to start, my instructor, my teammates. Surely they did not maliciously or make me feel bad to me, but they lied. They were so eager to feel something special, that they persuaded themselves that they were feeling and part of that belief was put lip service.

Once sure of this, I put aside the frustration and sadness that I did not feel the same as others, to make way for mocking laughter, the cynical view and condescending remark every time I came to tell you something related. This made the process much easier. It was not that I'm not wrong, but that what there was much talk

is much easier to go through life believing that what we are not going to be looking there it seems is not coming.

(Who says a day now, while taking the time to meditation and nap time, all barriers are falling and you have a supernatural experience.)