In love

     I have been acting different. Have been filled with excitement and energy. It is like with every step I take endorphins are released, by the millions. What a great feeling. I am wondering what's causing it. If I know the cause I might be able to perpetuate it. I started to do some exploration. Somedays I feel like I am an enigma to myself. I have inner places I haven't explore, other ones that I don't want to...at least for now.

   Today, I realized what's the reason for the emotional commotion. I am in love...with an illusion. Is that a good thing? It could be if you are truly aware, otherwise it isn't. Based on the dictionary illusion is "something that deceives by producing a false or misleading impression of reality". So this cannot be good. I have been sucked in a tornado, and I am covered with the frustration of what it means to be deceived. What do I do with those feelings? I guess I have to deal with them the best I can and alone, because an illusion can't be clear or reaffirming, it can't listen, it can't have a dialogue nor can't understand how it feel on the other side. An illusion can't coexist with reality, because it is an oxymoron.

   While this discovery was going on, I thought of a book I read a while back. The book was titled "Ser como el rio que fluye" or Like the flowing river from Paulo Coelho. This book compiles a series of small stories and one of my favorie ones was The story of the Pencil or "La historia del lapiz". When I saw the title I said to myself what is this gifted man wasting his time writing about a pencil. A pencil isn't an object that we think much about. I know it has two purposes, write and erase. I decided to read the story anyway since I usually love everything he writes.
    In the story there is a wise grandma (just like mine) giving her grandson a life lesson. She told her curious grandson that more important than the story that she was writing, was the pencil. She told the kid "I wish you will be like one when you grow up".  The kid saw the pencil the same way I see it, so could imagine his reaction. The grandma started to describe the five qualities of a pencil, she even said "...if you obtain and retain these qualities they will make you a peaceful person...". At that moment, and before I read the qualities I wanted to be like the a pencil. The five qualities described were:
1) the pencil could do great things when its guided by a hand.
2) endures change through suffering when its sharpened, and it could do better things after it.
3) it allows us to erase mistakes.
4) the important thing isn't the wood that is made of, but the interior, the graphite.
5) it always leaves a mark, so we should careful of our actions.
  
    And how its the pencil story related to my love to an illusion? If I had all the qualities of a pencil I wouldn't be in this predicament. I guess I didn't allow the Superior Being to guide me like a hand guides the pencil. I have endure suffering that by all means have made me stronger, but it hasn't affect my behavior. I wish I have an eraser to erase some of the mistakes that I have made in the last few years. I am leaving a mark, but is that a good one?

    Today I have decided to be more like the pencil. I am erasing some of my mistakes, I am going to re-write my story. An illusion can't be center of my life, an illusion should be treated as such. Am I afraid of reality? In some ways I think so, otherwise I will not he holding on to an illusion.