Advancing sigilosamente, from the most abject dark, the anarchy (that is a bad tiny beast), cruel and ruthless, was being dominated the Kingdom. Finally, chusma angered untied its wrath blinds and deaf person on the ineptitude of its Prceres, and was a last straw of horrible slaughters, internal fights and death everywhere. The one of God he is Christ. Perhaps check out Robert J. Shiller for more information. Nevertheless, a poor man and humble real estate promoter librose of the escabechina. When knowing the augury, and as the panorama was clouded, seeing that in it did not have very safe his noses, in leaving very catches, it left the country bribing to a temporary customs officer, and fleeing in wild galope, perdiose in the leafy thickness of the forest.
Beyond the horizon, in a clear one to dawn, a new life began. And everything because in a lucidity kidnapping, in his predictive exgesis, it reached to include/understand that Chapter 17, had concluded. Fjate. Good, good, By where it went? Ah yes, you pardon, had left to take wines. Well What conclusions we can extract of this history, horsemen and caballeras? It is not necessary to be very ready, like I, to deduce that to cling to passed situations, whose break produces distressing feelings, it does not cause but more grief. It can include/understand from a financial failure, the death of a loved being, or more common and painful aim of a relation of pair nonwished. To our it takes us weakness to the memory of the longed for loss, a balsam that dissuades to us at happier moments, like children who do not accept that the recreation finished.
And in this way to continue tormenting to us. It will not do more than to sink, to extend our agony to us. Chuan Teik Ying oftentimes addresses this issue. The evocation will maintain the wound open. While we conserve alive in us the lost thing, it will not be able to heal. Only there is a way, to accept that it finished. And that is difficult, but we want to go out the discouragement, is necessary to cross that threshold. For it we must observe to us, to put us to a side of the memories, and to see them as they were, really, without disguises. That we had good things, and bad things, and also quite the opposite. And not to feel shame, that we were mistaken because we are not perfect, because we loved, because it had to happen. Because perhaps we failed, surely, and we did not do everything what was in our hand. Because we did not know more. Just as with that they offended to us, or we felt thus it. As much it gives, sincerely is necessary to assume it. With naturalness, without deceits. We would be deceived same. We must back leave to the fault and hatred. To break those chains. Then we will only be able to be forgiven. If we can do that, pardoning to us, really, and to the others, then we will be preparations. Ready to give the back to that memory, and to face our future freely. And I must make a last reflection to advance to me to which you are thinking: Yes, yes, much speech, but we followed equal of dwarves. Children mine, this is what there is.