Taking care of yourself is not selfish.
In fact, it is the greatest gift you can give to the people you love.
Think about it.
When you are falling apart, who has to pick up your pieces?
When you are constantly living in stress, who bears the weight of your mood?
When you refuse to face your problems, who ends up carrying them for you?
I take care of myself for you, and you take care of yourself for me.
This way, no one drags the other down.
Your personal growth is the best gift you can offer someone.
Many think that loving means desperately needing the other, but true love comes from being whole.
So that you can truly give instead of just taking.

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Se nulla ha più un senso.
Se tutti i tuoi punti di riferimento sono crollati.
Se la vecchia vita ora si sta sgretolando.
Se la mente è annebbiata, stanca, occupata.
Se l'organismo è esausto e desidera riposare.
Festeggia.
Fidati.
È un rito di passaggio, non un errore.
Stai guarendo
in un modo tutto tuo.
Ora contatta la terra.
Inspira.
Espira.
Fa' spazio per gli ospiti:
La tristezza, il dubbio, la paura, la rabbia.
Un antico senso di vuoto.
Vogliono solo essere sentiti.
Vogliono solo attraversarti.
Sei un recipiente, non un sé separato.
Sei un cielo, non il clima di passaggio.
Una vecchia vita se ne sta andando.
Una nuova vita sta nascendo.
Gli altri potrebbero non comprendere.
Ma fidati comunque.
Festeggia.
Rispondi.


di Jeff Foster
(guida spirituale statunitense)
da facebook


🌈


If nothing makes sense any more.
If all your reference points have collapsed.
If the old life is now crumbling.
If the mind is foggy, tired, busy.
If your body is exhausted and longs to rest.
Celebrate.
Trust me.
It is a rite of passage, not a mistake.
You are healing
in your own way.
Now contact the earth.
Breathe in.
Exhale.
Make space for the guests:
Sadness, doubt, fear, anger.
An ancient sense of emptiness.
They only want to be felt.
They only want to pass through you.
You are a vessel, not a separate self.
You are a sky, not the passing weather.
An old life is leaving.
A new life is being born.
Others may not understand.
But trust anyway.
Celebrate.
Answer.


by Jeff Foster
(us spiritual leader)
from facebook

Voglio che sappiate quali cose meravigliose vi aspettano in futuro, anche se non sembra.

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Tutto bene, amico?

Ciao, come va? Tutto ok?

Ho la mia sciarpa!

Sei nervoso?

Sì.

Ce la possiamo fare.

Ora sono eccitato, andiamo!
C'è anche il sole.

Va bene, una torta veloce?

Una torta? No, amico.
Amico, prendi sempre una torta.
Oggi non mi va.
Entriamo, dai!

Gabbiani! Gabbiani! Gabbiani!
Eccolo, ora sono nervoso.
È tutto così difficile.
Forza ragazzi, andiamo!
Ho bisogno di aiuto.
Perché sono così patetico?
Nessuno mi vede?
Non ce la faccio. Continuerò a fingere che vada tutto bene.

Onestamente, ne avevo davvero bisogno.

Va bene, ci vediamo presto, ok?

Sì, amico, prima che tu vada, voglio solo chiederti: stai bene?
Se non stai bene, va bene lo stesso.

Si.

Sì? Dai, amico, puoi parlarmi, non essere sciocco.
Che succede?

È solo che... Amico, onestamente, non so da dove cominciare.

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Have you ever noticed how we treat failures?
We see them as stains to be erased, as if they were wounds to be hidden from the sight of others.
All this happens because we think that making mistakes ultimately means not being good enough.
Yet think of trees.
Every ring in the trunk comes from a wound that has healed.
Each crack tells the story of a winter that has passed.
We are the same.
We don't grow despite our falls.
We grow because of them.
Pain bends you.
But it teaches you to resist.
It empties you.
But it creates space for something new. It leaves you with scars that will become roots that keep you standing.
The truth is that failures do not diminish the value of your life.
They are the chapters that make it complete.
Because without falls, you would not know what it means to get back up.
And without wounds, you would never discover how strong you can be.

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Hey there!
I'm your eighth-grade self.
Congratulations on finishing secondary school.
I'm very proud of you.
It's incredible that you're almost eighteen.
I imagine you're very different from me.
But even if you're the same, that's not a problem.
How did your entrance exams go?
Well, I hope they went well, otherwise you know school sucks.
What else?
Do you have a boyfriend?
It's okay if you don't, but if you do, he has to treat you well.
Because you deserve it.
Is Dad still acting silly?
If he is, it means he's not a real dad.
I hope you're not sad about leaving your secondary school friends.
But you'll make new ones at university.
And you can always stay in touch.
Even if something went wrong, it doesn't have to keep going wrong.
You know, middle school didn't go very well, but I have faith in the future, I really believe in it, and I can't wait to be you, but be honest.

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