Written Words

I always remember hearing about how we should never leave something in writing that could compromise a future personal opinion. Something like: words written in the sand , time can make them disappear, in the stone they are forever. In other words, something I always heard was: think twice before writing and posting something. I believe this is one of the learning that life has shown me that is not quite so.

Writing is good, even if something can happen in the future that somehow re-signifies what was written. Writing, in my opinion, helps to make it clear to ourselves what we think, who we are, and what we believe.

Personal truth is very focused on the set of experiences we have, the truth about me for instance , being   told by a third party can usually be accompanied by an opinion or an analysis of a fact lived by me, and then you know it…

Before writing this post I was thinking, “What did I think I knew and what do I know about writing today?” Concludes that I thought I knew it was better not to write (and publish), because what is written gets registered and this seemed to be something not very positive.

Well it is positive. It is a way to concretize the moment lived. It will not change the facts lived by a person, which deserve, in my opinion,  to be described by the person who lived the fact the situation.

Where am I going with all this? I’m going down the new path that is the way to leave in writing what I believe and what I know as truth. Without written words, often love, attitudes, actions can not communicate intentions in a real way. What written words do. That which I thought I knew, that it was best to avoid writing, encounter to the contrary, writing is liberating.

So I want to say that I am happy to be able to write and to be able to communicate these truths that I thought I knew that today I see very differently, or I see confirmed. These thoughts I am saying during the second stage of my life. Writing is liberating and will mean that in the future who knows 30 years I can see and understand better who this 50 year old woman was. That every year that passes is closer to Mom’s age, at the time of her life when she went to live on the higher plane next to her father.

Could be the way to return to common sense

I understood, a long time ago, that to say to a person when she or he  says something, shares a feeling, a frustration, an information, is comforting, to whom is talking listen: “I know what you’re feeling”, often I say this based on a personal experience, or lived by a close person. I would like to share that, demonstrating, I understood the situation, always brings calm and serenity to a moment of tension, I do it in a sincere and natural way, without protocols. It’s good!

Even though the calm and serenity is only on my side.

Following the rules of common sense: first listen, This is easy, at least for me. However, to say that I understand, this is the part of common sense, where to “feel the pain of the pepper in the eyes of the other”, makes sense. I know I am repeating myself, but living in a world so different and physically far from my people, made me realize, how important it is to say and demonstrate to the other person, I understand, I know what you are feeling. This, listening, listening and listening has helped me, in many situations where there are, during those 52 years, I am convinced that my intention is positive, that the message I have communicated will bring something good. For example, I might be talking about following the law, one of Jesus’ teachings, things like that. And at that very moment, my interlocutor clearly demonstrates that he or she is not understanding what I say.

A long time ago, it was not easy, now, I know it is part of a process and as a result, every day more frustrates me less, to see that the other person is not understanding, but I am !!!

I’m listening, right?

I have learned that understanding is different from accepting or believing, or supporting an idea, and this understanding is helping me to navigate at times, where common sense has been lost, but understanding, could be the way to return to common sense.

Common sense

I realize that the basis of my acquired values ​​and that I recognize in my current life only makes sense, if something that, in the course of my life, was spoken, with great intensity. I also realize that, and throughout my experiences I learned, that this intensity, forced one action “to be” desired above others, this “something” is common sense. It is a practical wisdom not learned in schools or books, just living. My nephew Lucas,says that the ancient Greeks called this wisdom of Phronesis, the highest knowledge of human ethics. Yes, above all knowledge, whether in the world of work or in the personal world, common sense can still be the key when making a decision.

Having been educated in a Catholic family, fundamental foundations of Catholicism, were part of my formation. The path of roses, the path of the thorns, be like Mary, love disinterested love, Jesus walking on water, preaching from the top of the mountain, the transfiguration of Christ. Today, I realize, my common sense has this basis, solid foundation. In a moment of justified rage, in which all my instincts scream for a reaction that could cause pain in the people around me, common sense speaks louder. It works like an antivirus, which protects and does not let me be contaminated by the polluted environment around me.

Looking at my present and my past I realize this, my common sense is based on very simple laws. Solidified by the education I received from my family in childhood, and beyond, from my surroundings as well. Talking to Father Santo Guerra about the Bible, he taught me that the flood meant that God, the creator, had given a second chance to humanity (my first Eucharist catechist, Inez Rosseto, asked him to talk to me about it, because, I was asking a lot of questions on the subject). That day, I was sitting on the warm step of the balcony that was in front of the canonical house, he was drinking chimarrão. After speaking of the flood, he gave a big smile and mentioned how it would be best for me to follow the stories of Jesus. In the Old Testament, the figure of Jesus did not yet exist, he came to us to teach us and clarify many things, I never forgot that moment.

I realize that my “hard core” is a Catholic family. Today after so many years, after receiving formal education, and have lived the first half of my life. I realize that the meaning of my life, what is at the center of my life, which forms my common sense, are exactly these teachings of my early years. I realize the existence of easy and difficult moments, which involved fundamental decisions, easy and difficult, and in them common sense has guided me. I also feel, and with great joy, that I am comfortable within my own skin, for I know what I did built with my story. This also means knowing that being part of other people’s lives, near or distant, involves taking this common sense, and leaving a little of myself with each one of them.

Does this mean that I know the whole truth, that I do not make mistakes? No, it is far from my pretensions. But I know what’s underpinning my values, what makes me be me. Many people may not agree with what I do, or what I believe. And this is good. I do not want a world full of Aidas. I just want you to know that I desire only good, even to my enemies. And in this my common sense helps me, it helps to guide my intentions into what I believe. The time has passed to try to be something different, or something new. Today, I know, and I learned that I am, I am Aida, and every day I like it more.