Nobody is born knowing floor. I say, always good enthusiast gentleness of life, it took me at least fifteen months to begin to contemplate the painful possibility of raising my beautiful ass filled with talc and welcoming Hipoglós of laps that rocked me so maternally. When I got up, of course it was not that great: lacking coordination, lacked attention, lacked concentration, lacked provision. The Curtinhas legs did not get along very well. Not moved at the same pace. Ended, sooner or later, always giving a way to tear down that beautiful baby on the floor silly. And how many tumbles. And how many mourners. And how many laughs. And how many purples.
Many falls later, I finally began to rehearse more adjusted, synchronized, aligned, well-trained steps. Time and again, the euphoria and children’s self-confidence obviously were causing some small wound and sometimes even large and embarrassing falls disguised by yellow smiles who stumbles no longer has age to fall. The truth is that so far I fall from time to time. I learned to laugh at my fall, it is but natural that some still cause pain. The important thing is that now I walk. If you want to run. Jump if you want. Hop on one leg if you want. Plant banana if you want. Even back foot on the head, believe it or not.
And I learned that with love is like that. Learned empirically, using that very same method falls with which understood the lessons of the floor. I learned that like almost everything in life, in love, is a practice that makes perfect. Or imperfection, since it is she who brings such grace to this beautiful energy we call love. I learned that it is useless to try to love you just right off the bat. Gotta love it wrong. So clumsy. Thus baffled. Is loving this weird way that you will gradually straightening step. And the tie. And the compass. And the hug.
They say that no one learns nothing from the mistakes of others. It’s that each have their own way of loving. The more you listen the best intentioned advice, read the most romantic stories ever invented, consume the entire contents passionate blog, listen to country music at full volume with a pint of ice cream in the arms or watch a lot of soap opera reprized, says nothing you do not train. Understood once and for all: is loving you learn to love.
Always had anger petty people. Celebrity saving love, then … Why keep these immense resentment. People say it is afraid. She (e) does not deserve. It is not worth. That is not right. Understood, loved, no need to be. Training is training, game is game. Ama. Even just a warm up. Only a naked weekend. Only one goal on goal fifteen minutinhos. But love. Who loves you more, love better. And you can not imagine how happy are good lovers.
Is no less lovely after a lovelessness. The world needs people willing to love. Understands that past loves are training for the big and true love to come. Laugh at them. Realizes that love is not finite as well. You do not need saving. He plays more than the live lactobacilli that strange yogurt graciously insists you still take.
So love. Love, because it always worth it. Flame of love it. It is very short. It’s beautiful. It is audible. No need to label, name, surname, registering or notarize. Only love. An hour after both train in the same way you learned to walk, will show that other leg willing to accompany you hiking in exactly the same rhythm as yours. You will fall, will stumble, go up. Will coordinate, will organize, go hiking. You will, finally, to love.