There was a man who was in love with a river. He spent long hours watching over the waters that carried leaves and stories from other cities. This made the man feel happy.
Source: Grupo de Apoio “Vida Bem Vivida Amor Exigente".
He loved to run to the river every afternoon after work. He would then jump a fence and reach a small beach. He would every day sit right next to the river, with his feet moving in the thick sand, right beneath an old tree.
He confided secrets to the river, laughed with the river. He stayed there until there was light. Most of the times, he only realized that it was night time because the moon paved the river water.
He stayed there, recalling his memories. His eyes were river. There was a unity between both the man and the river...
But one day, the sky darkened. Clouds covered the Earth, the rain fell upon the world. The river bed was filled and then everything turned into a flow of water...
Trees were uprooted. Leaves gave way to heavy branches that scratched everything that was found on their way. Everything disappeared in the middle of the raging waters.
The river rose, crossed the borders, knocked down fences… It then reached the man's house and destroyed everything it encountered.
When the rain stopped and the sun came out, the man felt desolated. He would have to start again from the beginning and how difficult it is to re-start. He kept thinking about the river and about what to say… Then he said:
- Why? Why did you do this? I trusted you. I was certain this would not happen; between you and me. There was so much love between us; a love that did not deserve to end up this way. It’s not only the mud that is in my garden; it’s the trust that is gone forever, the love that is gone forever, it's a goodbye that is goodbye forever...
The river tried to explain, but it was pointless. They never met again. The man moved far away from this place… The river kept dreaming of one a day seeing there, under the tree, the one who should never have gone from there...
These words speak for themselves... We tend to easily forget the good times and keep negative memories for a long time…
Hugs, warmth... Sometimes we have 100% and because of 1% we loose 99%... Have you ever notices we always get stuck on this one 1%???.
We always keep the image of the destroyed house, but deny giving life to the enlightened river. We forget a lifetime of charm and remember only the marks of the wound. There are many people living like this; forgetting that love helps to withstand the storms of life.