At this time I find myself thinking what?
Reflection Laura Denu, which is located at:
http://lauradenu-lauradenu.blogspot.com/2010/06/le-ferite-e-la-riconciliazione.html
has placed me in front of a question that, on balance, I thought I already adequately addressed. The issue of reconciliation, I had already reviewed by the theological point of view and from a personal perspective, I had already tried some correlations, but the text of Laura called me back with force to rethink and, therefore, to review. This is the beauty of the dialogue that eludes many, the beautiful can challenge ourselves with the issues that we have already established.
reconciled with whom? With what? Here's what Laura puts a new perspective, namely the reconciliation born and is produced by the fact that you have wounds, wounds that claim to be healed, that claim to be more intrusive in our lives.
We have established and, in some way, they also set aside our wounds, hide them or because you no longer see clearly and honestly addressed the "who" has produced! Perhaps we have got to not have to give so much weight that it produced those wounds, but in fact not we care, we have not healed, we have healed our wounds, which regurgitated at every opportunity. Are those ghosts that is behind us and changes seen in front of us without warning, without a logical justification, which will reopen suddenly bringing to surface the same pains, the same feelings.
It is thought to have overcome the issue of having resolved that it had sufficient motivation to move on, but it is not so! In fact, as you can ESSECI dates motivations, explanations and so on, the wound was left open, and that means quite simply that there was no reconciliation. Yes, because what is essential is to understand that reconciliation is not with "other", but with ourselves *!
Who wound me, who I have offended, who has devastated my life, who has always prevented me to be, as has been the person or people who have caused the injury, not injury. But what hurts me, it hurts today, is the wound that remained open, which is producing pain, and the one that claims to be cured, healed, healed.
And I think to myself, I think I have healed many wounds, how much reconciliation I have worked on myself. I think my pain, my fear, my deep sense of failure, my feeling a "King Midas in reverse", and its index in the real ho ancora ferite profonde che non ho curato, che ho voluto, tentato di dimenticare.
Una giornalista con inistenza mi chiedeva se io avevo perdonato chi mi aveva devastato l'esistenza. Cosa avevo da perdonargli? La mia esistenza era stata messa nelle mani di penne senza scrupoli, di personaggi indecenti che per soddisfare i loro pruriti o quelli dei loro presunti lettori né avevano fatto scempio. Chi mi aveva ferita, chi mi aveva oltraggiata non era certo quell'individuo che, malato, aveva fatto le sue nefandezze! No! La ferita mi era stata inferta da altri soggetti, mi era stata inferta dalle istituzioni dello Stato, quelle istituzioni che io avevo onorato e servito nella mia dimensione di cittadina libera e tesa ad essere consapevole. Alcune istituzioni state, the ecclesiastical structures of a reality, the vulgar activities of those who write in newspapers and television is not the least of professionalism and professional ethics, they hurt and I was outraged!
They are the cause of my pain, my fear, my deep sense of failure, my feeling of a "King Midas in reverse! But they are only the cause, not hurt! And I have to look good in my face wound and stop being distracted by those who inflicted it to me. All of them, anyway, serve anyone and anything!
My wound is there, and that with which I must deal really! But I do with this injury I have to "reconcile", I must not fall nella trappola della "giustificazione", poiché non sono giustificabile né io né loro!
Si, io non sono giustificabile, poiché ho creduto - e credo - che un mondo migliore sia possibile, e ho creduto - e credo - che ci sia il diritto per ogni persona di avere una possibilità reale. Dovrei forse giustificare questo che credo? No! Non ci penso proprio a dover trovare giustificazioni a ciò che credo, per quanto queste mi abbiano esposta e continuino ad espormi. Ed ogni volta che mi espongo e mi rendo bersaglio, nella mia più piena consapevolezza di quanto sto facendo, diventerebbe assolutamente ridicolo che io trovassi pure l'onta, verso le ferite che mi procuro, di dare delle giustificazioni. Ed è proprio per questo I believe that, at the same time, I can not find any justification to those people, none of those people who represented the state institutions that represented the average, which represented the size of the Church! This
my injury is too serious for me because I insult with excuses! But all my wound is serious, and none of those I've insulted with the justifications for this are healed, so have become decorations in honor.
But the wound that I still open my pain, and as far as I know deeply sapppia and what size it produces, which puts it way deep into history, it gives me more pain, because my wound has the precise names, and that's why always reappears and does not heal. My wound is called abandonment, disloyalty is called, is called prejudice, pettiness Chama, is called opportunism.
I could say that this is the "legion" that torments me, that torment that is still waiting for someone to set me free!
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