But not everything is shadow, in the world of the streets, there is also light.
But often promoted by beings of shadows, who want to bring to light individuals of light.
And that in them, they are stuck.
"Shadows sometimes arrest beings without light, because they do not accept being from the shadows, but the shadows that love shadows, give light back to the beings of light, so that they can be their shadows."
The shadows teach those of the light that they are of the light, when they do not know it yet, because they have been manipulated and despised by other beings who thought they were of the light, and were shadows.
I learned to value and love myself, with very dangerous people who showed me who I truly was, and they made me see that my soul was light and pure, and that I shouldn't be in their midst, but who threw me there .
But I loved whoever threw me there, they are my blood.
And darkness came to show me that light lives in light and darkness in darkness, that the two paths are parallel and the two sides walk together but in opposite directions, and that one depends on the other.
They taught me that I should love myself, for being me, and whoever threw me there must also love themselves for being who they are.
Because each one came for one thing, I came to light the way and they came to shade the way lit by me.
God put us together, because my light shines, so much so that it needs a little shadow to dazzle it and I don't become arrogant, arrogant and end up erasing myself, because I think I'm more than all other beings also of light , which, have, put there.
God allowed me to see where I was light, and where I was afraid to be light, so that I could be all light.
God allowed me to see where the darkness was in my life and to understand that the shadow beings who came along with me came to make my glow more beautiful, and rarer, because as much as they haunt me or haunt me in yesterday, he allowed to see that the light is and has always been there within me.
We are terrified of finding ourselves in the mirror of life and being something we don't want, but when we wake up and realize that we are who we can be.
And that what we can be is what we would like to be, we become complete, and I had the street to show me that.
The street showed me that I am a sensitive being, incapable of evil, and even capable of taking the side of someone who harms me and harmed me a lot and take care of that someone until their last moment if necessary, without hatred, revenge, or grievances, but on the other hand, I am able to leave and not go back, not to be with that same someone, if he is happy and at peace.
I saw a strong woman capable of taking the next step, which I did not know because she had lived with toxic family members for too long and whom I was unable to leave behind because I feared for them even though it was necessary for me to fear them.
And the street made me see that it was time for me to move on without looking back, although the whole world covers me with the posture of going back and bringing back what was once a torment for me.
The street taught me to say yes and no.
The street taught me that I am a being of unconditional love for the human beings around me, but above all I am a being who loves myself unconditionally, because when I was put to the test, and life made me choose, go on well or change , I moved on, despite the fear, the pain, I felt.
I'm grateful to those who did all kinds of harm to me and tried to manipulate things to drive me to the streets and even crazy, because they only showed me who I was, and that was wonderful.
I discovered that my ambition exists, but it has the measure of doing what does not harm me or any other being, be it animal, plant or human.
I found that I go in search of what I want, but without destroying anything or anyone, and that if I realize that something I do effectively can cause spiritual, physical, moral, intellectual, social, financial damage, to someone or something, simply I stop, and I don't take the next step, even though it costs me a lot of pain and physical suffering, but it hurts less than it causes me spiritual suffering.
I chose love, not hate, revenge or bitterness, although life has given me many opportunities for all of that.
The planting is free, but the harvest is certain.
I know I'm not perfect, but I chose to give my best, even if my best isn't enough for many, but it's the best that belongs to me, because the talents given to me were given to a certain extent and that's where I I base to offer what I am capable of, it is from this measure that the other will receive my best, as it was assigned to me by God, no more, no less.
I don't measure myself by other people's rulers, nor do I measure anyone by my ruler, each one knows how far the responsibility measures that God has given for themselves go.
I don't charge anyone to be someone else, so that no one charges me to be different from me, to please you.
The good things on the streets led me to beautiful experiences that I'm going to report little by little.
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