Tadany Um refúgio para a alma e um convite à consciência.
He was a kindred spirit of the road, a hitchhiker of fate, always ready to embark on a new adventure or chase a fresh idea. He lived to quench an unquenchable thirst for rebirth, walking hand-in-hand with the original, the unknown, and the new.
John used to say that his life was a revolution of dreams, vivid visions that swept through his mind, nourished his spirit, and took shape as he wandered freely from one horizon to the next.
He was a kindred spirit of the road, a hitchhiker of fate, always ready to embark on a new adventure or chase a fresh idea. He lived to quench an unquenchable thirst for rebirth, walking hand-in-hand with the original, the unknown, and the new.
John’s path was one of exuberance. Life felt radiant, boundless, and paradisiacal. Then, came the day he decided to pursue the “grandest of all fortunes.” But from that day forward, John would sadly recall that the sky turned gray. His dreams began to wither, and a heavy inertia took hold of his soul until, in a state of desperation, he fought to understand the source of his misery.
He realized then that the adventure which promised liberation had become a cage. What was meant to be a spark had left him hollow. The partnership meant to support him had only confined him.
Awareness had turned into judgment; love had turned into possession. The light had faded into darkness, and mutuality had soured into selfishness.
Essentially, what he thought was a cure had become a disease; and what was meant to breathe life into him had ultimately crushed it.
This wretched misfortune traces its genesis back to the day of his wedding.
It happened because of his spouse, the woman, the soul he had chosen to complete him, had distorted every precept of mutual support. She became a thief of his spirit, a usurper of his peace, and the executioner of his virtues, his will, and his dreams.
And so, John, who was once the embodiment of joy, became the mask of sorrow. He who was once pure love became a well of resentment. The man who was a radiant light faded into a long twilight. He who was simply John became a non-entity.
And in becoming “no one,” he lost the very memory of himself. Having lost the essence of who he was, he ceased to be everything he had ever been, including, and quite simply, John.
P.S. This could just as easily have been the story of Maria.
Acharya Tadany.
Meditation on Imaginatinos.
Barcelona, 19 December 2006.
Photo by Stephen Radford on Unsplash
Translated from Portuguese by Gemini.
