Trilogy of Emotions — Of Hatred and Resentment.

THE ILLUSTRATED EMOTIONS OF AN ORDINARY BEING WHO LONGS TO BE EXTRAORDINARY

This is a story lived through in a passage of verses, understandable in the light of the wise and the ignorant, of those who have faith and those who doubt everything; for anyone who needs a voice of encouragement, but also for the one who has stopped believing in themselves and in a mighty God; for anyone who wishes to know, or simply to understand, and also for the one who reads out of curiosity, out of gossip, to connect, to see themselves reflected, to simply feel understood, or to grow angry and set it aside. This is an experience: it is astonishing to read the tales of THE ILLUSTRATED EMOTIONS OF AN ORDINARY BEING WHO LONGS TO BE EXTRAORDINARY. It is simply to know and reflect on what is read; it is to believe, to return to faith, to give God a chance and to trust the conviction that with Him I can do all things. And if in myself I am nothing, it is because He provides the good if He stands at my side. But when He withdraws, the tense hours arrive, and solitude, the feeling of emptiness with no understanding of why; it is simply to weep.

THE NOSTALGIC FEELING

The nostalgic feeling, dwelling in the darkness of my soul, tells of itself as a weak being who, infected by humanity's harshness and tainted by human wickedness, turns bad; I am drawn to what is gothic and tragic; I feel a weakness marked by the insults of those who wish to destroy my soul. But my energy is powerful, and my darkness will not let itself be swayed by insignificant people who surround themselves with creatures like sewer rats, cockroaches, and insects. That is how I compare them, for their cruelty toward humankind. The desire for hatred, for blows, for death against them passes through my mind, but my merciful, kindly soul does not permit the commission of hatred toward others.

Their words wound, but ignoring them makes them grow weary of never seeing my weaker face: crying or despairing, shown in emotions like tears and desperation. At times it hurts, and I feel like the saddest person in the world; I begin to think my life miserable and to build in my mind fictitious images of a promised revenge.

My soul gives me strength and my hopes; determined to leave a mark upon humanity, I will not let myself fall. I am only a poor poet recounting his shortcomings in a long poem written by his own creator's hand.

I FEEL UNWORTHY AND I FEEL ANGRY

I feel unworthy, I feel angry; I hate everything and cannot master my own wickedness.

I respect your thinking, though I do not share what you believe. One must be prudent on delicate matters where opinions should be withheld. Needless jokes, excessive humor: hold your tongue in what you say, for not all of us agree; do not laugh in serious moments, and know how to respect the room.

In this life, not everything is happiness. People feign an allegory of full contentment; they believe that being sad is wrong. A false society, wrapped in lies and hollow creativity, believes that without money one cannot triumph. There is a need to learn to think; in a society that lacks the capacity to reason, using one's mind is not considered wrong.

Your dreams cannot be broken. Though you fall into weeping and pain, the struggle must go on. A world awaits you with open doors, and humanity longs to know your thoughts. Do not lose your gift by forgetting it in routine, nor believe in the hardships that seek to clip your wings.

To manifest is to hope in the midst of adversity, and to believe is no wrong; be yourself as you begin to shine.

THE FEELING

Today's logic differs from yesterday's; to understand this journey is to walk alongside many emotions: the student years past and the adventures full of joys and angers; to understand my fellow beings, to accept each one as they are — this is empathy in its fullest expression. But it is absurd to live behind a façade, in a character, silencing things that should have been spoken. I do not regret it, though I should have spoken and been the most hated, or simply understood and stayed quiet, not meddling in what did not concern me. In the end, I hated many and loved others; I matched with some and detested the ways of others. Yet at the same time I understood them all, and grasped their weaknesses and strengths, their failings and their knowledge. I understood that we are all human beings, that we fail; and in turn, we forgive one another. We must grow and leave our wrongdoings behind. This, in verse, is the journey through THE NOSTALGIC FEELING and the understanding of why I FEEL UNWORTHY AND I FEEL ANGRY.