What if?

If that primordial thought, the original idea that gave foundations to the History of humankind was simply not accurate?.That 1rst. thought that became feeling, then emotion and end up being the root of our deeds: doubt, fear, panic…violence, solitude, poverty, depression.What if that was never necessary?, if there was never a reason to doubt in the first place?.If everything we see is the simple reflection of our beliefs, if the illusion became so obvious that not a single human being could denied it in the last corner of this planet?.We have created a History so different from the original sketch, turning our own home into the very hell, our family into mere strangers or enemies.A History, based until the cellular level in negative thoughts. A big, huge lie that we all, one way or another, sustain as the plain Truth.Isn’t that what we are uttering every time?; that in the end we are nothing but simple limited beings out of resources, and that we cannot do better?.Well what if that’s wrong?, what if the true was that the world we are living in, was created by our selves completely?, as individually as collectively?.Will we be capable to reverse the enormous effect?, how will we react if we discovered one day that it is and ever was in our own hands?.Truth never gives up. I have hated it thousand of times, I have denied it, resisted it. And why?, because “the awakening” was usually abrupt.I have had to be violently shaken almost every time, not a sweet experience. I have had to overcome separations, break-ups, and sudden solitude on stage. So after a painful interlude, acknowledge that I still make the same mistakes and I have a lot yet to walk.I can’t remember anymore how many times I have said the same: I hate to be right sometimes!. And it is because I easily turn premonitions into catastrophes and true Greek tragedies. I have even put it a name: me and my mortal gun, my mind.But I always complain: God! I appear to like all the drama!, why do I enjoy ironically the suffering and my role of martyr?.Who in his sane mind wish to live drowning in drama?, no one!. But that is precisely what we do every time we raise our hands, just so we can say: I knew!...What is the reason to that low image of our own lives?, why do we expect so little and please with even less?.Why do we find thousand reasons to discard every human encounter?. Why is it that every time we fall in love and love with all our might the first thing we think is that it wont last?.Why every time we are being happiest we can’t help but anticipate the end?.Why life has to be so harsh and that’s the plain truth, that's the way it is?.Why every time we feel vigorous and healthy, we cannot help but presage illness?.Why if you laugh today you will cry tomorrow?.Why is that everything that started well, end up bad?.Why is that God loves us but punishes us cruelly?Why do we live like this, why?