I had to write you yesterday but I had a bad day ... and did not want to devote that.
I write to you today, and I do it here because I promised it to you.
I want to tell a story.
You know how a pearl?
A foreign object enters the shell of the shell and from there can not leave.
The clam shell that lives in the struggle to fight to defend themselves against this predator and begins to create a sort of smooth, hard shell, called nacre.
The predator remains inside the shell and the mollusk continues to always protect themselves by creating around him, layer upon layer of this shell, to cover all of the foreign body.
Hence the pearl.
This is a bit 'the metaphor of pain.
When pain enters our lives, of any pasta is done, is a stranger to whom we must defend ourselves not to disappear under her indomitable presence.
How does a clam in its shell, we need to make that pain like us, covering, layer upon layer of all the little great things everyday that make us who we are, then he no longer afraid, and indeed, transform into a pearl.
I wish you always had the strength of a mussel in its shell, without fear of being afraid.
The fear and pain make us human, and many times are the key to the beauty of our present.
leaves room for the pain, look at him and make it like you.
E 'this is what I wish for you ... you found out early so that you have your perfect match is always hungry for life, for thy and that of others.
Because life heals itself with life.
only with life.
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