I would be mad ...

I would be mad not see that I do not belong to myself, that I  do not control and do not command my feelings.

I would be mad not understand that something new came over me and my life.

I would be mad not to accept everything that I am and have comes from God.

In my blindness, I thought I could control how I feel ... kill love and be on my way.

In my misunderstanding,I thought that my thoughts and findings were only merit of my intelligence, logic ... foolish pride ....

On my refusal, I thought everything I was It is just the result of long hours of work.

And who I am ... learned from life and my courage ... silly claim.

I am not anyone or anything without my father ... I am the work of a powerful being and owner of all that we see, touch and also what we do not know that there is ...

Today, feeling a tightness of the chest, and a strong shortness of breath quieted me ... smiled ... with all the agony that my body felt, I was invaded by a peace, and happiness ... At that moment I imagined .. . I'm coming home ... I'm sure I did my best .... I did the only thing I needed to give meaning to my life .... I loved

Gone .... Still here typing this text as part of a context, a history ... now with more certainty than ever, I am not of this world, I'm on it ...

I made my option, I made my choice ...

I am feeling at this moment a child sitting on father's lap

I choose to be happy ...

Rosa Soares