Overthinking

I always thought I had this eerie, ominous ability to ñredict my future.

Maybe all I did was declare it from the root of my fears and insecurities.

At the very least, despite eit all, God seems to have mercy on me and gave me a great partner, which I am more than grateful for.

In all his human essence, all his imperfections may sometimes provoke my discomfort, sometimes my anger, my despair or not meet my expectations. But I've never once stopped loving him, cherishing for who he is in his entirety.

I am blessed indeed, for such a wonderful companion, for as long as he chooses to walk by mi side and keep me by his.

I may not be prone to feel safe and protected, I've felt pretty much abandoned my whole life, even if by a thread I've kept vital support in a manner that has been as consistent as it could.

But when I take his hand I do feel welcome, at the very least.

I have a tendency to overthink things, to get myself ready for the worst possible outcome, to commit myself to anything I get to choose, to it's ultimate consequences, be it a rational or an emotional decision (I try to stay away from the latter, as they are foolish, chaotic and tend to destroy everything around me). 

But overthinking simply paralyses me and gets me nowhere.

It has prevented me from many experiences in life.

And I do not want to overthink anymore, at least not on the important decisions in my life.

I want to face life and it's blessings head on, willing and certain. And at least I think I have earned s bit of certainty over the years... Some peace of mind, honestly. And some peace of heart, to bloom and blossom and to dare to be happy. If for once in my life...

Eclipse

Por un brevísimo instante, las sombras cubrieron la Tierra y su contraparte, un lugar bajo la Luna llamado Terra Prime.

Paraíso entre las sombras que danzaban con la pálida y tímida luz de la Luna, fiel reflejo y contraste de la Tierra.

Parecía, por un momento, que ambos mundos colapsarían, que intentarían ocupar el mismo tiempo y espacio para estallar uno contra el otro.

Duró solo un instante de eternidad. Una vida entera pasó delante de sus ojos, mientras otra se le escapa a de las manos.

Mía miró la cesta entre sus manos. Cada elemento allí colocado era un tesoro invaluable.

Un baile bajo la lluvia, flores, promesas, deseos ardientes, sonrisas que no podrían evitarse.

Cada uno una estrella en un manto de noche, cada uno resplandeciente luz de Luna.

"Cuánto tiempo más vas a perder contemplando esas cosas?" Preguntó la Bestia con desdén, el orgullo personificado de la dama de la noche, si elegante pelaje negro contrastaba perfectamente la nueva de desdén que mostraba amenazadora mente sus afilados y nívels colmillos.

"Asriel..." Susurró ella, ahogando un sollozo. Suspiró y levantó la mirada, creando un río que nacía en sus ojos y corría por sus mejillas.

"Sabes lo que tienes que hacer, este sitio está por desaparecer y no permitiré que perezcas con él. Se nos acaba el tiempo, y ya has perdido demasiado, aplazando lo inevitable." La Bestia se levantó de golpe, su tamaño resultaba ahora imponente contra la delicada y pequeña figura de Mía.

"Nunca podré irme del todo de aquí" señaló ella mientras una mano enguantada en armadura tocaba su hombro en señal de compasión, desvaneciéndose cuál vaporoso espejismo.

Una llama oscura con tintes blancos y una luz radiante al grado de enceguecer, crepitaba al fondo de un ominoso horno.

Uno por uno, Mía tomó los relucientes tesoros, entre ellos una cadena con un cascabel grabado en plata con su nombre.

Uno por uno los arrojó al fuego, cerrando los ojos y entonando una oración al dios del olvido.

"Todo esto nunca pasó, -él- nunca existió"

La voz que al inicio le temblara incontrolablemente, con cada repetición de volvió más serena, rezando tal mantra con el fervor de quien pide con desesperación su propia salvación".

Olvido... Solo si lograra el olvido, sacrificando sus tesoros, sus recuerdos, solo así podría ella salir de la desvaneciente Terra Prime.

Tanabata había llegado y era hora de que terminase... Había durado su inocente deseo una vida, pero todo llega a su fin.

No podía ir a la Tierra, en busca del lugar al que pertenece, sin tener su mente clara y sin desechar la identidad creada en las sombras.

Las llamas devoraron con ansias cada tesoro, hasta que el mismo manto de cielo nocturno, del más fino terciopelo, fue consumido por completo.

"Nos vamos. Ahora. Y no se te ocurra mirar atrás, no habrá a dónde volver... Aunque quisieras." Sentenció la Bestia con tono grave y autoritario, del que no admite respuesta.

La tomó por el cuello, justo bajo la nuca, como transportan los felinos a sus cachorros ... Si bien su mandíbula permanecía firme, tuvo cuidado de no lastimarle en absoluto.

Mía parecía entera, bella como la luz de la luna y con el fulgor de cien mil estrellas, majestuosa como la dama de la noche que era ... 

Cruzaron el umbral a la Tierra, como fantasma que se encarna...

Mía dejó de serlo, se tornó en mujer, fuerte, resiliente, capaz, con verdes ojos de felina curiosa, su mirada triste que viajaba hacia el fondo de su ser, desapareciendo con un soplo de viento, mientras suspupilas se tornaban humanas.

La Bestia seguía a su lado, tierno gatito negro convertido en su sombra, ronroneando juguetonamente en su oído.

"Estaremos bien, todo va a estar bien. Siempre has podido con esto y con todo lo que ha intentado matarte."

Perdiendo su nombre y consciente de la identidad que ha construido con sangrez sudor y lágrimas, csminó bajo el sol, hacia el brillante amanecer, hacia el sol que radiante llamaba a sus nubes a celebrar que la oscuridad se había ido como una pesadilla que desaparece con los primeros rayos del alba, incapaz de resistir la luz para salvar su vida.

"En total olvido, no hay dudas" dijo ella para sí. "Tampoco nada que te detenga" le respondió la Bestia desde su sombra.

Terra Prime fue solo un Eclipse en el interminable tiempo del mundo. Un espejismo en la tela de la realidad, que como una arruga que se alisa, desapareció sin rastro. Cómo un sueño que desaparece al despertar... Y ella había despertado.

A quest for Devotion and Meaning

It was not what I should call a sleepless night.

But I am quite certain I have been chasing a dream... A dream so vivid, so... Binding. It is not a restrictive dream, it does not tie me anywhere, rather, it anchors me to a feeling, one so deep it kept me awake searching through the reflections of my subconscious.

It has honestly -and really- been a while since I had such a lucid dream.

I still wonder, in my waking hours and in all lucidity, why did it have Pattinson's vampiric face, with those hauntingly bright eyes in a mix of copper and ember-esque glow that was so ardent, so filled with desire in its different aspects and meanings, and so fervently filled with devotion.

I have felt my own desire wane, as if my inner moon had gone dark, waiting to shine again once it wakes... (As if it would do so ever again)

I have been living under the sky, keeping my feet closer to the Earth, passing time in my little cell, letting it pass around me, waiting life out... Waiting for that inkling of a spark that signals the chance I've been awaiting for.

The chance to burn brightly, to sing my life out in a blaze so ardent, so beautiful, that if it goes out, if it ends... It would not matter, because the memory and the feeling of its light and brightness would remain instead.

In my dream, that haunting face and gaze, that voice , keeping my attention on him ... On that stranger I thought to be mine, the one I've forever chased in so many places, eyes, scents and tones...

That elusive dream...

In the dream I chase after the lust I've lost, the spark that does not ignite anymore. The one I know I can find somewhere, not where I am, but rather closer to where I burn to be...

So different from where I am more likely to be supposed to be.

In the dream I am aware of the one sleeping beside me, of how I've closed myself to the love I've been given, to the desire of a shared life, a shared home...

I know why I closed my heart. I know why I shut my faith. I know.

And still, I know: the brighter path, the life under the sun, the Earth I have built for so long, is there. My every morning under the sky and among the clouds is there.

And I desperately cling to the faith I am supposed to give, I try so hard to open myself up again, to trust the future I am yet to see... I go and fulfill the role of pleaser, of enabler, trying to find my place like this... To find the role I am supposed to play in all of this...

And I hear His voice, as He caresses my short and curly, unruly hair so lovingly, as if he pities me.

-You have to Make sense of your life, to give it meaning. You have to Build a life of your own.

And I childishly and stubbornly present him with a cute shaking of my head, pleading, that I don't want to do that, not anymore.

I seek refuge in his arms, burying my face and head in his chest, running away from the intensity in his gaze that can always see so clearly through me.

I just want to have that ardent pyre within me again, to ignite it once more. To have my bond to love be complete, and not split as I know it is now.

I strive so hard to find my spark ignited once again, to enjoy that role so much, that I once again enable myself to explode into a million stars inside, alongside him, as I used to do so many times before...

-You have to let go- he says as I struggle. And I am aware of his faith, blind and lazy, irresponsible even, as I tend to see it, in this "letting go" of all effort, of all personal intent and quest, of how capable he is of surrendering himself to a being he does not even know or comprehend... Who does not even move a finger for him really, nor for any of us... But for a purpose we cannot even fathom. It is not a being I consider evil, but by no means focused on us, on ANY of us. We are just not that important, really.

As I doubt this decision of his to abandon the realization of his will, I wonder if he realizes that his "guiding hand" did know that at the same time he was asking people to be holy, they were being just humans, following their nature. Binding in the ways of flesh... And I laugh at that irony inside.

I am aware of his explosion, of his release and the calm, loving, collected and full of wisdom way in which his face and voice reflects how he looks at me.

-Listen, and see. This is my Mausoleum.- says His voice.

And there I am absolutely aware of who He is. But not of who I know him as.

I still question my mind about it. Why Pattinson, of all people?

And I know, after a few hours of being awake.

Well, basically, because I had given up, in all honesty.

I had really thought love was lame (as Pattinson's acting roles, honestly). A silly dream for those who really did not know any better.

It was, after all, a Mausoleum. A solemn place to be dead at.

Not a Covenant, a contract or a solid promise, not a worthy way into life or a living. A solemn place for the dead.

And I realized I have been biding my time, waiting to die. So disenchanted with how unable I've been to build a life for myself in any way.

So disillusioned with how I've been denied my every idea, dream and project since I was old enough to choose my way in life...

- School is not for you, you are lazy undisciplined and untrustworthy. You are not worth (nor deserve) anyone investing on you.

- Forget about University, you'll never make enough to pay for it.

"And if you do, you'll never have the energy and time needed to go through it"

 -Forget about a professional career. Who do you think you are? No one will care about your worth or your work, but rather, how much they can exploit you.

-Do not even dream of building something on your own. Who do you think will buy into that crap? Everyone is busier building their own lives, surviving through their day... You're just not even worth their time.

"I am alone, dispossesed and definitely defeated before I even start". Crushed, under the sole of a boot too large for me to even fathom.

"No one will help you." Nobody should not want to. They have their own battles to fight. No one will hold my hand as I traverse through the night into the light.

So disenchanted, so Disappointed I was, that I wanted to kill myself.

I had not gone through the phisical pain of it, I did not stab my heart.

It could have been really painful and messy, even ugly, but also quick.

I had chosen to remain, chasing after the chimera of finding meaning through another. Clinging to a life together.

Silly me.

There is no such thing.

I burned myself out, time and again, trying so hard to prove I was worth it, that I was a good option...

Stupid little me.

I have nothing to prove, no one to surrender to. No one to convince or to get approval from.

Perhaps I became sick because I was trying to get permission to live a life.

No one has to do that for me.

I do not have to live a life I do not want. I get to choose the prices I pay and what I like.

I get to choose my timing, and I don not get to want anything from anyone. I don't need it. It slows me down.

It just distracts me from my path. I owe nothing to no one.

I take what is given and give what I choose.

I am not bound. And do not deserve to be. I AM FREE.

I had released myself from the illusion of matter, and entered the unknown.

I slowly unravel myself from the bonds that I had placed upon me as heavy anchors and chains, waiting to kill me someday.

I have contained myself, waiting for the time, the place, the one, that I can be myself with. No more.

I found me, embraced me, and took me by the hand to walk under my moonlight.

I do need to make a life of my own, and to give myself a reason to do so: my own happiness and comfort.

A life for me, with me.

And if anyone wants to share in it, cool. If not, I don't give a damn. I don't need anyone else for that, really.

I am actually, quite at peace on my own.

My enclosure has been both my punishment for believing in others and putting my faith in them, as much as it has been my slow death and saving grace.

I hid from a world that did not want me, and I emerge to myself, in a loving embrace.

It's time to let go. To let everyone go their own way.

And to go on my own.

It is sink or swim, even if it does not feel like it

 It dissapoints me (and also saddens me to some extent) to write here mostly when Iam under some measure of discomfort or distress.

Today it has been another one of those times.

Another day, another rant. But no definite solution.

Another instance on which I feel I am only truly measured by the extent of things I handle and take care of, regardless of who may have caused them, just the way She expects, when She expects it, how She expects it... and all as if I had the obligation to read HER mind.

I am not an extension of her by any means, and neither am I her underling or under her ANY command. She demands and expects blind obedience. As if I did not have a mind of my own (faulty or not).

NO.

She causes her shortcomings, SHE deals with them. I tire of being too god for what she earns me to be towards her. And on top of it she thinks she is qualified to disqualify my every kind action towards others...

NO.

I may not deny thruth in the words of others, that does not compel or bind me in any way to do their bidding just because they waive those words around to blackmail me into their command. Not hers, not anyone's.

It really does not help the cornered position I am in -which greatly reduces my patience-, nor does it steel my resolve strongly enough to try another round of self-sacrifice to attempt to finally break free and never return here.

I have come to doubt myself once again, this time due to a reduced health. It seems all I have really achieved by working myself to the extent I have, is to undermine my health. And now I wonder hoe much more can I take before I seriously (and God forbids it, unreparably) break down myself.

I am waiting, -in the dangerous game of waiting- for the right chance, the richt way, the right moment... I know I am tretching my chances thin (thinner than they already are) by betting on the skillset I have so far collected (which apparently is not unique in any remarkable way, nor overly useful to anyone, along with my personal set of morals and work ethics).

I have bought for myself the idea of not compromising my morals for a workplace's apparent needs or demands. And I have dearly paid the consequences of it, but do not regret my decision for a moment.

Unrepentant as I am, I am still looking for a way out.

I know the chances and ptions for it are narrow, but I have to find the answer, somewhere, somehow.

I recently witnessed someone I know in a similar position, and wondered -in my judgemental view of him, of his responses and of his arguments on his particular situation and the events that led to it, if I was being too righteous on my judgement, if I was clouded because of my personal dislike for him, thinking of him as whiny and placing himself as the victim of outter circumstances, and not of his own actions and their natural consequences...

I know I am, to some degree, leagues away from the kind of person he is. But She judges me as if I was the same or worse, and has done so for a very long time. So long, I believed it for years to be true, and strived to become quite different from it.

I also wondered if this, more individualistic kind of person I learned to be, inspired by the counsel and encouraging words from my Cloud over the years we have been together, is also the right choice of who am I to be.

I do feel righteous on that path, that is for sure, limiting what I chose to give out to people based on the merit I consider them to have earned, rather then the one they rantingly demand of me. It for sure risks future cooperation from those I have limited, but it also sets a precedent tnot to mess with me, or I withdraw my aid irrevocably.

The mercilessness my anger and hatred have instilled in me are also there. And I amd not inclined to abandon it. I may tire of my anger and my hatred, but mercilessness has also been a powerful shield for me, to protect myself from the outside, fro the people and the situations and feelings I have not yet learned to manage properly.

It is all those things I have yet to master the managing of, which have inspired my strong desire to be away from people, from most people at least... and most of the time.

I have noticed I have been looking for support on my way of thinking and on my views, as I have started to cast my own doubts on them. It may all be just a phase of my most recent period of personal growth, and not so much of a symptom of being too isolated for too long, nor of having a mindset that does not allow for objectivity in it at all.

I know I am a warrior,  I know I throw myself at things head on, even stubbornly in a direct way. But I do not regret it.

I can learn to be more amiable abut things, to handle them with a bit more care andperhaps a measure of delicacy. To hol my tongue when it is not needed and where it is not requested.

I need to learn to let go of analyzing the issues of others and to instead dedicate myself to work on my own.

At the very least, I eed to get myself out of this hole, to abandon my prideful attatchment to this cell of a small space I had claimed over a childish notion of property, and to fly away, even if I do so into the sun... but to fly and never return.

Years of experience have taught me (and I hope sufficiently so) that this environment is rotten and is rotting me inside, and that even if I am to perish in the way, at least it would be under my own terms.

LGR2

Lacking, or in the process of Aquisition.

It has been a while since I last made a post on a reflection over a topic like this one, but here I go:

I was present on a sale process, more accurately, its conclusion. A small vehicle was sold, and as it was a peer to peer transaction, it happened very differently than I had imagined it should.

Once the buyer reached the agreed destination -along with the companions that came to support him- he immediately continued his previous trend (which started over the phone before the meeting) to try and lower the price even more than what he had already achieved it to become.

Then there was an inspection on the vehicle, as it hoping to find more reasons to lower the price further, more than making sure it had the quality announced in the online sales post.

In the end, the vehicle was successfully sold, even if a little under the lowest selling price the seller tried to keep for most of the selling process.

What ended up happening, for me, was a deeper disgust for the buyer, the more he insisted on lowering further a price that had already been accepted to be lowered from the initial sales price.

I understand there is a certaing room to negotiate the price on an swcond-hand item, depending on its state, but I cannot shale the feeling that constantly attempting to lower a price under an already lowered offer, with arguments on the expenses the buyer would have to go to acquire the object or what they would need to invest on it, after the purchase, to be both irrelevant, annoying and very disrespectful, almost to the point of being insulting.

Maybe it is the fact that I loathe needless insistance on a very clear "No" kind of statement. Perhaps I consider it deeply unfair to try and go over the already established limits of something, just to get your way.

And there is the distinct possibility that I have just grown up in a confrontational dynamic and environment, under the influence of someone driven by control, rules and thinking only of how things "should" be VS how they really are. A somewhat "my may or the highway" kind of atmosphere.

And so I have come to realize I share that confrontational approach to most strangers under conditions that violate what I seem acceptable.

Another example is my tendency to curse people in a low voice, any time I find my path blocked, an unexpected person or vehicle crossing my path, someone too close for comfort, walking slower than me when going towards the same place, street vendors, door to door ones, tele marketing calls/messages, etc...

It may be a consequence of myself throwing myself inside my room and locking me inside for hours, even days... To try and lower the accumulated discomfort of a perticularly rough day.

Or maybe I am just as intolerant, prejudiced and biggoty as the people I used to criticize when I was a teen, or even worse.

And more importantly than that, I wonder how to reduce the commonly high levels of anger and annoyance I can get to, by interacting with others.

It does not happen all the time, nor with everyone, but I can think it is fairly common to have my patience reduced over conversations with others.

For example, I was one day talking to someone about their family matters and concerns. And beyond the obvious pain and grief of their family member, what I could see clearly was a childish attempt at manipulation and emotional blackmail (to name it in some way) towards the concerned person.

Maybe it is because of my inability to understand such grief, or how it may be more important than what the concerned person had already plans to do (the concerned person was telling me why I had suddenly been cancelled on our appointment, you can all imagine how thrilled I was to hear it was over family drama that the other siblings may have been able to solve instead...).

The family member in grief already has a routinely amount of allocated time from who cancelled on me. And I though and felt it unfair for them to board more over whatever else the concerned person wanted to do.

Maybe it was the result of many years of advice on how unfair it is to me to be cancelled upon for things like those, needlessly prioritized over my timeand over the word/commitment on the appointment.

And worse of all, I have come to see may things as emotional blackmail, as people are needlessly attempting to have others give them more time, attention and care, or have them take over their own responsibilities... And I am so sick of it, as if I somehow took it personal in some way...

Maybe I have just learned to see the world in shades of an "every man for himself" expectation.

And I want to start healing from that and turn myself to a more hopeful view, but not as overly naive as I once had. I just don't wanna be so angry nor so often.

Mewshie

Reflexiones sobre Redes Sociales.

Tiene ya algún tiempo que vi en internet un contenido que indicaba que la mayoría de los "tweets" y sus comentarios eran de "hate", argumentando que el anonimato del internet crea una atmósfera en la cual las personas se sienten más seguras de poder expresar opiniones negativas, críticas y argumentos de odio.

Tiene poco tiempo desde que, a raíz de ponerle un poco de atención a las notificaciones del celular, he explorado algunas cadenas de "tweets" y opiniones de personas que al inicio y en apariencia (según sus perfiles), me parecieron interesantes. Sin embargo, quizás a causa del día Internacional de la Mujer y de la polémica que se desata con ello acerca de la victimización de la mujer en el país, he visto llover el "hate" en redes sociales (FB y Twitter, en su mayoría).

Incluso, al establecer una crítica sobre un contenido, me ví a mi misma, durante la edición de mi comentario, expresarme de una forma más agresiva de lo necesario. Noté que el hartazgo acerca de la existencia de contenido antagónico con respuestas aún más antagónicas, me había afectado y me encontraba molesta ante todo ello.

Decidí hacer de mi comentario algo mucho más decente de lo que había tecleado inicialmente. Le persona que lo publicaba era inocente de mi molestia y además, conocida de mi Nube. La chica, de buena fe, invitaba a analizar un contenido que, lamentablemente, era por demás polarizado. Me limité, entonces, a exponer la polarización del contenido y a ampliar la invitación al análisis del mismo, estableciendo un par de conceptos que no se mencionaban en el mismo, pero que eran necesarios para extender y profundizar en su análisis. 

La respuesta de la chica me sorprendió por su amabilidad, la cual logró me apenada aún más de mi intento inicial de respuesta.

En Twitter, en cambio, un comentario mío acerca de la importancia de dar un significado positivo al día internacional de la mujer, agradeciendo las felicitaciones y los buenos deseos que se emitieran por tal ocasión, en lugar de solo reforzar la importancia de la fecha en base al daño histórico realizado en contra de -y sufrido por- las mujeres. Si bien el comentario recibió varias reacciones positivas en forma de "likes", la respuesta de la autora del tweet no se hizo esperar mucho, claramente en contra y cuestionando el origen de mi comentario.

Me animé escribir un post en FB declarando mi opinión y explicando la misma, acerca de las marchas en el país que se han dado en los últimos años, con motivo de tal día, al que afortunadamente recibí reacciones positivas de parte de personas que considero tienen, en muchos temas, un criterio y juicio objetivos, además de gustar de hacer análisis y de fundamentar y establecer sus argumentos, nutriendo el diálogo.

En las redes sociales, más allá de la fecha en cuestión, ante la repetida presencia de críticas, cuestionamientos y reprobaciones de muchos comentarios respecto a diversos temas en los que no concuerdo, ya sea de forma o en esencia, en el todo o en sus partes, me ha sido muy notorio encontrar esa expresión común, desesperada y llena de hartazgo, de desaprobación y de la superioridad de la opinión propia, por encima de los argumentos, de los hechos y pruebas. Ese divisionismo que, en lugar de ser inclusivo, separa y confronta a las partes en una lucha por tener la razón o la última palabra,

Ahí es donde extraño la frase "concordemos en que no estamos de acuerdo". Si bien no se trata siempre de convencer a la otra parte de que se tiene la razón, sí se trata de respetar la decisión y la capacidad de tener una opinión distinta a la propia, de tratar de engender cuál es el punto de vista del otro y de dónde proviene, de aceptar que el otro tiene su propio camino a la verdad y que no siempre se ha de coincidir con otros.

Y si, la abundancia y la constancia de opiniones y reclamos por opinar distinto es agotador, tanto para la paciencia como para el ánimo, pero es posible dar un paso de vez en cuando hacia la objetividad y el respeto.

Si bien hay mucho contenido cargado de negatividad, las expresiones de apoyo y de argumentos positivos también ayudan a generar esa sensación de saberse comprendido, de que la opinión propia no es fruto de un concepto aislado o que carezca de cierto realismo.

Así que no todo es malo, ni bueno. Ni eterno. A veces cíclico, sí, o aparentemente abrumador, pero todo pasa. Y depende de uno con qué elige quedarse, al final del día, para recordar o para dar continuidad en el pensamiento, o en la acción.

Si algo me queda claro, es que mientras se carece de madurez, ya sea porque no se haya adquirido o porque se pierda, el diálogo se vuelve cada vez más violento y corto de argumentos. Que sí existe el sesgo informativo y de experiencia (y que siempre ha existido, aunque sea mucho más reciente la dimensión que alcanza y tiene ahora). Y que a pesar de todo esto, sigue habiendo gente -aún entre los internautas- que tiene la intención de traer al menos un poquito de objetividad y pensamiento crítico a cualquier tema.

Nuevamente, gracias por leer.

LGR2.

New adventures

Ya ha pasado mucho tiempo (de nuevo), y una de las cosas que quiero compartir aquí es mi "reciente" descubrimiento por mi muy largo gusto por lo que ahora llamamos "Isekai".

Si, es un subgénero de la fantasía (generalmente literaria y luego adaptada a otros medios audiovisuales) y es tan ien un cierto rango de historias, que tienen en común el cambio de un mundo conocido o de origen, a algún otro mundo diferente (generalmente con más amenazas, poderes mágicos y sobrehumanos, etc...) En el que los protagonistas obtienen una nueva oportunidad de hacer sus vidas de manera distinta.

Ya sea que lleguen al nuevo mundo por error, por azar, por secuestro sobrenatural o reencarnados, la idea del "what if" (y si...?) Es lo que me.oarece que hace mucho más atrayente a este tipo de historias.

Yo me enamoré desde niña de mundos como el de Krull, de lugares como Eternia, de héroes como Thundarr, villanos como Jareth (el rey de los goblins), personajes como Inuyasha (y Sesshomaru... <3) entre muchos otros...

Y el contar con una multitud reciente de historias que incluso mezclan elementos de juegos tipo RPG en sus arcos argumentales, me ha encantado.

Llevo ya muchos años dándole forma a un proyecto literario que nació de un montón de ideas, aparentemente inconexas, que fueron poco a poco tomando la forma de una historia épica y que muy probablemente me tome algunos libros en contar por completo, al menos desde la travesía de quién la cuente según su propio testimonio...

Siempre me ha intrigado la posibilidad, ese "y si...?" Que proponen tales historias, al visitar mundos, la capacidad de crear una historia allí, distinta a la que tengo en esta vida, con capacidades diferentes y con circunstancias distintas... Como ocurre a veces en mis sueños loquillos...

Y por el gusto de explorar esos nuevos mundos e historias, es que he escrito esto hoy.

Nos leemos más tarde.

Feli.