WE ARE THE ARDOR
It is simple to know ourselves, we are our ardor, and our ardor is that which, if it is missing or impossible to experience, will make our existence a misfortune, and that most of the time we will feel exiled from life, abandoned to our own fate in a strange land, without welcome, without the grace of connection with the Life of our lives.
The ardor is us and we are the ardor, and the ardor instills in us enough courage to, regardless of obstacles or rules, overcome and transgress whatever is necessary to, at least, get closer in a constant way to the object or subject that represents our ardor, and as none of us know, a priori, how to do this, it also happens, as we walk along the path, that in many cases we switch gears, and confuse our ardor with countless futile fantasies.
Ardor is only one and unmistakable, ardor is what is truly sacred in us, and which we will never profane, because if we profane the ardor we cease to be ourselves.
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