The road of life

“Walker there is no path, the path is made by walking”… wise words from Antonio Machado that serve to masterfully describe what the path of life is. There is no path by itself, right, each one of us is shaping our pathhis path, his personal history, full of successes and mistakes, happy moments and bitter drinks.

But that is life, you only learn to live it, precisely by living, living without fear, walking without ceasing despite the stones that we find along the way and that sometimes make us stumble and fall, stumble and fall and then get up again, with more desire and strength, without looking back; because The past is gone and the future is yet to come.because we only vaguely glimpse a distant horizon that has not yet arrived.

But in the meantime we are taking steps, sometimes at a light and firm pace and at other times like a small snail that hides its head in its tiny house… but we take courage and continue forward, walking along the path of life because…”Walker is not There is a path, the path is made by walking.”

On the path of life every decision counts

Sometimes we will have to decide whether to cross the river or take another shortcut, we will enjoy when the sun shines in all its splendor and we will have to endure when a downpour falls on us; and thus collecting pebbles along the way and small but precious flowers or a few drops of rainwater that we will keep as a reminder in our memory of everything that that downpour taught us.

That downpour that taught us to cover our backs at that moment, scared because it could cause an absurd cold that would prevent us from continuing to walk lightly or because it could stain our clothes or our hair and not look as handsome as we should in front of some companion we could find in the path…

And it is that We will fill our backpack, a backpack that will weigh a little more each time and we will also have our face and our skin more tanned by the sun, the wind and the rain, but we will be a little wiser, wiser on the path of life because…Walker there is no path, the path is made by walking.

Willpower, courage, continuing to walk, humility when we need it and pride when we have managed to climb the mountain will help us on our long path… that long path that is life and for which there are no definitive answers, because you only learn by walking.

Because the mistakes are also successes; because vulnerability, fear and uncertainty when the night comes and we are alone on that path in which everything becomes strange and mysterious shadows that confuse us and cloud our vision also have their charm.

Everything happens and everything is

Because…

Everything happens and everything is,
but ours is to pass,
pass making paths,
roads over the sea.
I never chased glory,
nor leave in memory
of men my song;
I love the subtle worlds,
weightless and gentle,
like soap foam.
I like to see them painted
of sun and scarlet, fly
under the blue sky, tremble
suddenly and break…
I never chased glory.
Walker, they are your footprints
the road and nothing more;
walker, there is no path,
the path is made by walking.
When you walk you make a path
and when I look back
you see the path that never
it has to be stepped on again.
Walker there is no path
but wakes in the sea…
Some time ago in that place
where today the forests are dressed in thorns
the voice of a poet was heard shouting
“Walker there is no path,
the path is made by walking…”
Blow by blow, verse by verse…
He died the poet away from home.
The dust of a neighboring country covers it.
As they walked away they saw him crying.
“Walker there is no path,
the path is made by walking…”
Blow by blow, verse by verse…
When the finch can not sing.
When the poet is a pilgrim,
when it is of no use to us to pray.
“Walker there is no path,
the path is made by walking…”

Blow by blow, verse by verse.
Antonio Machado.

We invite you to watch this beautiful video in which music and voice are put to these beautiful words from one of the best poets of our time.

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