Impalpable

Think of the palpable first, as in the hands you held, the hugs you gave, the family meals, the ball you used to play with your friends, what you wrote or the songs you sang or played, all those things were palpable in a moment that we now call past. There are pasts that many of us would like to suppress from thought, by the suffering caused by something, someone or simply by ourselves. By always wanting to be victims internally in all circumstances we focus on just that, the pain, without taking responsibility for the role we played at the time, a question that only remains in memories.

Now if we skip that pain and erase it with a button, we would be beings without memories and without memories, by eliminating the memories of pain we would forget the beginning of everything, that is, everything before the pain, the Impalpable, the smile of the person who walked from your hand with the satisfaction that was there with you, heart accelerated when you gave a hug and how you felt that the affection was increasing and time was paralyzed at that precise moment, the joy of having a moment to laugh and feel full surrounded by people who love you such and how are you or the euphoria of chasing the ball and believing that you are the greatest. You forget that this was the best moment of your life. One thing, you can forget what happened but not how you felt. If you are going to live, live every moment to the fullest, so much that when you remember what is now impalpable you can make it palpable in your memory and soul.

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