I was so in love that when it ended, I felt as if I was a broken glass on the floor, shattered into one million pieces.
I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t understand.
Out of the blue, I met someone who seemed like God in the disguise of a man. What he did was simply to hold me in his arms for a few hours. With infinite patience and tenderness. The sweetest thing ever.
I was not the same person before and after. His warmth transferred positive energy from his body to mine.
It felt as if he had taken each little piece of broken glass and mended everything together so I could feel whole again.
His dark green eyes and the words he said to me will remain forever in my mind. Honestly I will remember this moment until the end of my life.
Although the chemistry between us was through the roof, the compatibility was zero because he was married. So I did not give him my surname, my number, the promise to see him again, nothing.
I will never see him again and this is fine by me. It was not meant to be.
This magical moment had only one purpose: to bring me back to life, to remind me of who I was despite the hurt.
I am so grateful. This is a true miracle.
My friend my sister, never underestimate the impact you can have on another person’s life. This man saved me with his kindness, love and respect.
I was immensely lucky to be around people from various backgrounds, some very wealthy and others on the contrary quite underprivileged.
It gave me such an open-mind and helped me to make the difference between wealth and freedom.
To live in the comfort of luxury but without the freedom to choose the person we want to marry for instance seems like total failure to me.
I know that I am at the beginning of my entrepreneurial adventure so consequently I am not financially where I want to be yet. However, I have in my life a value worth everything: freedom.
The freedom to choose, the bravery of being willing to disappoint people without feeling guilty, because at the end of the day, what our parents or others impose on us is eventually so we are happy, isn’t it?
So I choose to temporarily disappoint to prove that my joy was worth it, to prove that by choosing the path which brings me passion and enthusiasm I can also attract wealth.
When I saw her for the first time, I knew I loved her. Us not speaking a common language was not even a problem.
Later, I am sure she could feel how I was in love with her son, sincerely and completely.
She will never be my mother-in-law eventually, but it would have been great. I wanted to take care of her, to give her massages, to let her breathe a bit and take time for herself while drinking my green smoothies with chocolate.
I even dreamed of her being present at the birth of the child I could have had with her son.
Mothers-in-law have such a bad rap. I love my mother-in-law to be, even if I don’t know her yet. I send good vibes to her already.
“Plants grow well when the gardener has a big heart” said two men when seeing me growing aloe vera, flowers and orange trees.
I notice how more and more men who are very masculine feel free to talk about the importance of having a big heart. It makes them even stronger in my eyes.
I was struck by a statement of Sadhguru in his fascinating interview by the great Tom Bilyeu: “This Indian Mystic Drops KNOWLEDGE BOMBS (I’m Speechless!) | Sadhguru on Impact Theory“: “Children are not race horses“.
To be willing that my kid becomes at all costs a lawyer or a doctor does not guarantee his happiness, far from it sometimes.
My children do not belong to me. How could I think myself entitled to dictate or even influence, according to my preferences and subjective perspective, their choices of career and in life?
The Universe or God has the capacity to bring us right next to a great man who would love to love us.
It is as easy as a human being moving a little ant from one room to another.
I don’t believe we need to look for love. Love comes to us when we are ready to receive it.
I believe love comes naturally, like pure flowing water, when we remove the walls built around our heart.
I love Abraham Hicks and Byron Katie about that fascinating subject of romantic relationships.
Now it is time to receive and in both ways. Thus, my aim is to be the best person I can be for a man who will be willing to give to me and to whom I will be able to give, without worrying I am giving without nothing being ever received as this is the case for these famous unavailable men, who cannot or do not want to receive.
Giving and receiving are the two faces of only one thing (see the French book Le feu de l’esprit about that – its review is here in English).
It is time we receive all the love each human being deserves my friend my sister.
It is also time we can give our love to a man who is happy to receive it.
The pleasure of giving is sometimes higher than the pleasure of receiving.