Versión en español - My native language
Estela se ha preparado un guiso de carne para el almuerzo. Entre los trajines del hogar y alguna que otra llamada telefónica dio dos o tres vueltas por la cocina y plantó el caldero en el fogón. Ella odia cocinar. En realidad odia todo lo que huela a labores domésticas. Sus mejores ocupaciones son soñar, escribir, leer, ver series de televisión o películas y proyectar ideas creativas que a veces consigue realizar con algo de éxito.
Todo estaba a medio hacer en la casa. Menos el guiso, que olía rico. Estela mira a su alrededor, se encoge de hombros y piensa que quizás mañana, sin atropello, pueda hacer alguna que otra cosa; así quizás, en la jornada siguiente completaría una tarea más y en lo que los días caen como gotas de lluvia en un balde, iría solventando la angustia que le provoca ver todo incompleto. Pero ella misma lo está y su casa es el reflejo de un alma solitaria, a la que le gustaría tener a ratos un poco de compañía.
Sentada en el escalón de la puerta que da al patio se mira las manos y piensa que se ven un poco estilizadas. Flacas es la primera palabra que le viene a la mente, pero la cambia ipso facto, pues suena mejor la otra; su connotación es más positiva, digamos. Se queda un rato mirando sus manos, le parecen bonitas, no tienen callos, no están manchadas, las uñas limpias en extremo y perfectamente recortadas. Suspira y piensa que hace milenios nadie, excepto ella misma, es acariciado por sus manos. No es un pensamiento extraño, es solo un pensamiento que lleva a otro y a otro y a otro…
Estela tiene por costumbre mirar un canal de Youtube mientras come. Incluso, cuando hace alguna de esas labores que detesta, escucha a ese hombre que habla de metafísica. Se siente un poco molesta porque él dice que hay que mantener el orden y ser minimalista para que los pensamientos rueden con facilidad, para que las buenas vibraciones tengan un paraíso donde manifestarse y ella no consigue mantener el orden y mucho menos ser minimalista. Lo comprende, pero le cuesta un poco desprenderse de ciertas cosas.
Se ríe, respira fuerte y se levanta de un tirón para ir a buscar su guiso. En definitiva ya es tarde y lo mejor que puede hacer por lo único minimalista que conserva es proveerle del delicioso alimento, para luego -casi seguro- tener una placentera siesta. Esa siesta en la que aprovecha para poner en su mente cada deseo que alimenta desde lo más profundo de su ser. Lo mira, lo calcula, lo siente y lo aprieta tan fuerte contra su pecho y su corazón que el deseo y ella se vuelven uno.
Ya con el plato de comida sobre el mantel, los cubiertos acomodados milimétricamente en la mesa y una botella de agua, en la que a ratos centellean las luces que se filtran por entre las ramas de los árboles, Estela solo tiene una cosa por la que preocuparse para almorzar con tranquilidad: buscar la más reciente entrega de su mentor de metafísica.
Esta vez, el hombre aparece con un nuevo tema y pone a Estela en alerta. Va a hablar del Karma.
Sus palabras son miel. Él ha sido muy importante en los últimos años de su vida, en que una decepción tras otra la dejaron fuera de combate. Por sí sola decidió sostenerse de esa única cuerda que apareció un buen día colgada de su portátil. Y agradeció el momento de descubrirla porque cada capítulo era una brazada hacia la superficie, hasta que se sintió en condiciones de flotar. Estando allá abajo, en el inframundo, se le hacía muy difícil conservar el aliento y la fatiga se apoderaba de su ser, como un bicho raquítico pero mordaz. La oscuridad fue ganando terreno sobre su alma, pero también melló su cuerpo y sus ganas de una forma espantosa.
Estela descubrió un mundo de posibilidades a través del maestro. Aunque todavía le faltaba mucho por mejorar, sentía, olía el camino lleno de nuevas aventuras, historias contadas con exuberante belleza y las que quedaban por contar… ella misma se hizo eco de algunas y las configuró con deleite para que quedaran bajo la firma de lo eterno, lo sublime. Llegó incluso a enamorarse de uno de sus personajes.
Pero esta vez el maestro habla del karma. Asegúrate -dice- que lo que hagas no dañe a otro, asegúrate -repite- que lo que deseas no dañe a otro, pues toda esa energía regresa.
Estela se siente un poco mareada, confundida. Devuelve la primera cucharada de guiso al plato y se pone la mano en el corazón. Necesita hacer una revisión profunda de sus deseos. Acaba de descubrir que está presa en un laberinto y no tiene un hilo que la ayude a salir.
Estela has prepared a meat stew for lunch. Among the hustle and bustle of the home and a few phone calls she gave two or three laps around the kitchen and planted the pot on the stove. She hates cooking. In fact, she hates anything that smells like housework. Her best occupations are dreaming, writing, reading, watching TV shows or movies and projecting creative ideas that sometimes manages to do with some success.
Everything was half done in the house. Less the stew, which smelled good. Estela looks around, shrugs and thinks that maybe tomorrow, without haste, she could do a few more things; so maybe the next day she would complete one more task and as the days fall like raindrops in a bucket, she would be solving the anguish that causes her to see everything incomplete. But she herself is and her house, is the reflection of a lonely soul, which would like to have company from time to time.
Sitting on the step of the door that leads to the backyard, she looks at her hands and thinks they look a little stylized. Skinny is the first word that comes to mind, but she changes it ipso facto, because the other sounds better; its connotation is more positive, let's say. She stays a while looking at her hands, they seem beautiful, they have no calluses, they are not stained, the nails are extremely clean and perfectly cut. She sighs and thinks that for a thousand years no one, except herself, is caressed by her hands. It is not a strange thought, it is only a thought that leads to another and another and another ...
Estela is in the habit of looking at a Youtube channel while eating. Even when she does one of those jobs she hates, she listens to that man who talks about metaphysics. She feels a little bothered because he says that you have to keep order and be minimalist so that thoughts flow easily, so that good vibrations have a paradise where they manifest themselves and she can not keep order and much less be minimalist. She understands, but it is a little difficult for her to get rid of certain things.
She laughs, breathes strong and stands up abruptly to go find her stew. In short, it's already late and the best thing she can do for the only minimalist she has, is to provide it with the delicious food, and then - almost certainly - have a pleasant nap. That nap in which she takes the opportunity to put in her mind every desire that she feeds from the depths of her being. She looks at it, calculates it, feels it and squeezes it so hard against her chest and heart that the desire and she become one.
With the dish of food on the tablecloth, the utensils arranged millimetrically on the table and a bottle of water, in which the lights flicker at times filtered through the branches of the trees, Estela only has one thing to worry about for lunch in peace: find the latest delivery of her metaphysical mentor.
This time, the man appears with a new topic and Estela is on alert. He is going to talk about Karma.
His words are honey. He has been very important in the last years of her life, in which one disappointment after another left her out of the game. She decided to hold herself on that one rope that appeared one day hanging from her laptop. And she thanked the moment of discovery because each chapter was a stroke towards the surface, until she felt able to float. Being down there, in the underworld, it was so difficult to keep breathing and fatigue took hold of her being, like a skinny but biting creature. Darkness was gaining ground on her soul, but it also mellowed her body and her desire in a terrible way.
Estela discovered a world of possibilities through the master. Although she still had a lot to improve, she felt, smelled the path full of new adventures, stories told with exuberant beauty and those yet to be told ... she herself became an echo of some and configured them with delight so that they remained under the signature of the eternal, the sublime. She even fell in love with one of her characters.
But this time the master speaks of karma. Make sure - he says - that what you do does not hurt another, make sure - he repeats - that what you want does not hurt another, because all that energy returns.
Estela feels a little dizzy, confused. She returns the first spoonful of stew to the dish and puts her hand to her heart. She needs a deep review of desires. She has just discovered that is trapped in a labyrinth and has no thread to help her get out.
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Mental evolution is difficult to achieve, every day is continuous learning to reach that point of enlightenment.
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Your story is very interesting, thanks for sharing.
Good day.
If it were easy, we would all be enlightened. We can become enlightened, but it takes hard work, inner strength and faith. Thank you very much for reading and appreciating my story.
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I can't imagine how she can spend her day just sitting around :( Hopefully one day she will overcome her depression!
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Poor thing, but my character does things 🤪 but she leaves everything half done. Hahaha...
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Yes, even her eating 😂
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Ah, I hadn't noticed about the food, I just woke up and only slept for 5 hours. 😂 Hey, thanks for the tokens.
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Estela enjoys her meal while catching up on a metaphysics video about Karma. Hope she puts into practice the lessons she learns from the video and not just watching for fun.
Thanks for sharing your story.
Hello, 🤠
Thanks to you for your time and for commenting. I hope so, that she will follow the advice and pay more attention to the videos than the food.
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This is a very important lesson to learn from this story. Because everything that goes around will surely come back.
I hope Estela gets everything she is loving for because she sounds like a beautiful soul.
However, I think that in my story I lacked a better description of Estela. Perhaps you identify with her, or with the short lines I spent modelling the character as such, you have discovered that she has a beautiful soul.
Thanks for your reading time
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😱 Almost 4000 already? This is nice.
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Awesome work @nanixxx! Looking forward to you reaching your new target 😅
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Que bonito! Me sentí identificada con Estela, cuando pasaba horas y horas escuchando audios sobre el mismo tema. Me encantó la historia, espero que no se quede ahí 🙌🥰✍
Estela es un personaje con el algunas se sienten identificadas, sí. Por lo de leer y escuchar metafísica y no gustarle trabajar en la casa 😂.
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Procrastination and lack of motivation to fulfil tasks sound daunting, so reflecting and realising what is holding you back was a step in the right direction.
Thank you for sharing your story with us, don't forget to engage with other members of the community as well!
Thank you for your appreciation and support. This is my first time posting here, and I have already read some texts that I found very good. Of course I'm interested in interacting with the members of the community and I've been doing so even without having subscribed.
It's a great place for people who enjoy telling stories. You guys do a great job.
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