Había una vez en la sabana venezolana una guacharaca llamada Aka, de lindo plumaje y pico muy brillante, iba todos los dias al rio, a ver su reflejo en el lago , siempre preocupada por verse muy linda, sin embargo, pasaba los días agitada y se desplumaba, siempre se escuchaba su fuerte ka ka ka, kakaka, gritaba como loca, saltaba de rama en rama, se quejaba, de todo lo que no tenia, le faltaban recursos para amoblar su nido, que los vecinos eran chismosos, que queria un nido mas grande en un arbol con frutas.
Tambíen se quejaba al ir a trabajar.
Nunca tenía tiempo para ella,
Las otras guacharacas elegantes paradas en cada rama sin nada que hacer.
Se quejaba del sol que salía tarde y se escondía temprano, de la luna que no iluminaba el llano para ella seguir viendose en el lago. Y asi pasaban los dias con el kakaka de la guacharaca aka, que ni ella misma aguantaba.
Una lista larga de quejas.
Y así pasaba el día la guacharaca mortificada gritando aquí, gritando allá, como una loca desesperada la guacharaca sin descansar, siempre protesta, siempre pensando en que la está pasando mal, un día de descanso la guacharaca, no paraba de protestar, por cualquier cosa una queja formaba y ya.
La guacharaca aka, se quejaba tanto que todos comenzaron alejarse de ella, atormentaba a todos con su kakaka, los vecinos se iban volando, los amigos a su rama ni querian pasar, los pichones se tapaban los oídos, de tanta queja, la guacharaca ya no los deja ni a otra rama ir a jugar.
Así la guacharaca llevaba el día, mal humorada, dejando plumas, con su alaraca, pensaba en lo que no tiene, hablando de sueños sin realizar. Viviendo en el futuro que poco se cumple y lamentando el pasado la guacharaca sola se quejaba.
Así pasaron días, semanas, meses, años y la guacharaca sólo quejarse y poco a poco cansada esta, comenzó a notar que su plumaje de color comenzó a cambiar, perdió su brillo, su pico torcido esta, y las piernas comenzaba a temblar, muy cansada que ni su kakaka salia.
Las otras guacharacas, se acercaban a preguntar qué le pasaba y ella les contestaba malhumorada yo no tengo nada. no me molesten si no ayudan.
Pero en realidad todo le duele, y aunque no quería quedarse sola, su orgullo hacia que todos se alejaran.
Una buena amiga muy esponjada con buen ánimos y gran paciencia le explicaba, que sus dolores ella misma lo causaba, con su mal humor y su queja sin control, ella para mejorar, debía cambiar su forma de pensar y de actuar.
La guacharaca más alarmada, que no creo en nada , sólo gritaba y gritaba hasta la madrugada
Un día tomando sol en la mañana, muy tranquila se encontraba, meciéndose en la silla, sintiendo la brisa, respirando profundo. En ese momento de silencio y disfrute, se comenzó a sentir mejor.
Y asi pasaron varios dias, donde la guacharaca en silencio quedaba, y disfrutar de la tarde le gustaba.
Una tarde decidió irse a pasear al lago con sus pequeños ese día tranquila estaba picoteando frutas sobre todo la guayaba, que le encantaba, de pronto escuchó una melodia que hacia que sus patas se aflojaban , sus pichones tambien la comensaron a escuchar y revoloteaban, era algo muy extraño aquella melodía las encantaba, no se sabia de donde venia, pero hasta la cantaban y bailaban. Sin explicárselo comensaron a bailar y danzar con aquella música que provenía de su corazón.
La guacharaca con tanta queja y alaraca, nunca escuchaba. Su corazon palpitaba con mayor fuerza y su ritmo contajioso pronto la sano.
Su plumaje y figura volvió hacer hermoso, su humor poco a poco mejoro, sus quejas cada vez fueron menos y se repetía, lo que habia aprendido. La guacharaca aka. Ahora, solo vive un día la vez
fin
Muchas personas andan en el mundo como la guacharaca aka, quejándose y dejando de vivir, el día a dia, preocupados por miles de situaciones, descuidado su cuerpo y dejando de escuchar su corazón. Logrando enfermedades.
El poder de hacerlo diferente esta dentro de nosotros. Solo hay que acallar la mente, escuchar la vida, fluir con ella.
hasta la próxima idea
**Once upon a time in the Venezuelan savannah there was a guacharaca called Aka, with beautiful plumage and very bright beak, she went every day to the river, to see her reflection in the lake, always worried about looking very pretty, however, she spent the days agitated and plucked her feathers, She always heard her loud ka ka ka ka, kakaka, she screamed like crazy, jumped from branch to branch, complained about everything she didn't have, that she lacked the resources to furnish her nest, that the neighbors were gossipy, that she wanted a bigger nest in a tree with fruit.
She also complained about going to work.
She never had time for herself,
The other elegant guacharacas standing on every branch with nothing to do.
She complained about the sun that rose late and hid early, about the moon that did not illuminate the plain so she could see herself in the lake. And so the days went by with the kakaka of the guacharaca aka, that not even she herself could stand.
A long list of complaints.
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And so spent the day the mortified guacharaca shouting here, shouting there, like a desperate madwoman the guacharaca without rest, always protesting, always thinking that she is having a bad time, a day of rest the guacharaca, did not stop protesting, for anything a complaint formed and already.
The guacharaca aka, complained so much that everyone began to move away from her, she tormented everyone with her kakaka, the neighbors flew away, the friends didn't even want to go to her branch, the pigeons covered their ears, from so much complaining, the guacharaca no longer let them go to another branch to play.
So the guacharaca carried the day, in a bad mood, leaving feathers, with his alaraca, thinking about what he does not have, talking about unfulfilled dreams. Living in the future that little is fulfilled and lamenting the past, the guacharaca alone complained.
Thus passed days, weeks, months, years and the guacharaca only complaining and little by little tired this, began to notice that its plumage of color began to change, lost its brightness, its twisted beak this, and the legs began to tremble, very tired that neither its kakaka came out.
The other guacharacas, approached to ask what was wrong and she answered grumpy I have nothing, do not bother me if you do not help.
But in reality everything hurts her, and although she did not want to stay alone, her pride made everyone stay away.
A good friend, very fluffy and in good spirits, with great patience explained to her, that she was causing her pains herself, with her bad mood and her uncontrolled complaining, she should change her way of thinking and acting, in that way her life would somehow change.
The most alarmed guacharaca, who did not believe in anything, just screamed and screamed until dawn.
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One day sunbathing in the morning, she was very quiet, rocking in the chair, feeling the breeze, breathing deeply. In that moment of silence and enjoyment, she began to feel better.
And so several days went by, where the guacharaca remained in silence, and she enjoyed the afternoon.
One afternoon she decided to go for a walk to the lake with her little ones, that quiet day she was pecking fruits, especially the guava, which she loved, suddenly she heard a melody that made her legs loosen, her chicks also began to listen to it and fluttered, it was something very strange, that melody enchanted them, they did not know where it came from, but they even sang and danced to it. Without explaining it, they began to dance and dance with that music that came from their hearts.
The guacharaca, with so much complaining and shouting, never listened. Her heart was beating stronger and the rhythm of the music soon healed her.
Her plumage and figure became beautiful again, her mood gradually improved, her complaints became less and less and she repeated what she had learned. The guacharaca aka. Now, she only lives one day at a time
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Many people walk in the world like the guacharaca aka, complaining and stop living, the day to day, worried about thousands of situations, neglected his body and stop listening to your heart. Achieving illnesses.
The power to make a difference is within us. We just need to
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