You know, this morning I cut myself. I was cleaning and organizing my apartment when I stuck the tip of a knife between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand.
You know, it hurt a lot, seriously. In that moment, you know, I thought I could lose the movement of my fingers. I know this was a stupidity. But, at least with me, it’s always in this way; I always exaggerate in the moment of the pain. In that moment I also thought to stop everything and don’t care about those tasks I’m doing, damn it. However, you know if I stopped who could continue to do it? My apartment was dirty and messy, and I was the only person there. So, it was me or me. If I didn’t do it, nobody would do it.
You know, I stopped for few minutes holding the cut with my right hand, pressing to help stop the bleeding. It took some time, but it stopped. It also throbbed, but it also stopped. Still feeling some pain, I resumed the activities, and I organized and cleaned my place.
You know, now I’m here and my hand is still hurting a little, but not too much. Maybe a scar will stay where the cut is, maybe not, I don’t know, only time will tell.
You know, I was thinking that life is like that. Unintentionally, in an unsuspecting moment, we’ve cut. In that moment it seems that the world will end, we don’t want to do anything else, but, gosh, if we don’t do it, who will do it? Nobody will do for us what is our duty, nobody will do for us what we came to do and nobody will live our lives for us. We have to wait a little bit until it stops bleeding and resume our lives. Pretty soon the pain goes on, maybe a scar ill stay there, maybe not, only time will tell.
You know, this morning I cut my hand, but it’s already healed.