Reading is born in the heart

Abstract

Many are the paths that are chosen to reach a destination: strategies, synchronies, methods, rhythms, are chained gradually in a tangible process, discreet, silent but finally moving. Diverse scenarios in which personalities, people, little people act, guided perhaps by a friendly hand that in a second, minute, hour, day, months, even years, will be in charge of leaving legacies, traces and letters engraved in the heart. TRASCENDER? It means going beyond, beyond a certain limit, then, no more. Scars that pierce the soul, no more. Forget those letters that enter with blood, they seem myths, chronicles that speak in your memory. They are simply stories that should die in oblivion and do so slowly, rumbling with loud echoes in those windows and walls that will be responsible for expanding them. Remove them from your life. That's how it was, mechanically, that we learned to read: by memorizing letter by letter, sometimes with fire, play and sometimes with anger. Phrases like My mom loves me. I love my mom. I love me. She loves me. They were recorded slowly, but do they really convey the essence of what they read, do they transmit something, or is it just another code? Unconscious recordings, litanies, current or outdated paradigms. What kind of reading was it? Did they really enjoy it? Many are the sounds that reach their ears since they begin to know the world, synchronizing vital elements, such as thoughts, experiences, actions, their being. They are human beings endowed with abilities, strengths and also weaknesses, with the possibility of enhancing their next development, a goal, always.