Two important moments in my life that I would erase.Weekend engagement.WEEK - 222.

Yes, I hesitated for a second but after reading others it became more than clear to me that I could do it too: cheer up!

We all carry a bag on our backs full of moments that we would like to throw over a cliff, luckily the bag is sometimes lighter and we don't even remember the insistent and sticky discomfort with which these difficult moments adhere to the threads of a sad monologue and dark of thoughts, on other occasions, the bag is only full of cold and far away moments covered in a gray dust that I almost never remember, and that is when it weighs the least.

I have tried over the years not to add more heavy elements than I already have, and now that I think about it the best way to deal with them has been to release them from time to time, and expose them in a way that they understand that I didn't always have a choice, but if I could I would delete them completely.

Responding to the weekend commitment, this is my entry to the topics prepared by our host @galenkp on:

If you could choose two moments in your life to erase completely, what would they be and why? Use your own photographs.

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Almost all of my moments that are in the bag have a common denominator: guilt.

That is one of the things that mortifies me the most because maybe I had other alternatives but in the end they turned out that way.

One of the moments that bothers me the most and that I would like to erase from my life was the one when I preferred to continue my studies and_{discard my pregnancy.}

The eggs returned month by month so there was no problem, I was also very young and the priorities were different: finish a degree, work, enjoy my youth, and travel a lot, and yes, it was not in my plans have a child.

It may seem selfish to you, but I was not willing to sacrifice any of my projects to have a child, plus I felt very dependent on my parents, and absurdly immature to raise a small child.

I couldn't imagine changing diapers, spending sleepless mornings and making puree for a gluttonous baby who would only want to be attached to my breast all day long.

The thing is that in fact I didn't like children, I was very, very afraid of them.

Those soft things that looked like newly born jellies caused me horror.

_{The problem was that there were no second chances}

Behind all that strong resolution that I assumed in my youth came moments of intense search and chest pains for not achieving every woman's dream: being a mother.

Although from time to time I fervently insist that I don't like children, and that they are just pieces of meat full of poop and snot.

So with a game of phosphorescent green flash I erase the moment when I entered a hospital and.... I started a new story.

My second moment.

My mother was a very strong-willed woman, and certainly not always very affectionate, but with the same force that I received a scolding, a caress from her was the most wonderful moment in the world.

Only what she liked bothered me:stroking my head while she touched my hair very sweetly.

Yes, a super powerful act between a mother and a son, and I didn't know how to enjoy it.

I always avoided her and told her - Oh no, mommy! - it just made me uncomfortable when she messed up my hair, and I don't know, maybe it was just her nails, she had long, thin hands like a pianist's, and the tips rubbed against me the head.

Later, years later, she became seriously ill and something I did a lot of was accompany her in bed, sitting next to her while she caressed my head with great devotion.

I still feel his long fingers making a very gentle journey from the nape of my neck to the center, and I remember the pleasant sensation that the warmth of his hand gave me while I wished that the moment was as slow as you would feel inside a black hole.

So I would very gladly erase the moments in which I reject the beautiful and unique hand that only wanted to give me a wonderful caress. If I could.

Now the bag weighs a little less, because humans are so strong that we balance ourselves with the good and the bad, or at least we try to build a life that allows us to emotionally survive the memories of the bag.

I know that nothing can be erased, but we can accept life as it is, without getting carried away with everything we would like it to have been differently.

I propose a magic flash to put in a calm and peaceful place everything that makes you feel bad, because there is no reason to live a life of sadness when there is only one life to live.

Thank you very much for reading.

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_{Photos taken with my Xiaomi Redmi 9C
Photos edited in Lightroom App
Translation using Google Translate
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