¿Es necesario hablar todos los días con alguien para sostener una amistad?
Hola, amigos de ReadCash, hoy quisiera hablar con ustedes sobre un tema que me despertó hoy y que me dejó pensando mucho acerca de "*¿Es necesario hablar todos los días con alguien para sostener una amistad?*" Yo digo que no.
Hace unos días leí un post de una amiga donde decía que le desanimaba mucho el hecho de que algunas personas no respondían los mensajes de ella, situación que me hizo sentir verdaderamente mal porque me identifiqué con ello y no me gusta generarle disgustos a personas que aprecio de hace ya un tiempo, le pedí disculpas y le expuse que no era mi intención, que eran cosas que ella ya sabía en cuanto a mi forma de ser.
Para dar un poco de contexto a la situación, hace ya un par de meses tuve una ruptura amorosa que me dejó bastante mal a nivel emocional, y eso causó en cierto modo que me aislara de varias personas, puesto que sostener una charla era algo exigente para mí, sumando a eso que sentía que no podía aportar nada relevante a la plática o que no quería hacer sentir a la otra parte que le hablaba por obligación y no por gusto, ya que eso también genera emociones bastante desagradables. Necesitaba mi espacio para poder gestionar y drenar todo lo que se avecinaba; tristeza, soledad, rabia, confusión, entre otras, y deseaba hacerlo a mi ritmo, porque también estoy consciente que tocar ese tema con otras personas puede ser agotador.
No me siento orgullosa de eso, pero, me siento bien porque mis allegados lo han entendido, incluso, puedo no estar en un chat constante con ellos, pero soy la primera en estar si me hablan por un problema, porque más allá del caos que pueda existir en mi mundo, sé lo importante y vital que es el apoyo y la ayuda, y aunque yo no desee recibirla del mismo modo, sé que para otros no es igual.
Con esto no estoy justificando el *ghosting* ni mucho menos, porque una cosa es desaparecer por completo de la vida de alguien sin dar un mínimo de explicaciones, y por otro lado (como el mío) es comprender el mundo del otro; sus responsabilidades, su sentir, sus obligaciones, su estado de ánimo. Entender que hoy no, pero mañana sí, quizá yo no estoy todos los días, pero sí una vez a la semana, o dos al mes, y siempre pidiendo disculpas por "perderme". *Yo siento que una amistad es más que un chat diario; es estar cuando el mundo de la otra parte se viene abajo*.
Y también comprender que nadie está obligado a darnos algo, que el tiempo que se da es genuino, es único, y agradecer aquello. El tiempo es algo que nunca vuelve, y es esencial dar las gracias por el que nos otorgan, entre tantas cosas, es un privilegio el poder compartir con alguien, y muy lejos de ser un deber. La amistad es un tesoro, que si bien se debe cuidar como a una plantita, también se les debe dar su espacio de sol y sombra, completamente equilibrado para que no marchite:(
Vivimos actualmente en un mundo donde hay mucha presión, ansiedad, estrés, y no siempre vamos a estar para los demás y eso está bien. Donde solamente queremos ver vídeos y memes que nos den risas y alegría, y eso está bien. Si quieres hablar, está bien, y si no también, todo a nuestro ritmo. Y entender el mundo de la otra persona, llegar a acuerdos, hacer más cómodo y cálido el mundo de ambas partes para generar espacios de confianza y seguridad.
Entiendo mi mundo, y escribo sobre el, pero también comprendo el de ella, sin caer en el egoísmo, sé que no todos son como yo, y yo no soy como todos, en base a la diversidad es que se forma la humanidad, y en base a la empatia es que podemos generar relaciones que valgan la pena.
¿Ustedes que opinan? ¿Hablan todos los días con sus amigos?
***Gracias por leer;)x***
I had a tarot reading and this happened.
Hello, *ReadCash friends*! Today I lived a completely unique and different experience that I am very eager to share with you, as it was something I wanted to experience but had not found the opportunity; ***Today I had my first tarot reading***!
***I'll explain how I got to that point***: It turns out that a friend of a friend shared a sweepstakes through Instagram where a guy who is dedicated to that would be conducting a contest for a reading and some questions, in which I decided to participate. I did it the same day but the winners would be announced in a week (that is, last May 1st), I just commented that day and that's it (I didn't do the others because I had forgotten hahaha). Anyway, today I had to go out and while I was walking I thought "*Wow, today is already May 2nd, what happened with the raffle*?" but when I got home I forgot again and I didn't check the profiles. A few hours ago I was very relaxed looking at the *Met Gala outfits* when I get a notification "*xxxx mentioned you in his story*" IT WAS THE TAROT GUY HAD WON AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
The guy contacts me by dm and informs me that I have won *3 questions*, as I was not prepared FOR ANYTHING I thought under pressure the things I was most concerned about; ***money, love and future***. He asked for my full name, my age and my sign. Here I tell you a little of what she told me regarding my situation.
***Money***
In a voice note of almost 8 minutes, he told me that I had many concerns about that area of my life (which I notice is normal because **who does not worry about the absence or production of money?**) that I had many things on my mind, as well as the presence of someone who could be hindering my whole process. In another order of ideas, he told me about the academic area insinuating that I could come back to finish it (I had to stop the university 2 years ago due to the pandemic and economic issues). On the other hand, he told me that I am making more objective decisions, but that I should be prepared for the future, because there is a change coming that could push me, but at the same time hurt me, since all changes are usually a little painful.
***Love***
I asked her about how he saw my love life; she talked about the present, how I have no stability, and that in a way "**I am terrified of commitment**" (something very true in some aspects, since I have been single for so long that I am quite used to my freedom), she told me about the process of letting go, the pain and how it seems that I am not the owner of my own love life, he told me about my past, about what I lived, how it affected me and so on, which is totally true. This was perhaps one of the answers that hurt me the most because it forced me to realize that there are processes that I ignored because I thought they were closed, and it is not so, which made me remember a very true phrase I read the other day; "***The wounds that hurt the most are the ones that open your eyes and not your skin***". To conclude, he told me that I would have many opportunities, but I would not take advantage of them until I let go of everything; it is necessary to let go in order to be able to pick up.
***Future***
At the end I left the concern that - I believe - one has at some point in life: "*What will become of me in a few years?*" He told me about my past, about the last work experience I had, I did not want to leave but circumstances forced me to do so. As a final recommendation, he told me that a very good opportunity would come, but that I had to be prepared to give all my potential, that I would heal from everything and that I would see things more calmly, because, "I am living at a thousand per hour".
What did all this leave me with?
Regardless of the beliefs you have, I consider it a great opportunity to learn more about you and your environment, as well as the things you have lived and are currently living, which although we have them in our skin and mind are not always as obvious as they seem to be. I think it also works as a guide and another voice, which is why I want to emphasize that I find it amazing how someone who doesn't know you at all can be so accurate with such deep and personal things.
Much of the information she revealed to me coincided with me, and I can say that now I have a new perception of several things, and although I don't know where I want to go or what steps I want to take, I have the premise that things can get better. I feel that I connected with a part of me that maybe I was ignoring, and I have made one more decision to move forward, to be able to let go and heal.
*¡Gracias por leer! ¿Ustedes han tenido experiencias de este estilo? ¿Cómo les fue? Los estaré leyendo.*
Storytime de la vez que una araña entró a mi casa y todos terminamos durmiendo con mi abuela.
¡*Hola, Comunidad de Read Cash*! Hoy quisiera compartir con ustedes una experiencia un poco cómica que me sucedió hace poco más de un año, y que hoy puedo recordar con mucha alegría porque ciertamente es algo que no sucede todos los días.
Era una noche de viernes del año pasado, decidí quedarme despierta hasta pasadas las 3am ya que estaba sosteniendo una conversación con un amigo. Luego de varias risas y comentarios sin coherencia alguna, decidí irme a la cama, me encontraba tan exhausta que no encendí la luz ni nada por lo parecido, solamente ansiaba poder dormir y caer en los brazos de Morfeo. Estando acostada empiezo a ceder antes el sueño, pero antes de eso escucho la voz de mi mamá tratando de despertarme, diciendo "*¿Hija, viste eso?*" Como pude alcé mi mirada hasta donde ella me señaló y pude ver como a 5cm de mi cabeza estaba una ***araña*** bastante grande posada en la pared. Me levanté rápidamente debido al miedo y pánico, pues era algo que no esperaba, y me coloqué al lado de ella mientras ambas veíamos al gran arácnido que nos hacía compañía en aquella habitación.
No sabíamos a ciencia cierta qué hacer, éramos un par de mujeres solas, en una madrugada con un animal que nos causaba mucho terror. Así que, decidimos hacer lo que cualquier persona habría hecho en nuestro lugar; *llamar a mi abuela de 75 años para que nos ayudara*. Mi abuelita no le tiene miedo a casi nada y es bastante valiente en muchas cosas, y vive al lado de nosotras. Mi mamá fue por ella mientras yo me quedaba vigilando que no huyera a ningún lado, como suele ser costumbre. Ella llegó luego de varios minutos que sentí eternos y todas pensamos en lo mismo; sacarla de la casa para reubicarla sin hacerle daño.
Mi abuela trató de tomarla para colocarla en una bolsa y así poder colocarla en el jardín vecino, pues no era una araña venenosa y después de todo, ella no sabía que hacía ahí, pero nuestros planes fallaron puesto que la araña escapó y no supimos dónde, pudiendo quedar en cualquier lugar de mi cama y luego de eso, a cualquiera de la habitación. Eran un poco más de las 3am casi 4am y ni mi mamá ni yo estábamos dispuestas a quedarnos toda la noche allí, así que mi abuela nos ofreció dormir con ella hasta la mañana que pudiéramos buscar con más calma y que contáramos con la ayuda de mi abuelo. Tomamos nuestras almohadas, sabanas y demás y decidimos irnos con ella.
Al llegar a su casa, estaba mi tía despierta a quien le contamos todo y casi se desmaya debido a su aracnofobia, y seguido de ello, mi tío, quien decidió ser el héroe de la noche al decidir buscar a la araña en mi habitación. Todas nos quedamos despiertas en la cocina porque queríamos saber si mi tío lograría aquella hazaña, luego de mucho rato en donde parecía no tener éxito, pudo encontrarla en el último lugar que pensamos; mi mesa de noche, pues parecía que ya tenía su hogar en aquel sitio. Logró sacarla de allí para poder llevarla a otro lado, y quedando todo como los marcianitos de Toy Story "*Estamos agradecidas*"
Luego de muchas risas y un notorio alivio, decidimos terminar de pasar la noche con mi abuela, puesto que la habitación había quedado desordenada por el trabajo de búsqueda. Quedando como una de las cosas más alocadas que he vivido.
***¡Gracias por leer:)x!***
Love is like rain
A few nights ago I was talking with a friend who told me that she "did not want to fall in love because she did not want to suffer again", and that for a long time she had been careful not to fall into the clutches of love, because she knew that loving someone could be correlative to suffering for that same person, generating the maximum of opposite poles in the same being, and that made me think of one thing; we cannot run away from love, and although that thought is quite general, I wanted to explain it in a simpler way, and for that I decided to make an analogy with something very nice and simple; the rain.
Love, like any other emotion or feeling is part of life, and no matter how much we want it, we can not run away from them, it's like saying you do not want to get wet with rainwater and for that you take your precautions; you do not leave your home when you notice that the sky is cloudy, you always try to carry your umbrella in your bag, and you use a thousand other techniques to achieve this, but it happens, that even if you do all that you can not stop the rain or eliminate it from your life, and maybe one day, you have such a big commitment that will make you leave your house no matter how cloudy the panorama is, or your umbrella stays in another bag because that day you changed it to match your outfit, and it happens what you had wanted to avoid so much; you get wet with rainwater, and that instant you realize that it is not as bad as you had imagined, that it can be a reminder of the wonders of life, that it reminds you of your childhood when you played under it no matter if you got sick because innocence was your guide, and you feel all that again. And even though now you are an adult and you know the dangers it can have, you allow yourself to live it, and you know that you deserve to be happy, that you deserve moments of joy, and that if you get sick because of the rain, there is nothing better than special care to comfort you. But the important thing is to know that the moments you live are yours, and no one can take them away from you, no one can make less the beautiful thing you lived.
Running away from love is like running away from fear, sadness, displeasure, or anger; no matter how much we try to ignore them or use techniques to not feel them; they exist, they are part of life itself and are things that we must live even if we do not want to, and that's okay, because everything teaches us, everything frees us, everything makes us improve and evolve as human beings. Rain is abundance, it is what waters the fields and allows the most prosperous of harvests, and just as in the earth, our soul and heart are fertile soil to harvest the most precious experiences and learning.
¿Ser fan de un artista te ayuda emocionalmente?
Hola, Comunidad de Read.Cash, ¡Este es mi primer post en Español! Me alegra mucho poder escribir en mi idioma nativo, y quise redactar mi primer artículo de este estilo con algo muy personal e importante para mí; ***las bandas***, y más allá de eso, *cómo me han ayudado*.
Durante algún tiempo, nuestra sociedad ha asignado un estereotipo muy marcado a todas aquellas personas que son fanáticas de un artista musical en especifico; rozando los patrones de euforia, intensidad y hasta obsesión, siendo en muchos casos un objeto de burla, vergüenza y señalamiento, tal como el caso de muchas chicas que suelen ser seguidoras de bandas juveniles, y me incluyo en esa experiencia. Pero, de lo que poco se habla es de los muchos beneficios que pueden aportar este tipo de experiencias.
Cuando tenía 11 años estaba en la escuela y notaba como mis compañeras de clase les gustaban artistas, pero yo estaba tan entregada a mis estudios que sentía que no quería distraerme por otra cosa, hasta que conocí a ***One Direction***; una boyband británica que para ese entonces tenían un tema muy pegado en la radio. Me comenzó gustando la canción y luego ellos como tal. Comencé el liceo y junto con ello, a experimentar mucho estrés por lo tanto que me exigía y me esforzaba por tener notas altas, y además de ello, empecé a ser víctima de ***bullying***, y este tenía diferentes detonantes; mi aspecto físico, mi personalidad, y las burlas hacía esta banda que me gustaba y a los accesorios que usaba de ellos: pulseras, bolsos, cuadernos y demás. Mis días estudiando se convirtieron en un calvario para mí, pero, algo que me reconfortaba mucho era el hecho de llegar a mi casa para tirarme en mi casa a descansar y escuchar el disco de "*Up All Night*" de mi boyband favorita. Durante todos mis años de liceo/secundaria empleé la misma técnica; apoyarlos y seguir su carrera para sobrellevar toda la carga que llevaba encima; el peso del estrés de estudio, las dificultades para tener un círculo social y las inseguridades conmigo misma.
Estaba rodeaba de un entorno (y hasta de mis propios pensamientos) donde sentía que no valía nada, que no era atractiva, que era inútil, y poder escuchar canciones que me hacían sentir diferente, que hablaban de sueños, de amor, de felicidad, de todo eso que carecía, me brindaba una sensación de esperanza, pero también, al oír melodías tristes, con letras de confusión, y demás, me hacían sentir que no estaba sola, que aunque ellos no me conocían, mis emociones eran reales y válidas. Ahora de adulta lo sé de sobra, pero, fue un gran apoyo para una adolescente que conocía muy poco de la vida.
A medida que fui creciendo, que me gradué, y que viví más cosas, entendí que todo lo que llegué a experimentar a esa edad era más que normal, y me alegra mucho el haber tenido ese soporte para sobrellevar aquella etapa. Hoy en día, aún sigo esta banda y a otras, porque tengo mucho que agradecerles, y que, a pesar de que hoy cuento con más herramientas para gestionar mis emociones y conllevar mis situaciones, aún siento que las bandas (o cualquier otro artista musical) son un ayuda muy significativa; porque tienes a alguien que por medio de una melodía y letras te alienta, empatiza contigo, te brinda confort, te da ánimos, con un ritmo alegre te conecta con la alegría de la vida, y con uno más lento te conforta en la tristeza.
El estereotipo que se tiene de las fanáticas está muy anticuado, porque no se ve más allá, no se analiza el bienestar que genera, el apoyo que se brinda. Hay algo mucho más significativo en alguien que se emociona en una fila de compra de boletos, o de los gritos en un concierto; hay alguien que está explorando y viviendo su felicidad en una de las tantas formas en la cual podemos vivirla y sentirla. Es una persona que quizá ha atravesado momentos tantos malos o buenos de la mano de aquellas personas, y que mejor que compartir un espacio físico con alguien tan importante para ti.
De forma personal puedo opinar que es maravillosa la sensación de poder ser parte de algo, de tener una fuente más de apoyo, inspiración y felicidad. Son momentos que siempre se llevan en el corazón, y se relatan con una gran emoción.
¿Y ustedes tienen alguna experiencia con algún artista? ¿De qué forma los ha ayudado? Estaré encantada de leerlos!¡
Comodo; executioner of a love. (First story written by me) Part 1
For a long time we have been told about *princes*; those handsome men on a noble steed, responsible for guiding and preserving the welfare of an entire people, those brave men who with a sword can subdue the fiercest of dragons, and be applauded for taking justice into their hands. They are the very ones who have all the qualities to charm and charm any maiden they desire, a *humble, beautiful and obedient* lady, who feels most fortunate to have been chosen by such a glorious high-class knight. Culture has been responsible for making us dream of and desire a tycoon of such caliber, and has designed us to be the female figure by his side, rather than as a complement; a companion.
However, today I will not talk about a monarch of that style, today I want to talk to you about that other type of man of power, the one who can appear at any moment and of whom little is said, the one who enjoys an armor and the finest garments of a fabric so soft and striking that he stands out from the rest almost immediately, and who possesses an enveloping and brilliant intellect, almost as if you were listening to a poet and a philosopher reciting a monologue, the one who seeks to stand out above the rest, someone who gets what he wants with more intelligence than cunning; today we are going to talk about ***emperors***. About that figure of power capable of ecl*ipsing, falling in love, captivating and possessing* anyone. Who with a smile steals your happiness, and with a couple of words tears your soul apart.
*Eccentric, egocentric, powerful and indestructible;* ***Cómodo***. Today I will expand your zone of greatness by dedicating to you the last words of my repertoire of letters. This is the compilation of all the letters that will not see your light, this is my farewell and my letter of persona non grata in my future and present. With this writing I banish you from what little is left of me for you. Your *Imperial Majesty*, without further ado, here begins my story, or rather, our story.
Cómodo, your arrival was written for a long time, like a snake waiting for something, you came and went, slithering everywhere, leaving a footprint and then leaving. Autumn came and there were no more leaves on the trees where you could hide, so you left your presence uncovered; bright*, notorious and extroverted*. It was a night in the ninth month when you came into my life; *charming, humorous, eloquent and intellectual*. You were there until the wee hours of the morning, when the night wears its darkest attire and the little garments around it shine the brightest, with your essence you enveloped me in so few hours. Cómodo, you were not an angel, for you lacked wings, but they were not necessary to feel that I was flying with you in tune. Cómodo, at what moment did I commit the folly of falling in love with you? At what instant did we become victims of our own frenzy?
I met you at the moment of your coronation, *imposing, majestic and confident*, the power overflowed from you along with the confidence to conquer the world if you wished, for many nights at the end of your day you talked to me, you explained to me your dreams, your tastes, your hobbies, what you did, what you didn't do, and I felt how little by little your shiny armor was falling off, letting me enter the most human part of you, together with it, you took off your little crown and showed me that you were like me, that I was like you, that we had more in common than you thought, it was a connection of *greatness, of love, and of purity*. I don't know in what instant you got into my skin, like a needle that heals, like blood in the vein that gives life, pity that all that was only the premonition of a disaster that not even nostradamus could foresee, that none of those around us could see.
Like any damsel conquered by a figure of greatness and honor, I had a dress forged of fears, doubts and insecurities, you extended your hand and gave me comforts; you took me to places I had never known; your world, your palace, and the warmth wrapped in your arms and in the softness of the fabric of the imperial costumes that you wore with so much pride. You allowed me to know my planet, my emotions; you opened a drawer of my soul and like a thief you took everything; I gave you everything, but it was a plagiarism without consequences because I gave you my permission. Cómodo, you could have any woman of equal power at your mercy, why choose me? What was so special about me? Cómodo, you offered me gold coins that ended up being sweets, all with the purpose of *consuming, possessing and running away*, together with a cup of lies that you toasted for me. You donned a robe of a confident and assured man, and at the end of our evening you were nothing more than a perjurer.
***What do you think? Would you like the second part?***
***Thanks for reading, nice night or day!***
Hi, read to me if you're sad (Words of encouragement for you<3)
Hello, it's a pleasure to have you here, please make yourself comfortable, this will be a s*afe space for you*. ***Everything you feel is valid. All your efforts matter. Your existence is important, unique and wonderful***, never doubt it or forget it. I am here for you, and I hope my words can help you, and bring you a little bit of comfort. I send you a hug, wherever you are, there are no barriers to help, and I thank this platform and God for giving me the opportunity to be here with you today.
First of all, I want you to know that everything you feel at this moment is *genuinely valid*, we are human beings and an undeniable ability we have is to feel emotions, and there are no good or bad emotions, they all have a function in our life. Sadness teaches us about our limits, and the protection we have with ourselves, it helps us to reflect on a loss or a situation that was not to our liking, and also gives us that feeling of having or wanting some time with ourselves, to pamper ourselves, to charge energy and move forward. You can take as much time as you need, but it is also very brave to ask for help.
Sometimes, it is important to be able to release all that we carry inside, to try to empty ourselves a little so as not to drown, and if so, crying is something very important, beyond your gender, ***crying is human***, what we are, it is to let go, it is to let go of little, we can also take into account that tears are water, and they also have the power to clean, water is life, and crying is the reminder of feeling, and that act is the confirmation of living, and as long as we have life, as long as there is air in our lungs and blood in our veins, *it is possible to move forward*.
A phrase that I like a lot is one that says that *life is like a piano*, there are black and white keys, and both have a sound, but when you join them together *you can form the most beautiful of harmonies*; and that we can bring to life. There are high points, happy and joyful, and other lower points, of sadness and misfortune, but they are all part of the symphony of your life; learning, evolving, and being the best version of you, and it's okay if you can't see it now, but I assure you that in the future you will see the results converted into teachings and memories, like seeds that eventually become beautiful and picturesque flowers.
Just being here one more day, 24 more hours of breathing, of presence and existence, is a lot, because all the efforts you make to continue are to be admired, no matter how small they may seem, they are small victories that make up the great being of strength that you are. Dealing with our own thoughts is not an easy task either, and yet, despite fears, insecurities, doubts and decay you keep trying, and ***I want to congratulate you for that***. I know you believe in yourself, and I want to remind you that I believe in you too; in your passions, your talents, your dreams, in the way you see life, in the way you do what you love, in the way you keep standing.
Do not blame yourself so much for that, we are people, beings under construction and *we are learning as we go along*, you acted at that moment according to what you knew and had at your disposal, you did the best you could and that is worth it. I am sure that next time it will be better, because now you have much more knowledge, you are wiser, and you will be able to cope with it, and as you live, *you will become the best version of you*.
It is okay to feel bad about something that you thought you had already overcome, or that has some time to have happened; the grieving process is not linear or has an established limit, *you heal at the pace of your feelings*. The heart has its own clock, and every little step that needle takes is a great achievement for you. Losses are not easy, and neither are breakups, because along with someone who leaves, we also let go of dreams, thoughts, plans and many feelings, all created with the purest and most resistant of materials, and therefore, it will take a little time to transform them into something else. ***Be patient and kind to yourself, you are doing the best you can,*** Rome was not built in a single day, and that is why every block counts, *every action counts, every feeling liberates*.
*You are an amazing, talented, and extremely strong person*. Thank you for being here and reading me, I hope with all my heart that I have been able to help you even a little bit. Maybe the words are not entirely effective, but ***they are a reminder that it is not wrong what you are experiencing right now***, and that you are entitled to have a little bit of support, at least from the hand of a stranger on the internet.
*Thank you for your time, and thank you for continuing to exist. Sending you a hug, and I hope you have a beautiful evening/afternoon/day or whenever you read this:)x*
"As It Was" by Harry Styles; analysis and its powerful message about letting go.
Hi, *ReadCash friends*, glad to be here again writing this! This time I would like to talk to you not only about a song, but about an artist that I really like. Last week he headlined the first day of the renowned "*Coachella*" event and since then he has been on everyone's lips, and has been the main image in various digital media in recent days. Former member of one of the most recognized boybands worldwide (*One Direction*), he is now the #16 most listened artist on the Spotify platform, actor, songwriter, fashion icon and deserving of a guiness record for his latest single titled "***As It Was***" which I will be analyzing today.
The song, along with the music video, was released globally on April 1st (according to the time zone of his native United Kingdom). The song starts with the voice of a little girl who says "*Come on, Harry, we wanna say goodnight to you*!" (Harry himself clarified that this voice belonged to his goddaughter, and was from a night where he did not answer her call, a ritual that they kept every night), in the video clip we can see how Harry is behind a glass door and then begins to walk with other people, with a serious look and flashy outfit, while the "catchy" rhythm of the song begins. From one moment to the next, while the people around him move forward, he moves backwards intoning the phrase "*Gravity's holdin' me back*" until he crosses the door and enters another room, along with another red outfit more "liberating" and stripped down than the previous one.
In this new space, he steps onto a circular platform where another person is standing; a girl with a blue suit and an empty face who is walking around. Harry begins to walk on that surface and brushes the girl's hand while he sings "*Seems you cannot be replaced*", still walking around where he always runs into her, surrounding her with a hug or being next to her, he tries to let her go but, being in a constant circular motion; he always comes back to her, as if it were a vicious circle. No matter what he does, where he sees or what he says; he always comes back to this person. They move forward, in the same or different directions, they remain static, always circling while the song recites "*In this world, it's just us. You know it's not the same as it was*", until for some reason, the girl falls off the platform leaving Harry alone and pointing to the ceiling where she gets back to her original image; the same one with a serious face and flashy attire.
The following verses of the song caused commotion and intrigue for the message it conveys, since our protagonist tells us how he lived the loneliness, not answering the phone, isolating himself and taking other measures, where he also states that "*Ringin' the bell and nobody's coming to help*" while these lyrics progress in the musical composition, we can see Harry stripping all these clothes along with 4 more people, each one distributed in different points of a new stage, where the only person who is sharing level with him is the girl in the blue suit who only takes off a coat, on the other hand, our protagonist is only in his underwear, which is a sign of transparency and vulnerability, he has nothing to cover him, nothing to appear; he shows himself as he is, and in all this he returns to an embrace with the lady in the sky-colored suit.
We return to the chorus part of the song, but now Harry is lying on a floor of designs and bright colors while still holding hands with his counterpart, who always keeps a cold and serious expression, all this while more people without almost clothes are around them, from one moment to another, the floor that unites them is separating so that the grip on their hands is detached giving space to a new canvas, but this one without color; where Harry *teaches us that all new beginnings are opportunities to fill new spaces with color*. In other scenes, it is evident how our red-suited main character wishes to rejoin his other part; but he can no longer, until they are both shown on the same platform but going in opposite directions; *as their goal is no longer the same*. All this while we can listen to one of the most attractive parts of the song, a bridge loaded with rhythms and lyrics that hook you from the first moment you hear them: "*Go home, get ahead, light-speed internet, I don't wanna talk about the way that it was...*"
After this, we feel the explosion of rhythm that transmits ***happiness, freedom, and autonomy***. Harry is alone on the platform, but he does not fall prey to it, he enjoys the rhythm he is carrying instead of going against it. He is aware of the freedom he now possesses and allows himself the opportunity to feel it; dancing and exploring that space that before was only limited to the circular stage. We can also observe how he finds himself in another zone, where he touches himself as a sign of proving that he is *the one who is living this moment and not someone else.* He continues dancing and enjoying all the spaces until, with a smile, he opens the doors to another zone, where he moves forward happily and lets us glimpse that we will witness much more content from him, a fact that will become a reality this May 20th when he releases his third album "***Harry's House***".
*The hidden message*
After having analyzed critically, let's go to the powerful message that Harry transmits through this piece; *accept change and let go.* At the beginning we can see how Harry tries to go at the pace of others, but he feels that something is holding him back, that does not let him move forward, and it is a feeling of stagnation that we can experience when we go through a process that still affects us but we do not know how to deal with it, which can lead us to get into a vicious circle from which we feel we can never get out, and we cling to something that gives us a little sense of comfort and control. In another order of ideas, Harry teaches us that one of the healthiest ways to free ourselves is to allow ourselves to feel; *to be vulnerable and identify all the emotions that come to us*, it is only in the moment where he is out of all his clothes that he manages to release this other person who is the representation of all that affects us; either our past or a specific situation. And above all, the part of the canvases is very significant, because as I mentioned before, ***every ending and every beginning are the perfect opportunities to know and rediscover ourselves***. Finally, our main character finds his freedom when he let go of everything, when he realized that what he clung to so much was no longer there and he didn't need it to be happy, and with that, he opens a new space for himself, to continue living and exploring what other wonders life has for him, and that in the same way, they can be waiting for us when we cross the barrier of fear and doubts and allow ourselves to release, little by little, that which squeezes our soul.
This has been my personal analysis of "***As It Was***" by *Harry Styles*, have you already listened to it, what did you think? *I'll be happy to read it!*
Here's the link for you to take a peek and that's where I (clearly) got all the inspiration for this writing. ***Thank you so much for reading, have a beautiful day, night, or whenever you are reading this!*** https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H5v3kku4y6Q
Hello Red Cash, This is me!
My name is Karla, I'm 22 years old and I'm from *Venezuela*. I found out about this space thanks to ***Noise.Cash***, which I am also part of. I really like writing, it has always been part of me, but I had it more as a hobby, as something I did to release and drain any emotion or thought that came to me, but I had not thought of it as a way to share with others and also generate income with it.
I usually write opinion pieces in my social networks about topics that may be controversial for some people, such as *feminism*, *human rights* and one or another event that usually happens generating more questions than concrete answers. I like to analyze songs, movies and create my own analogies of things that happen in life and how we can learn from it. I would like to dive more into the world of "*creative writing*" also, one of my goals is to be able to write a theater script.
On a personal level, I consider myself a kind, honest, responsible, nice and quite witty person, I am the typical person who would say something funny in the middle of a serious talk. I like to help others, listen and give words of encouragement to anyone who needs it, because everyone at some point deserves a little bit of support. I value my family and friends very much, they have helped me become the person I am today. I am quite emotional and insecure about some things.
I like many genres of music, pop, rock, kpop and Spanish ballads. I'm also a big fan of ***boybands***, such as *One Direction*, *5 Seconds Of Summer*, *Backstreet Boys*, *BTS*, *Big Time Rush*, among others. When it comes to movies, I really enjoy *horror*, *romance*, *mystery*, *suspense* and a*nimated movies*. I'm not a person who watches series very regularly, I'm quite fickle about it. Also, I enjoy documentaries about historical and paranormal events (especially if they are set in *Latin America*).
I plan to write about ***music*** (album reviews, messages and hidden learnings that some songs may have), ***things that have happened in my life***t, what I've learned, and maybe ***a short story or poem*** or two when I've learned enough to create quality material. I have to admit that I thought a lot about whether to start here or not, since writing is an art that I am passionate about, but, I have moments of doubt about whether what I do is any good. I thank all the people who believe in me, and motivated me to be here. *Thank you very much for reading up to this point, I hope I can count on your support. Have a great day, night, early morning, or whenever you are reading this.*
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