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When the universe whispers its philosophical treatise to me

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Maria Beatriz Munoz Ruiz
Maria Beatriz Munoz Ruiz
Escritora y Directora de la revista digital cultural One Stop. Titulada como Community manager y Técnico en consumo, con formación en marketing digital y columnista internacional de la revista Pandemia, cultura contagiosa en la que colabora también con el seudónimo de La Dama oscura. Cuenta con 14 novelas publicadas, todas las encuentras en Amazon. Colaboradora de varias revistas internacionales. Nació el 12 de septiembre de 1977 en Granada (España). Cursó sus estudios en el colegio Sagrada Familia, pero quién realmente fomentó su pasión por la literatura fue su abuelo, alguien que marcó su carácter, y al que nunca olvidará.

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Today I have understood that the world seems ugly to me. I am not like those philosophers or thinkers who sat and said “I am going to think about this issue”, perhaps that is why I am not a philosopher and I will never become famous for my theories. They worked on their thoughts, the universe shows them to me, a beautiful muse whispers them to me and the beauty of an all-powerful Goddess illuminates me.
You don’t understand anything, do you? Well, I’m going to explain it to you with something that happened to me today. You know that I adore books, they are my life, my world, my everything, and lately I have been able to read little, I have been trying to get a degree in Early Childhood Education and I have also been involved with another certificate in Child Development Psychology. When I finished the final exam, I was like when you remove the wheel from a hamster from its cage, what to do? Now I had nothing to study, I had finished helping my children with their exams and could not find any course that I could embark on again, so this morning I woke up with the idea of going to the library to get books on philosophy, psychology, or something interesting that would give me some more knowledge.
Today was especially cold, but knowing that I was not going to have anything to read this weekend made me bundle up warm, grab my backpack and head to the library.
As soon as I got out I put on the headphones and started listening to spiritual Celtic music, the kind that inspires you to enjoy the sun that caresses your skin from time to time, the kind that makes you admire the greatness of the trees, and, without anyone I see you, you pass your hand and rub the bushes that accompany your path with devotion.
The music made him not see the cars as something noisy and polluting, they were simply an unwanted object in the landscape that he only took into account when crossing from one street to another.
People ceased to exist, their busy steps directed by a clear objective, disappearing from my sight. He looked at the yellow and red leaves that adorned the floor and turned it into a carpet full of fantasy. The path became short, there were the numerous stairs that led to the entrance of the library, the music continued to ring in my ears, but without knowing why, I felt the need, for the first time since I left home, to cut the music.
At the same moment that my feet stepped on the library, I felt that the only music I wanted to hear was the silence of that place, I love getting lost in those shelves full of books, of whispers that tell me thousands of wonderful stories. A silence accompanied by wisdom, by great works created by people who, although they are no longer in this world, will always be remembered for the magnificent treasure they left us.
I dragged my fingers gently until I felt the magnificent sensation of having found a great treasure, it was Friedrich Nietzsche, its covers were worn by the years, and its yellowish leaves spoke of its antiquity. I like the smell of a new book, but if there is something I cannot resist is the touch of an old and ancient book, so I treasured that book in my hands and kept looking for small treasures among those shelves. In the end I ended up checking out six books from the library, my backpack was heavy, but the weight was equal to my happiness and my impatience to get home and start reading.
When I left the library, I put my headphones back on and put my Celtic music back on, that’s when I realized what happened, when I went out I needed to beautify a world that for me was ugly, very ugly; a world full of noise, pollution, selfishness and sadness, however, when I got to the library, I did not need to beautify it because it was already beautiful, the silence and the books, they did not need to be beautified, they were already beautiful, and their silence, a blessing .
I didn’t need to sit and think, the universe spoke for me, that world full of cars and people was ugly and I needed music to make it better, but in a place that was beautiful for me, silence was my best music.
Do you also need to beautify the world? Listen to your interior, because there is no better teacher than yourself.


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