A life of struggle

When the snow covers the earth, erasing from the landscape all the vegetation that covered meadows and plains, she remains waiting, patiently, in her warm bulb-home, without despair, being certain that the moment will come.

The cold will increase, the ice will cover everything around it, others would think that everything is over and they will surrender to the hands of death, but she does not, she is still waiting, even though everything seems lost.

It will be buried under the snow for months, but it will not be discouraged, because the winter does not last forever and when the snow begins to melt, she will know that it is the right time and will open a small window through which a green twig will appear, alone , apparently weak, but it will go through what remains of snow and as soon as she look at the sun, it will unfold beautiful little leaves and prepare to show off.

When the leaves have shaken the dream of such a long time and feel the rays of the sun, even if it does not warm them, just by seeing the light, they will let their beautiful flowers resurface in the landscape.

White, fragile, smooth, beautiful, these wonderful flowers have not only defeated adversity, but they announce to all living beings that survived the winter, that spring has come and that life is not over.

That’s how we are, like snowdrops. we fight to stay alive, but our struggle, like theirs, is not a burden or hurts us, it is an exercise of life, commitment and strength. If we resist storms, we will bloom in times of heat and calm.
Like the snowdrops, let’s not stop fighting, our time will come.

Cuando la nieve cubre la tierra, borrando del paisaje toda la vegetación que cubría praderas y llanos, ella permanece esperando, pacientemente, en su cálido hogar-bulbo, sin desesperarse, teniendo certeza de que el momento vendrá.

El frío aumentará, el hielo cubrirá todo lo que esté a su alrededor, otros pensarían que todo se ha acabado y se entregarán a las manos de la muerte, pero ella no, ella sigue esperando, a pesar de que todo parece perdido.

Quedará enterrada bajo la nieve por meses, pero no se desanimará, porque el invierno no dura para siempre y cuando la nieve empiece a derretirse, ella sabrá que es el momento justo y abrirá una pequeña ventana por la que se asomará una ramita verde, sola, aparentemente débil, pero atravesará lo que quede de nieve y en cuanto mire al sol, desplegará unas hermosas hojitas y se preparará para lucirse.

Cuando las hojitas se han sacudido el sueño de tanto tiempo y sientan los rayos del sol, aun y cuando no las caliente, solo con ver la luz, dejarán que sus hermosas flores resurjan en el paisaje.

Blancas, frágiles, tersas, hermosas, estas maravillosas florecillas no solo han derrotado a la adversidad, sino que le anuncian a todos los seres vivos que sobrevivieron el invierno, que la primavera ha llegado y que la vida no se terminó.

Así somos nosotros, como las campanillas. Luchamos para seguir vivos, pero nuestra lucha, como la de ellas, no es una carga o un peso que nos duela, es un ejercicio de vida, de compromiso y de entereza. Si resistimos las tempestades, floreceremos en las épocas de calor y calma.

Como las campanillas, no dejemos de luchar, ya llegará nuestro momento.

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