Friday, January 29, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
oficially older
Time passed again and tomorrow will be 27 years since I started to inhabit this place called Earth! and me, who never asked to be born, I'm here, living the anguish of being alive.
The years go on and what we get out of life is the experience of what we have lived. but this experience means all the mistakes, all the sufferings and disappointments that we learn (or not) to cope with them better next time. I'd trade all this "experience" for the joy of doing the right thing at least once. Then all the tears would turn into smiles, and memories would only be of a good time, the "goodbye" would become "see ya", and disappointments would become fairy tales.
But for the pain of "growing up" there's no painkiller, you just get used to live with it until life teaches you how to be cold enough to ignore the feelings then you are finally called adult !?!?! or being an adult just means to pay your own bills? if so, I am almost a senile...
Well, tomorrow should be just a happy day with cake, candles, smiles and the present I've chosen ... but you can't always decide the gift you want to get.
Au revoir
The years go on and what we get out of life is the experience of what we have lived. but this experience means all the mistakes, all the sufferings and disappointments that we learn (or not) to cope with them better next time. I'd trade all this "experience" for the joy of doing the right thing at least once. Then all the tears would turn into smiles, and memories would only be of a good time, the "goodbye" would become "see ya", and disappointments would become fairy tales.
But for the pain of "growing up" there's no painkiller, you just get used to live with it until life teaches you how to be cold enough to ignore the feelings then you are finally called adult !?!?! or being an adult just means to pay your own bills? if so, I am almost a senile...
Well, tomorrow should be just a happy day with cake, candles, smiles and the present I've chosen ... but you can't always decide the gift you want to get.
Au revoir
oficialmente mais velha!
O tempo passou denovo e amanhã serão 27 anos desde que eu passei a habitar esse lugar chamado Terra! e eu que nem pedi pra nascer, to aqui, vivendo as angústias de estar viva.
Os anos vão passando e o que a gente leva da vida é a experiência do que viveu. mas essa experiência adquirida significa todos os erros cometidos, todos os sofrimentos e decepções que aprendemos (ou não) a lidar melhor com eles da próxima vez. Eu trocaria toda essa "experiência" pela alegria de acertar uma única vez. Daí todas as lágrimas se transformariam em sorrisos, e as lembranças só seriam de bons momentos, os "adeus" se transformariam em "até logo", e as decepções em contos de fada.
Mas para a dor do "crescimento" não existe analgésico, você apenas se acostuma a conviver com ela até que a vida lhe ensine a ser frio a ponto de ignorar a presença de sentimentos para que enfim você seja chamado de adulto!?!?! ou será que ser adulto significa apenas pagar as próprias contas? se for, já sou quase uma ansiã...
Bom, amanhã deveria ser um dia bem feliz com bolo, velas, sorrisos e o presente que eu tinha escolhido... mas não é sempre que da pra escolher o próprio presente...
Au revoir
Os anos vão passando e o que a gente leva da vida é a experiência do que viveu. mas essa experiência adquirida significa todos os erros cometidos, todos os sofrimentos e decepções que aprendemos (ou não) a lidar melhor com eles da próxima vez. Eu trocaria toda essa "experiência" pela alegria de acertar uma única vez. Daí todas as lágrimas se transformariam em sorrisos, e as lembranças só seriam de bons momentos, os "adeus" se transformariam em "até logo", e as decepções em contos de fada.
Mas para a dor do "crescimento" não existe analgésico, você apenas se acostuma a conviver com ela até que a vida lhe ensine a ser frio a ponto de ignorar a presença de sentimentos para que enfim você seja chamado de adulto!?!?! ou será que ser adulto significa apenas pagar as próprias contas? se for, já sou quase uma ansiã...
Bom, amanhã deveria ser um dia bem feliz com bolo, velas, sorrisos e o presente que eu tinha escolhido... mas não é sempre que da pra escolher o próprio presente...
Au revoir
Sunday, January 17, 2010
tragedy vs depression
The news show the tragedies all over the world. Mudslides, earthquackes, tsunamis... and we wonder why all this happens, we feel sorry... but that's all. We are too busy with our own personal tragedies looking for a shelter in someone's arms, the warmth of a kiss or just someone to help us to find the way back home.
We cry in bed, they cry for a bed! we dont feel like eating, they kill for eating!
We want chocolate to satisfy our anxieties, they need any food to survive.
They lost their houses; we lost our homes. They lost their relatives; we lost our self-steem.
They lost their food; we lost our hunger for life. They lost their hope, we lost our dignity.
They need help... but our concern about our own problems took the compassion away.
Feeling depressed because you lost something in life? think about those who dont have anything else to loose...
A hurray for those who instead of being home in the confort of their beds writing in a blog, are there, helping someone to survive.
We cry in bed, they cry for a bed! we dont feel like eating, they kill for eating!
We want chocolate to satisfy our anxieties, they need any food to survive.
They lost their houses; we lost our homes. They lost their relatives; we lost our self-steem.
They lost their food; we lost our hunger for life. They lost their hope, we lost our dignity.
They need help... but our concern about our own problems took the compassion away.
Feeling depressed because you lost something in life? think about those who dont have anything else to loose...
A hurray for those who instead of being home in the confort of their beds writing in a blog, are there, helping someone to survive.
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