(.... e desta vez em Português)
Onde estou e para onde vou? OK, já tanta gente se perguntou isso, sou mais uma a fazê-lo. E que resposta tenho para dar? Sendo óbvia e vazia respondo que não sei. Talvez faça mais sentido dizer, Aceito que não sei, ou seja, alguém o sabe e eu sou ignorante. Bolas, como deixar de o ser??
Os únicos momentos em que sinto saber qualquer coisa são quando sorrio de sentimento, quando as coisas não têm nome, não têm causas, são e nesse existir são bonitas e tranquilas.
Mas então quem sou eu? Para onde vou... de onde venho?
Venho do egoísmo e de muita curiosidade. Com o tempo e muita matéria lixada, tenho vindo a descobrir a simplicidade do interior, meu e dos outros. Depois de muito corte, quando o que é de dentro se torna exterior, consegue-se ver o quão lisos ou não ásperos somos. Como troncos de madeira passamos a ser úteis, passamos a servir de suporte, juntos podemos servir de abrigo. Também podemos fazer tropeçar, mas isso é quando caímos e estamos já sem sentido para existir.
Então vamos para onde nos levar o nosso sentido de ser, sem medo de partir, quebrar.
... nada se cria, tudo se transforma...
Monday, June 5, 2017
Courage… so many ways we could show it, if we got it, but most of them require something that society makes one hell of an effort to keep it on through the concepts of consciousness; rationality; fitting in…
How many sighs, big long breaths, do you let go per day, wishing somehow you could be what feels right to you. Oh no! Imagine the amount of craziness that would happen if people did that!!! That’s dangerous! … Stop right there!
… Just dream it, dream that you don’t stop there, that you really follow your drive, that you go 100% in your next breath, word, thought and action.
Fear can take over so much, I don't think most of us are aware of the cage we keep ourselves in.
Here’s what has been seen over time: it’s the ones most capable of being uncomfortable that find their voice and whole hearted projects aka success! It’s the ones who truly follow their curiosity that give something back to this world.
We’re so afraid of falling, of not being accepted, of being labeled outsiders/crazy that we choose a life long average normality over growth and liberation. We bully ourselves! …
… where’s the Love? Where’s the understanding that no one is perfect, that we are here to learn, to change, to rebel our own beliefs and really feel this alive thing, the “I exist” awareness.
We make mistakes, everyone does them, and even when you might think you didn't do anything wrong, someone will point out that you’ve got a bad nature, a bad character, that you are futile, selfish, childish, stubborn, a liar, dumb. We are all a big “family” but when it comes to understanding and openly helping each other find their growth and voice, as a “family” first comes education… First we need education. OK… Could Love be a school teaching subject?
Yes, I’ve had the courage to make mistakes.
I choose wrongly, I didn’t make it right. Yes, I’ve made some really wrong choices in Life, but that also means I’ve had the courage to follow my impulses, my self-growth, I’ve had the courage to explore, to scream, cry and all that leads us to really testing and trying what we are made of.
“Know thyself (…) The unexamined life is not worth living.” … so, “(…) “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”