Agape - Desassossego

mikefrawley:

Where do the dreams go when they die
where do they sleep when forever was never
the future a lie most cruelly contrived
as the sweet song slowly fades to grey
and innocence learns to fear the darkness
stricken children awaiting salvation
born into illness their only crime

Just for a walk

I don’t know what about you, but I came just for a walk

I came to life for a walk, a nice one. I don’t want to care too much about the shit that system wants to make me swallow, it is not my shit, and it was not my choice.

My choice is different – I came here for a nice walk, for some good time with real people, people that I love to meet during my walk here, sharing with me some troths and some good times. Of course that in this walk of mine, I’ll do my best to help and care about people – to get more and more good times with them and let them have their good times during their walks as well.

I’ll also do my best to improve my walk around here, and in every way possible, improve the walk to the ones walking close to me.

Don’t try to make me buy the shit that there’s no meaning at all to this walk of us. You don’t need any money or any possessions to have a nice walk, it is enough if you know you will have something to drink, to eat, a safe place to rest and the cold will not beat you. Everything more than that, it is luck, is just to make the walk even better.

I came here just for a walk. And maybe I am a very silly person, ´cause I used to thing everyone here in this planet and in this time, came for the same reason… just for a walk… Are you enjoying your walk?

Por muito tempo carreguei comigo a dúvida de que talvez todas as minhas motivações fossem fuga de alguma coisa. Hoje percebo que havia mesmo razão para essa dúvida. Tomei grandes e difíceis decisões, escolhi caminhos tortuosos e incertos, arrisquei o que eu tinha e o que eu não tinha para “ouvir” as certezas que meu coração carregava. Mas sim, eu estava a fugir. Fugir de tudo que não vale a pena, fugir do que é supérfluo, ilusão, irreal. Fugir do que é materialismo, do que é sistêmico e sem alma, fugir do que não faz sentido, do que não é amor e partilha, gratidão e afeto. Fugir do que é apego, do que é abuso, do que é mentira. Fugir do que não presta, do que nada acrescenta ao coração e à vida, à evolução e ao amor. Eu não sou o dinheiro que eu ganho, eu não sou as coisas que eu compro, eu não sou a roupa que visto, a aparência que tenho nem tão pouco sou a casa onde vivo. Eu não sou o trabalho que eu faço, o emprego que eu tenho, a mala que eu carrego. Os caminhos e escolhas que assumi, assumi em nome de algo maior para mim – o que eu sou e o que eu posso ser. Algo que não se negocia, não se troca, não se vende. “Perdi” muito para “ganhar” a mim mesma – quanto mais será preciso “perder”, quanto mais será preciso “fugir”? O quanto for necessário. Sempre.

Running Away

For a long time I carried with me the doubt that maybe all my motivations exists because I was fleeing from something. Now I realize that there was reason to this doubt. I took great and difficult decisions, chosen tortuous and uncertain paths, I took chances and risks to loose all that I had to “hear” the certainty from my heart. And yes, I was running. Running away from everything that is not worth it, running away from what is superfluous, illusion, unreal. Escape from what is materialism, which is systemic and soulless, running away from what does not make sense, what is not love and sharing, gratitude and affection. Escape what is addiction, what is abuse, which is a lie. Escape from what is worthless, that adds nothing to the heart and life, the evolution and love. I am not the money that I make, I’m not the things I buy, I’m not the clothes I wear, the way I look and I’m neither the house where I live. I’m not the work I do, the job I have, the bag that I carry. The paths and choices that I took, I took on behalf of something greater for me - what I am and what I can be. Something that can not be negotiated, not exchange, not for sale. I “Lost” everything to “gain” myself – How much more I need to “lose”, how much more I need to “escape”? As much is required. Always.

Para loucos, sejam estes muitos ou poucos:

Ontem escrevi uma história, a história de uma gaivota.

(Ontem parece ser um dia que já vai tão distante…)

A história, verdadeira, nada tinha de simples ou idiota.

(Foi escrita no auge de um pensamento delirante…)

Agora, sem paciência de copiar o que ontem foi escrito,

(Assim como falta paciência para entender rabugices)

Fica o dito pelo não dito, o escrito pelo não escrito.

(E a vida segue com ou sem as saudosas criancices)

Passa o tempo, passam-se depressa os dias,

(Passa o tempo no pensar, lembrar e sentir?)

Onde estamos, para onde vamos, aonde ias?

(Existe maior verdade do que no gesto do mentir?)

Pensamentos… correrias… mais um copo, um silêncio a mais…

(Mais um gesto – o de calar)

Para onde íamos? Aonde vamos? E agora, para onde vais?

(Mais uma história, essa a de uma gaivota a voar…)

Then you shall judge yourself,” the king answered. “that is the most difficult thing of all. It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom.
Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince (via philphys)
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