Like Stacy said there are a few people that have a purpose in life. A really good one. Those people have goals.They are all methodic. I don’t. I don’t even know the meaning of the truth. I spend all my time imagining and criating this little spaces between my brain and my mind. Places where I can run everywhere. I can sleep in the floor and join the sunset without worring about the rest of the world. Places where the wind blows in a rush and carries the smell of cherries. Places where we can write a thousand books and read them to the nowhere.
I wish that kind of world could be as real as the existence of war. It is irrational the way people think about they own lives. I can’t think about mine. It is not so obvious that I can find this one life goal and put it in practise. It is not so simple. ” Maybe some secrets should just stay secret” right? Right.
I don’t have to know everything. Intelligence and talent don’t have their own simple answers. We are born to do something which some people know since the beggining. I don’t know it since then. I think I just found it now. Not too late, not too soon.
Sometimes it hurts so much that I still do everything with all my heart. It hurts and I just can’t find the answers that I need.
Maybe God could give me a hand.
Maybe not.
” I believe we write our own stories and each time we think we know the end… we don’t.”
Que vida seria esta se não tivesses propósitos? Que pessoas seriamos nós se não arriscássemos viver?
ResponderEliminarNem sempre somos melhores com os melhores, mas piores não ficamos. E a pensar que nem sempre boas respostas comportam boas perguntas...
La está maybe yes...maybe not!