" You are much more 'of what he sees ... you are much more' of what you know you are ... you are special. really special. Remember without waiting confirmation of this and see that everything will color '! You have the gift to get into things and explore them as few in the world. You will not remember, he knows it. "
time ago , long time ago, a friend sent me 'this sms. Every time I read it there 's a very hidden part of me that feels touched, like when someone touches you on the shoulder to call you.
And I find myself wondering whether it is really that '... and if so what is really a' positive.
I mean ... I found myself too many times to understand things in depth 'without then having the ability', or the will, or force, or all of these things together, to change them.
Too many times I understand what lies behind appearances, to that everyone wear masks, the characters that show the world, and then not have the capacity 'to remain close to people as I would like to (re-) know.
Then with a smile a little 'bitter to me wonder if in the end this "gift" is a bit 'a curse, which leads me not to investigate things, but to brood too high, risking to lose much more ...
In Portugal, I read "The Solitude of Prime Numbers ", as I have already 'mentioned in the previous post ...
Well, the two main characters are two outcasts, each in its own way, two people who can not have a healthy relationship not only with themselves, not only between them, but with the world in general.
And the world can not have it with them back.
And although these two people recognize it as such, will not be able to remain united. One of the two
inertia against any party, for a natural and seconded inability 'to stir from the habit of giving , not to risk it, an inertia that made me angry,' cause I recognized having suffered.
... The other one for inertia of the whole world against it, indifference and selfishness data and suffered, never turned into a capacity for suffering 'to communicate, but rather transformed into barriers capable of isolating it so well not to feel more 'even herself.
Both of these characters come to mind ... you read the book "thrown into a new future," finally "free" self-imposed by a chain ... but I wonder if it really will be 'so'.
How many times we seem to stand out again flight, and then end up hanging by a thread , connected to a world, our world is already 'lived, we wanted to leave?
as if we were the kites in the air, close to the sun, yet remaining on earth. Often you do not even understand what the thread that keeps us anchored, often catered 'more' than one.
Well, lately I happen to think he .
And I go forward in the present towards the future with a smile on his face, one that never fails, but with its head turned backwards. In
sailing in the wrong direction, in short, to quote the joke of a movie.
So I wonder, since I find nothing and no one else able to delete this thread and let me really and definitely turn their heads in the direction in which way will end up ... 'Why?
Why 'as it says in the book Alice, one of the protagonists, despite the flood of memories and relationships that people have left in my soul, there' s a memory that I crush my heart the same way he the ago.
again.
Now. So
'... all this to write that I'm afraid of going to crash against a post soon, that walk with their heads turned backwards happen ... and there would be the first time ... (Now you know so much, I know ...)
And I find myself wondering whether it is really that '... and if so what is really a' positive.
I mean ... I found myself too many times to understand things in depth 'without then having the ability', or the will, or force, or all of these things together, to change them.
Too many times I understand what lies behind appearances, to that everyone wear masks, the characters that show the world, and then not have the capacity 'to remain close to people as I would like to (re-) know.
Then with a smile a little 'bitter to me wonder if in the end this "gift" is a bit 'a curse, which leads me not to investigate things, but to brood too high, risking to lose much more ...
In Portugal, I read "The Solitude of Prime Numbers ", as I have already 'mentioned in the previous post ...
Well, the two main characters are two outcasts, each in its own way, two people who can not have a healthy relationship not only with themselves, not only between them, but with the world in general.
And the world can not have it with them back.
And although these two people recognize it as such, will not be able to remain united. One of the two
inertia against any party, for a natural and seconded inability 'to stir from the habit of giving , not to risk it, an inertia that made me angry,' cause I recognized having suffered.
... The other one for inertia of the whole world against it, indifference and selfishness data and suffered, never turned into a capacity for suffering 'to communicate, but rather transformed into barriers capable of isolating it so well not to feel more 'even herself.
Both of these characters come to mind ... you read the book "thrown into a new future," finally "free" self-imposed by a chain ... but I wonder if it really will be 'so'.
How many times we seem to stand out again flight, and then end up hanging by a thread , connected to a world, our world is already 'lived, we wanted to leave?
as if we were the kites in the air, close to the sun, yet remaining on earth. Often you do not even understand what the thread that keeps us anchored, often catered 'more' than one.
Well, lately I happen to think he .
And I go forward in the present towards the future with a smile on his face, one that never fails, but with its head turned backwards. In
sailing in the wrong direction, in short, to quote the joke of a movie.
So I wonder, since I find nothing and no one else able to delete this thread and let me really and definitely turn their heads in the direction in which way will end up ... 'Why?
Why 'as it says in the book Alice, one of the protagonists, despite the flood of memories and relationships that people have left in my soul, there' s a memory that I crush my heart the same way he the ago.
again.
Now. So
'... all this to write that I'm afraid of going to crash against a post soon, that walk with their heads turned backwards happen ... and there would be the first time ... (Now you know so much, I know ...)
