You know those collored and impossible ones that your goal is to make that every side has only one collor on it....
(Rubik's Cube thats the way wikipedia -and i guess all the english speakers- named it...)
Anyway.... sometimes life looks like it because it's soooo impossible... it seems like the harder you try to put all the same collors together, the farther you are from making it right.
And then you find a few people who can solve it so easily that you think that you might be able to solve it too...
That's when you start getting frustrated....
You feel like you wont ever be able to solve it... and your life will always be a thing with a millon collors that doesn't seem to make sense at all...
But, one day you'll wake up and look to your unsolved cube and that one that's just been completed.... at first you'll admire - and maybe even envy - the other cube.... because it seems much more perfect then yours...
But, with a second glance at it, you start to see that both cubes are not more than cubes with collors over it, and the way they're placed around the cube doesn't acctualy mean something....
they're just cubes with collors, not more than that.
And.... What's the matter with a little bit of mess?
Why life has to be always perfectly shaped like they've said it has to be?
Why is there a "perfect pattern" for us to shape ourselves into it?
Why can't we just be a lot of meanless collors, placed around our meanless cube, the way that we wanted to?
Life's just like one of those cubes...
Lots of questions, as always.
ResponderExcluirdon't bother in answering all of them, it is impossible.
And não se preocupe em entender, viver ultrapassa todo o entendimento.
J.
how many of these cubes have you ever thrown into a wall because of the intense anger of still seeing one different color in the middle of the other after an hour of "work"?
ResponderExcluirwe may find out it happens everyday
forget about everything and kick the cube
life's a cube, we can't get rid of it
Delilah