I found it some time ago, somewhere i don't remember, written by some one i don't know....
"Change; we don’t like it, we fear it, but we can't stop it from coming. We either adapt to change or we get left behind. And it hurts to grow, anybody who tells you it doesn’t is lying. But heres the truth: the more things change, the more they stay the same. And sometimes, oh, sometimes change is good. Oh, sometimes, change is ... everything."
~> Get a walk on the bright white sun (have you ever noticed how white the sun is by the morning? just like the sky, that looks even bluer - more blue, idk - after a clowdy storm...).
~> Do to a newsstand, but don't buy anything, just flip through every interesting piece of paper in front of you.
~> Mark an appointment or a meeting and cancel it (makes you feel important).
~> Rent a couple of good movies.
~> Read a new book / Listen to a new song.
~> Lay down on your favorite couch in front of a TV (turned off, of course) and just keep watching the mirrored images at the dark screen.
Today I was too sick to do any thing worth doing.... so suddenly, out of nothing, i've decided to organize a drawer where i keep tons of stuff [most of them useless]...
Then i finally realise that sometimes is better to keep things hiden from our eyes, some memories shall be forgotten, erased, or maybe left by as simple scrawls of what some day was a masterpiece...
I also realised how much I've changed lately... and that some things that happend in the past might never come back again as they were before... and, you know what, who cares, maybe nothing is supposed to last for ever... maybe somethings are supposed to end, to be kept in the past... and maybe we're supposed to learn with them, maybe even forget it, just keeping what's made us grow.
Even more... maybe some pieces of a puzzle might never fit together, as perfect as they look when they're put next to each other....
There's a time in your life when everything changes... Every time you wake up the whole world looks diferent.
You're still going to the same places you've been in your entire life... but they don't look like the same!
You're still meeting the same people that you've met a long ago... but they don't look like the same!
And then you realize that everything around you has not changed at all the people, the places, they're all like how they were before what's changed is YOU!!!
your mind your eyes your soul they're NOT the same... THEY have changed
call it changing, growing up, evolving, what ever... i'm just loving how it feels!
and the funniest thing is that i've always feared those radical changes, never wanted to loose what i've built, what i've earned, what i've become.
but now, i just want to keep it like that, the way it is, changing continously...
Shall we just continue living our lives the same old way? Shall we just continue living this confusing changes that we face everywhere we look at? Shall we just continue living?
Should we break another wall? Should we fence ourselves into a higher one?
Walls, borders that we've built... frontiers that we were pushed into...
Who was the first to set 'em? And who was the first to break 'em?
Did this lead to anything? Are we better now? Breaking our limits, and setting new ones?
Take a look around... [Take a look at ourselves] ... take a look ar YOURSELF!
Shall we be proud of ourselves with all the things we've acconplished? Shall we feel shame of ourselves for all that we've donne?
Shall we ever try to look for a better world? Is there a better world to be looked for?
What shall we use to fill the empty spaces Where waves of hunger roar Shall we set out across this sea of faces In search of more and more applause - Pink Floyd
Just fund another of those virtual-comic-websites, like those that have been around everywhere recently, fulled with sarcasm, but not like those with dark jokes, just a tiny bit of soft irony.
Anyways... I've just found it in the middle of the night and thought it would nice sharing it with whom it could concern...
[i might come up showing some of them in this blog latter...]
Não consegui postar um último plágio no sabado.... por isso encerro a semana de textos alheios hoje...
aew vai.... uma música de uma banda que dificilmente vocês conhecem.... mas vale a pena conhecer... "Móveis Coloniais de Aracaju":
SEM PALAVRAS
"Eu sei que nada tenho a dizer, Mas acabei dizendo sem querer Palavra bandida! Sempre arruma um jeito de escapar
Seria tudo muito melhor Se a música falasse por si só Dá raiva da vida Nada existe sem classificar
Penso, tento Achar palavras pro meu sentimento Tanto é pouco, nada diz Não é triste, nem feliz
Mesmo sendo Um pranto, um choro ou qualquer lamento Nada importa, tanto faz Se é pra sempre ou nunca mais
Pensei em mil palavras, e enfim Nenhuma das palavras coube em mim Não vejo saída Como vou dizer sem me calar?
Diria mudo tudo o que faz Minha vida andar de frente para trás Uma frase perdida Num discurso feito de olhar
Penso, tento Achar palavras pro meu sentimento Tanto é pouco, nada diz Não é triste, nem feliz
Mesmo sendo Um pranto, um choro ou qualquer lamento Nada importa, tanto faz Se é pra sempre ou nunca mais
Não é triste, nem é lindo Não é raso, não é pouco, nem é tudo Não é fato, nem é mito Não é raro, não é oco, nem é louco Não é isso, não é outro Não é fraco, não é mito, naõ é bobo Não, não, não, não
Eu sei que nada tenho a dizer Pensei em mil palavras, e enfim Seria tudo muito melhor Pensei Seria Se um dia alguém puder me entender"
