Aquele Trecho

Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, "Is life a multiple choice test or is it a true or false test?" Then a voice comes to me out of the dark and says, "We hate to tell you this but life is a thousand word essay". hahahaha

There's some things in this world You just can't change Some things you don't see Until it gets too late [...] Some things in this world Man, they don't make sense Some things you don't need Until they leave you And they're things that you miss, you say Baby, baby, baby When all your love is gone Who will save me From all i'm up against out in this world Maybe, maybe, maybe You'll find something That's enough to keep you But if the bright lights don't receive you You should turn yourself around And come on home

I think this is the point where the mind has to go on an evolving stage. The lazy mind cannot grasp it. The lazy mind cannot function. Things like cynicism and irony and negativity, those are syndromes of a lazy mind. It takes no effort to give in. It’s too easy to be a cynic. It’s too easy to be ironic. It’s too easy to be negative. It’s a lot more harder to be like Charles Bukowski or Tom Waits and find a piece of trash on the street and be like, “You know what? This is the best f***ing thing I’ve ever seen in my f***ing life.” It’s a hardcore romanticism. I kind of come from that school of thought. I think that being here on Earth is a gift to make a full use of before whatever the next stage is. A lot effort is required for that. I’m not scared of the effort and willing to give my 100% to speed up evolution. Something has got to happen.

Se és capaz de manter a tua calma quando Todo o mundo em redor já a perdeu e te culpa, De crer em ti quando estão todos duvidando E para esses, no entanto, achar uma desculpa; Se és capas de esperar sem te desesperares, Ou, enganado, não mentir ao mentiroso. Ou, sendo odiado, sempre ao ódio te esquivares, E não parecer bom demais, nem pretensioso; Se és capaz de pensar – sem que a isso te atires; De sonhar – sem fazer dos sonhos teus senhores; Se, encontrando a Desgraça e o Triunfo, conseguires Tratar da mesma forma a esses dois impostores; Se és capaz de sofrer a dor de ver mudadas Em armadilhas as verdades que disseste E as coisas, por que deste a vida, estraçalhadas, E refazê-las com o bem pouco que te reste; Se és capaz de arriscar numa única parada Tudo quanto ganhaste em toda a tua vida, E perder e, ao perder, sem nunca dizer nada, Resignado, tornar ao ponto de partida; De forçar coração, nervos, músculos, tudo A dar seja o que for que neles ainda existe, E a persistir assim quan...

People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.