“So many words are left unspoken
The silent voices are driving me crazy
After all the pain you caused me
Making up could never be your intention
You’ll never know how much you hurt me…”—Simply Red - Stars
Por que às vezes é tão difícil aceitar que algumas coisas simplesmente não são pra ser?
Você pode se tornar uma pessoa melhor ao longo dos anos, pode adquirir qualidades admiráveis, pode aprender novas coisas, perder peso, , ficar mais “cool”.
Pode dar toda a atenção do mundo, se dispor 24h do dia, se boa ouvinte, boa amiga, tecer elogios, fazer de um tudo só pra agradar.
Ainda assim, algumas vezes nada disso vai ser suficiente. Tem certas coisas que simplesmente não deveriam ser difíceis, não deveriam exigir trabalho árduo e sofrimento. Porque elas deveriam simplesmente “ser”. E se não são desde o começo… dificilmente serão de um momento pro outro.
Mas não é fácil aceitar que algumas coisas não são pra ser, que nunca vamos significar pra algumas pessoas o que elas significam pra gente. E mais difícil ainda é entender e abrir mão dessa ideia depois de tanto tempo e tanto esforço…
People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. ‘For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.’
If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen.
They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.’
So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, ‘The creature is regenerating itself.’
“If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me. And if they do something I don’t like, I’ll tell them.”—Stephen Chbosky (via julie911)