Mealheiro dos sonhos

Pela 1ª vez desde que me lembro de existir cheguei à conclusão que sonhar também cansa. Pelo menos  assim, nestas doses pouco moderadas.

Vou fazer uma pausa. Preciso de fazer uma pausa para não deixar partir o mealheiro onde os guardo. Permanecer uns tempos algures entre o céu e a terra, seja lá onde isso for.

Não deixei, não deixo, nem deixarei de acreditar nos sonhos, pelo contrário. Preciso apenas de parar um pouco, respirar o ar deste solstício, cheirar o mar infinito, sentir a brisa no corpo e olhar para os mais variados tipos de vida que me rodeiam.

Por isso, digo aos meus sonhos somente um... até já!

Don't count the days, make the days count

"I'd always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all. It stretches on forever, like an ocean of time. For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout Camp, watching falling stars. And yellow leaves from the maple trees that lined our street. Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper. And the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand-new Firebird. And Janie... and Janie. And... Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it. And then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry, you will someday."