sábado, abril 15, 2017

# Reflection


Each day is a day, and if we think of specific objectives with activity scheduling, it is pure speculation that, in general terms, by event statistics, may occur, but occasionally covered by terms not considered at the outset, change all Planned projects and action plans. The accessory is no longer relevant in context; The time comes to an end. The chronometer stops, the hourglass dries and the cuckoo loses his song.


The life course of each of us begins to be drawn even before we are conceived. We are idealized a promising future, based on stereotyped patterns and high social recognition. We are integrated into a religion and are given a reference, through the combination of a number of characters, by which we come to be identified, and socially acclaimed.

However, no one has considered if that is the path we wanted to follow, one day later; no one! They give the fact as acquired, as an absolute certainty.

The chanting of the enchanted alarm clock alarm - not necessarily charming - signals the beginning of yet another day, whose term we wish to be the joy of meeting with those we most desire. And this line of that goal will always be the most desired but not always achieved.

A day of life is an existence of countless pages written at every step, in a complex diary of experiences, memories and sensations. A chapter that we wish to be at the beginning of the story, the one who marks us, guides us, illustrates us.

Sometimes, so often, this story is struck by rocks that muddle the path; Other times by sudden abysses that cause the ground to escape underfoot. Sometimes the story undergoes changes that, not conditioning the plot, alter it in another that marks each one of the chapters of each story, so often, or almost always, puzzling, without certainties, but with many doubts.

And in the end, with each end, whether the argument is more or less bulky, the book of life is arranged in the collection of memories, in the same way.


Who says a book to be good has to be bulky? Who says a story, to be intense, has to be long? - There is not,! There is not!

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