There is much more beneath this revolution. There’s more than blood, more than skin, more than flesh, there’s much more than words, more than places, persons and connections.
Beneath this revolution of growing up, finding our purposes, our feelings, ourselves, there’s a sense of peace and freedom, there’s the quiet place of belonging, and the restless moments of searching, of trying, failing (better), becoming what we hopped to be, building new ideals, fulfilling old ones, being closer to “the future”, feeling it warmer and closer to the definition of happiness.
This revolution, bigger than me, this revolution called life, takes place somewhere in between the shadow of a growing tree and the never ending trail of an ant, survives in the details of everyday morning and night, grows in a smile and in the comfort of a tear inside of a trustworthy embrace.
Being in peace does not result from chance.
Beneath this revolution of growing up, finding our purposes, our feelings, ourselves, there’s a sense of peace and freedom, there’s the quiet place of belonging, and the restless moments of searching, of trying, failing (better), becoming what we hopped to be, building new ideals, fulfilling old ones, being closer to “the future”, feeling it warmer and closer to the definition of happiness.
This revolution, bigger than me, this revolution called life, takes place somewhere in between the shadow of a growing tree and the never ending trail of an ant, survives in the details of everyday morning and night, grows in a smile and in the comfort of a tear inside of a trustworthy embrace.
Being in peace does not result from chance.
Just a though.
5 comments:
.precisamos de aprender a apreciar a constância das inconstâncias. algo me diz que é coisa para demorar uns anos ;)
Chaya
Assino e assassino por baixo
Hoje sonhei ctg, vim visitar o teu blog por isso mesmo, ja nao vinha cá há algum tempo. Gostei disto que li, apesar desta fase estar a ser bem complicada para mim.
fico contente que tenhas encontrado ou estejas no caminho de encontrar essa paz, até porque quem tem a sorte de viver a teu lado, cm amigo (ou cm mais do que isso :) ) pode senti-la um pouco também.
Beijo betinha, gosto de ti
Filipa
"(...)
Je danse avec l'amour
En oubliant le monde et le temps
Heureux comme peut l'être un enfant
Indifférent aux regards des gens
Je danse avec l'amour
Sur la symphonie des sentiments
Je danse, regardez je danse
Tout me semble neuf et beau
Il coule un sang nouveau
Dans mes veines
Je vois les être sans fard
C'est un autre regard
Que je traîne
Sue les choses qui m'entourent
Et danse avec l'amour
(...)"
s. ^^
eu danço com o amor
esquecendo o mundo e o tempo
feliz como pode estar uma criança
indiferente ao olhar das pessoas
eu danço com o amor
na sinfonia dos sentimentos
eu danço, olhem eu danço
(lalala apetece-me lamechices ^^)
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