Recollecting pieces

Explorando aqui um dvd de backup, achei um texto que nem me lembrava de ter escrito.
Engraçado que de tantas mudanças e variáveis na vida, esse texto até que parece bastante constante. Quer dizer, eu o leio agora e creio que poderia tê-lo escrito 5 min atrás.
Não sei nem lembro quais eram as circunstâncias do dia em que escrevi, mas enfim...compartilhá-lo-ei.

Generic Ranting

Finding yourself was never the worst thing to do...

Fighting yourself was never the most pleasant thing to do...

Loving yourself was never the easiest thing to do...

Respecting yourself was never the most simple thing to do...

Educating yourself was never the cheapest thing to do...

Controlling yourself was never the lightest job you had to do...

Freeing yourself was never the brightest, most simple, cheapest, relaxing, most pleasant, most grateful, most rewarding or most whatever thing you could possibly wish to do...

Yet...

Losing or never finding yourself is living meaninglessly, falsely, theatrically.

Fighting yourself isn't just usually useless, but also tiring, stupid, hopeless, absurd.

Loving yourself is above all necessary. "There's a thin line between love and hate", so one can always walk on it - it'll always fall to this or that side now and then. Last but not least, one can never know if he/she will be loved enough by others, and one cannot live fully if never loved enough. How can one be sure to be loved enough? Tough, when you can rarely even trust your own cat. Or dog. Or bitch.

Respecting yourself is almost as necessary as loving. Except that even if you don't, it's just enough if other people do, because it means you're at least worth respecting. And hey, that's gotta mean something, right? I hope it does...

Educating yourself is optional. One can live without it. Recklessly or prudently, you can choose. It'll most likely be exciting. You just got to learn how to have fun. It's all about fun anyway. Just don't forget that fun sometimes has a price...sometimes a high price...sometimes a big and endless toll. Oh well, taking risks is fun for some people. So place your bets. Aaaand, spin!

Controlling yourself can be meaningless, fake, theatrical, useless, necessary and optional. Sometimes mandatory (mind you that necessary and mandatory are WAY different). Irresponsible control can result in disaster, just like involuntary control. I'm not saying that voluntary control isn't risky, but being it more difficult and rare, a successful voluntary control is nearly a gift from the gods. But then again, if you manage to have inner gods, you might as well say it's a gift from yourself, to yourself, and maybe to the world - as well as it can be some kind of doom for the world - but that's not your problem.

Freeing yourself...now, that is reaching perfection, fully and truly. Occasionally truly mad. Or madly deep - nothing but risks, again. An incomplete but high-scoring freedom can be acceptable too, after all, we're humans (or at least some of us are). Try and reach it. Or just don't. That's not my problem anyway.



PS: Von zwei Übeln wählt man besser das, was man schon kennt. (better the devil you know than the devil you don't)

Data de criação do arquivo: 08/04/2005