I know my heart is stretch-marked and strong. It’s not just worn, but feeling threadbare. And while my heart’s willingness seems to wax and wane these days, I know it’s there.If you’re feeling the same way, just remember that there’s nothing more beautiful than a worn heart that is somehow still willing.
how will I know if I’m living well?
inquiry for today~ what is enough?
I counted my years and discovered that I have less time to live from here on out than what I have lived until now. I feel like that kid who won a pack of sweets: the first ones ate them with pleasure, but when he realized there were few left he began to taste them intensely. I no longer have time for endless meetings where statute, rules, procedures and internal regulations are discussed, knowing that nothing will be achieved. I no longer have time to support dumb people who, despite their chronic age, haven’t grown up. My time is too short: I want the essence, my soul is in a hurry. I don’t have much sweets in the package anymore. I want to live next to human, very humane people, who know how to laugh at their mistakes and who are not inflated by their triumphs and who take on their own responsibilities. This is how you defend human dignity and move towards truth and honestyIt’s the essential that makes life worth living. I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch hearts, people who have been taught to grow up with gentle touches of their soul. Yes, I’m in a hurry, I’m rushing to live with the intensity that only maturity can give. I don’t mean to waste any of the leftover sweets. I’m sure these will be delicious, a lot more than the ones I’ve eaten so far. My goal is to reach a satisfied and peaceful end with my loved ones and my conscience. We have two lives and the second one starts when you realize you only have one.
~Mario of Andrade