Workaholic

Rel�gio 

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Today I had one of those days that we regularly say “today should stayed in bed”, due to excess of problems (I think).
I do not consider my self a workaholic. Although I’d like to prepare all the tasks I’ve predestined for the next day (preparing at night due lack of time, literally). This night procedure only leads me more alerted for eventual unexpected situations that can occur.
I can lead to think that the fact of had no time, will mean disorganization so that don’t spend time in “futilities”… or that existed several subjects to take care at the same time, or some other reason… probably there’s no explanation for that.
The fact is that I’ve constantly the stranger feeling that time runs faster than the clock… consequently, I feel that I didn’t made what I was it intended to (probably because of being excessively ambitious).
In the last month, the subject of the “workaholic” interested my self in it’s definition, symptoms and causes… unfortunately, the definition fits me “like a glove”, even though the fact that I doesn’t assuming it, that’s life ……
However, I end up concluding that, in opposition to the existing idea in our society, work doesn’t combine with family… therefore the more we invest in the work (or career) more we deprived in family.
Will it be a true investment?

Truly reality

Matrix 

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We live in a fantasy world… and no matter how hard we try, we have to believe that it is the greater of all truths.
Whenever I think about this, I remember the “Matrix” movie… as in that movie, people try to grasp themselves, not only to the “easiest reality”, but to the “reality” created by our internal truths (what we believe).
… When I was a child, not only of spirit but also by my inexperience of life, I heard frequently a mother of some friend mine saying that only 10% of what he said where truth. She said to him that he lie with such conviction that himself believed the lie as being truth … such things, meaningless for me, in that time were just boring and incompressible adult talk. Now, they make sense…
… after all, the truth is only what our unconscious believes… and reality is traced by our mental health.

Interlaced lives

Novelo 

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Our life it’s like a hank of line that goes uncurling in a way that we go growing, living, developing our capacities and… taking decisions…
As we create relations, this line will mix with others… being all of these forever connected… and if we fall or let fall our hank, all the other lines will feel.
People, as these lines that will go spreading in the soil, throughout it’s life create relations, strongest or weaker… of friendship or not… that will go bind during it’s existence… a people’s lost is like a fall of a hank … the more knots exist, greater is the shaking.

Virtual reality

Internet addicted 

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I left into the street… After four long hours of complete lack of electricity, my notebook battery finished, in “save mode”, all its energy (well, still wasted some electrons to enter in hibernation mode).
I modified, unsuccessfully, the configuration of my notebook so that it didn’t perform any auto save (uselessness), spending some additional and precious elements… but I convinced myself, in extensive 20 minutes of desperation that had followed till I paid attention to some others real “windows”, that such configuration changes only had been useful to speed up the “destruction” process of the last and precious sub-atomic negative load particles.
I arise myself and I felt something… I do not know if it was some muscle atrophy, or if I was convinced myself that the electricity would be returning soon.
I open the door that separate myself from the real world… for some moments I felt blind… a sensation of impotence lasted since the last life sign of my notebook… the truth is that, I found myself dislocated from the external world.
In a away that I was moving (Venturing, to be more precisely) into the exterior, I paid attention in all the things that surrounded me… a chillness and inexperience sensation took all my thoughts in each new look.
I observed grass, the flowers dancing with the soft melody of the breeze… the harmonic movements of the couples that walked in the street… the animals that played… the people who seated in the esplanade coexisted with the sound of a soccer game that passed in television… what? … television?.....