Adaptability

Chameleon 

(Leia em português)

Here I stand, in another country... Another language, another culture... other people, other customs... Everything, even so close, makes me feel far, far away and mainly dislocated... I feel the stranger that I really am... However, as it is normal of the human nature, I will not give up. Constantly, I feel that I am starting to be part of this new society... or that I am forced to... life here, less passes me unknown... after all, everything is only about the deepest and old instinct of human specie... survival... even so more pacify, we directed all our senses so that nothing will pass really unnoticed...
It is obvious that this situation is not desperate nor compromises my survival... but everything awakes my interest for transmitting me some inconvenience...
In all situations we pass trough our life our mind, even without a clear vision, we learn... learn to defend our selves from future similar situations... such as our body learns to defend himself from same virus that in the past infected him... creating specifics antibodies for such illness...
We have to understand that the hardness of similar situations will never be the same... and considering that misfortune, it will lead us to react in a less adequate way... but, the mind will learns that doesn’t exist a standard to react and that it must be opened to all details and variants so that it can identifies the most adequate reaction.
We can conclude that a human being that has passed for more intense situations will be the most prepared, but such conclusions will easily shows not to be the right one...
After all, in our life, everything is not more than a deep learning many different and intense situations that prepare us for other situations strange to our body.

Singly lonely

Lonely

(Leia em português)

The loneliness must be one of the most annihilating feelings of the human mind... For seventh consecutive day that I find myself away of the company of the most wanted persons in my life... by the seventh day that I feel that a simple phone call does not satisfy the needs of this constant absence... during the week, for the simple fact of being busy for considered tasks labor, my mind is not blocked in these feelings of absence, not felt with as much intensity this gap that invades my internal being.
However, with the arrival of the weekend, this "amusement" let me free for deeper thoughts.
At this moment, just like yesterday, the rain is falling where I am... arresting me it this hotel room... even yesterday I tried to distract myself walking lonely in the streets... but without success.
Each couple that crosses by me and, again, came back to me the idea of loneliness... and, there, it appealed to the use of telephone to hear the comfort of its voice… it’s funny, I must have made a dozen of phone calls… unfortunally, this cheer up that it felt, only lasted the time of a phone call and badly finish the communication, everything came back to the previous state... the loneliness.
Today, I feel that I’m starting to think in a inverse way. I do not think about the days that had passed but, for the desperation that fill me up, I think about the ones that still missing, five days... five long days, only brightened up by the fact of tomorrow, and for my stimulus, I’ll return to the labor tasks...
Impressive, it is surprising how I, for the first time, desired with all my strength that the weekend did not exist, or that it passes as fast as possible... and everything summarizes to the importance that other people can have in our life... everything, in fact, summarizes to feelings more or less deeper that echoes in our life and our state of mind... but that, unfortunally, in absence we only recognize its true importance.
Only when we are in harmony with ourselves, we can be open to new experiences... and this state only can be reached, when all the feelings that fill us inside are in harmony with our wellbeing.
At this moment, having all the time to think about these feelings that affects me, I recognize that in this unique occasion that I have to know other country, other culture, other people, I realize that it is not important, interesting or necessary, if it is not lived with the persons with who we shared our life... our deeper feelings.... our heart.
For all of this I realize that, only sharing all the moments of our life, the good ones and the bad ones, with who really is important for us, will complete us and make us feel in harmony with ourselves... to this person, will be also showed his truly importance in our life... and our true feelings for her.