Getting older...

Life is short - play more (x-box)

(Leia em português)

I’m feeling older... the beginning of a constant concerning... I’m getting older each day... hour... minute... the time passes, without stopping anywhere and us... only when we stop, we understand that the time doesn’t really stop... leaving us behind, and we’re getting more mature... and getting rotten...
I am surprised by recent health concerns... understanding that after all it is not good having steel health (or iron)... we rust... concur that after all, all we’re getting older...
Finally start to wonder if really will be life beyond death... such a desire for that reality... a fear of reaching an end starts to appear... I don’t think deeply about the subject, or that my intends, but it’s my truly concern when there’s no other subject.
Start to feel less energy... my skin is loosing smoothness... less hair... this is happening in a hallucinate rhythm...
The resistance to sleep, this is also in reduction, and often leaves me sown in my chair waiting that someone take me from this one to somewhere else I can truly restated my energies... and live constantly in the past... remembering good memories... great moments... those when everything ran without any concerns... in these times of puberty, when I only wanted to be... older.

Moments of emptiness

Hat (a sweet memory)

(Leia em português)

The time passes and leaves us more qualified of a world that drowns us in pain... more thoughtful and careful... sadder... more rational... wiser...
Today I received sad news... the decease of my grandfather... the few persons who, with short contact kept nowadays in this gray and blue sphere, more happy memories from my childhood has left me...
I passed the day reviewing in my mind… step by step... all the moments I spend in his sweet presence...
A truly magnificent person... superb... that transmitted joy to the all around him... it’s truly impressive not to remember a single moment that has left me misfortune... except only this last one... of his goodbye.
What more I can think if, for all these facts, I cannot believe in a divine benevolent omnipresence, only due such injustices continuously happen?...
His departure already was waited, but such trips, for so painful that become, never are really expected... our souls aren’t ever really prepared... Welcomed to the time... that truly helps us... erasing the edges left for rasping and helps us to accept the inevitabilities of the cycle of life...
Believing the contradictory benefits of the time, I conclude that I’ll truly feel an immense emptiness, impossible to be filled, but I wait that somewhere in time I can have his company again.