Sou inquieta, ciumenta, áspera, desesperançosa. Embora amor dentro de mim eu tenha. Só que eu não sei usar amor: às vezes parecem farpas. Se tanto amor dentro de mim recebi e continuo inquieta e infeliz, é porque preciso que Deus venha. Venha antes que seja tarde demais.
Posso falar sobre comida orgânica por horas à fio.
Last night I have had a wonderful conversation with my dear friend Tony Coupe - as always. One of the things we discussed about was the differences between Brazil and Belgium, or any other european country. And when I went to bed I started thinking of a very good report about our 'modern' problems several months ago.
The problem isn't neither the traffic jam nor the awful administration of the cities. It's not the economy. Our fundamental problem is the anxiety.
This capitalist world where the necessity of having a brand new expensive car, a nice job, an enormous comfortable house, a solid relationship, a career, wonderful kids is sold-out in such massive way that transforms us in bags of bones, blood, flesh and 80% anxiety. Is the fear of not reaching our objectives, and if we do, not being able to keep them.
And the body? Who's going to look like Brad Pitt in this encarnation? What will we going to do with the wrinkles, fat, baldness? The medicine can't handle so many imperfections. We'll be anxious forever. Who will be able to make love with Julia Roberts or Cameron Diaz? Who will ever touch Salma Hayek?
We'll all die, and cancer, bombs or heart attacks won't be the reasons. The fear will kill us, fear of not buying what we were told, not eating everything that is virtually offered. Fear of never be who we're supposed to.
I think it's time to rebuild our lives, and if I may, I'd like to make a suggestion: a life with less anxiety and more love, especially for what we have.
What Gives Me Hope
I have faith in people.
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.