Os últimos disparates de um mercador

Have you ever had the feeling of hitting a wall? Figuratively, of course. It´s like getting to a dead end street, considering that the street is your life and the dead end is not your death. Nowhere to go but turning back. I don´t know if i´ve got to that spot, but I already feel that i´m walking down a road i already know. But maybe that´s just some déja vu or whatever.

Sometimes there´s nothing to write about, nothing to think about and nothing to feel about. Still, nothing seems like a good subject to discuss, so here it goes what I think and feel about all of the nothing that surrounds us: " " Thank you all for reading this thoughts and all of its harsh content.

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Less is the new more And that´s it

Recentemente aprendi que toda e qualquer jura amorosa de eternidade é em si um ato de desamor. "Amar-te-ei para sempre", bobagem. Amar-te-ei hoje, digo, como se fosse o último dia e com a certeza e o medo de que amanhã não mais amarei. E justamente por isso, amarei com tanto ímpeto, tanta raiva, tanta dedicação e amarei com tanto amor que hoje bastará. Para sempre não. Nunca é para sempre. Para sempre é mentira. Amo hoje porque eu nenhum outro lugar poderei estar. Sou 100% instantâneo. Mas eu não sei nada sobre amor.

"Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around" But do we take this chances? Are we brave enough to lose what we do have to dive into the unknown? Do we even want to change things? Nietzsche once said that in order to "become who we are" we must turn it all into ashes. Losing to be able to rebuilt ourselves from scratch. And he was a wise man, no doubt about it. Detours can be a blessing, I´m starting to learn that. Just about a month ago I had my life planned and I was happy with it. Now my plan is just living. Sounds good to me, what can I do? Panta Rei Oudem Menei, you know? Everything passes, nothing remains. Like every single second or whatever standard you use to measure time. Some opportunities you may lose. Some you may seize. It´s up to you, up to me. But be sure you take the road that fulfills you. And always take a road.

QUESTION Does it Matter? ANSWER No, it doesn´t. All that matters is the way you see things. When you were a baby, a child, a juvenile prick, your mother may have told you what to do and not to do. Whatever, you build your own pathway to glory or misery. It´s not about the rules or the structured futured that may be ahead, it´s about the choices you make. Once you take a road, there´s no turning back, there´s no room in life for "free practice". Everything shall be charged. And the price, baby, is often too high. Even if you don´t believe in luck (or bad luck, which fits me better), which I certainly don´t, what other explanation there may be for the consequences of our acts? And we can not even deprive ourselves from acting, because NOT acting is an act by itself. Guess there´s no hope, then... Sure, we are fucked.