Sozinho, sentado num qualquer banco de jardim, imaginas o que seria de ti se tentasses…
Se tentasses, tentasses ser como as crianças que saltam e rebolam, sem medos, sem incertezas….
Se tentasses sair da tua zona de conforte e avançasses na incerteza de uma qualquer paixão ou um sonho antigo….
Se ao menos tentasses olhar para o céu e visses a beleza das cores que se formam ao por do sol… se tentasses sentir a brisa fresca que nos faz arrepiar a pele… se tentasses ouvir os sons que nos fazem libertar os pensamentos mais revoltos…
Se ao menos tentasses absorver toda a beleza que nos rodeia…. tão feliz que podias ser…
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery–isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.”