setembro 16, 2006

herd

some people live their lives like there is no tomorrow. others like their time is eternal. as if the things you missed in the past are somehow waiting to happen. but in the grand scheme of things, time stops for no one. there are few second chances. few and too miniscule to be recognized without an effort. so, you let them go like the first ones. always unaware of their existence.
soon you're stuck in a dead end job you'll end up hating for the rest of your life. always being with the same people and having the same conversations about the same boring subjects. over and over again. chained to a loveless marriage with someone you put up with out of habit. with whom you generate new life that will never be loved. and every night when you're lying in bed, you'll dream of alternative endings, endless choices. a world of infinities opens up before your eyes. a world of lies.
you give up your dreams the moment you become an adult. the problem arises when you never had any in the first place because you were forced to grow up sooner than you wanted.

2 ex troardinary remarks:

Blogger Pipocas wrote...

Eu sei que já 'tou meio pitosga (nem me lembrem o dinheiro que paguei no outro dia para mudar de lentes)... mas, mesmo assim, acho que as letras sairam-te um bocadito pequenotas.
8(

18/09/06, 14:10  
Blogger paulo wrote...

pois, há browsers em que isto é um bocado ilegível...

18/09/06, 16:52  

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