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"Perdido seja para nós aquele dia em que não se dançou nem uma vez! E falsa seja para nós toda a verdade que não tenha sido acompanhada por uma gargalhada!"

sexta-feira, 5 de agosto de 2011

Tragic Flaw.

The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. probably Shakespeare or, maybe, Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw: my inability to change. I don't think I'm alonein this, the more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw.

Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still, it feels beter somehow... And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected... who knows what other pain might be out ther waintg for you. Chances are it could be even worse.
So you maintain the Status Quo, choose the road already traveled and it doesn't seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. You're a not a drug addict, you're not killing anyone... Except maybe yourself a little.
When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing must people wouldn't even notice, unless they looked at us really, really close, which, thank God, they never do. But you notice it. Inside you that change feels like a world of difference, and you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever. Than you neve have to change again.


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