Motivation

What is Your way?

by Danilo Santana - Brazilian Writer

Often in the next life, in any segment or stage, we arrive at a crossroads, often important and may be represented by the profession that we embrace, the investments in which we pin our economies, the partner that we welcome into our soul by the friends we keep, or even the kind of life we take, among many, many other times in our lives that require decisions, apparently, very definitive, and so severe, requiring meditation, evaluation and, of course, endless searches for signs indicating that in the mystical path and to the advice from our gurus on call.

A butterfly that passes, a wind that blows to the north, a note in the papers, a trip that happens, the thunder that stresses the rumble in the distance, or even the formation of clouds in the sky, seem to be warnings that decisions have not can expect more.

But the answers of our day to day only to confuse, is the conflicting statements offered by our closest loved, and produce in our own discomfort of a heart who is asked, or the lack of ideas that can result in a response certain, since it seems apparent that no ones will be irreparable.

This uncertainty creates anxiety, insecurity, a feeling of helplessness and leads to several questions. After all, what we are, where we come from, where we are going, what is the role of the universe that you planned for our known world in this short passage.

While the mind makes an endless amount and quality of questions, not to be answered effectively, but objectively, so that we can face the elements in place of consciousness, we feel a sense scientifically perceived physical and that the principle is manifested by the acceleration of respiration , is the intensity and depth of our heart, then it is remarkable in light sweat that touches our body as that stimulated by tousle our hair, and worse, is not exhausted with friagem in the stomach and even with the uproar that way in our thinking while reducing the perception of the world around us.

Finally, a clearer conception of this state of mind could be conceptualized with the simple fear of the unknown that in a period in time, get hold of our body and no more threat to let him react, leaving us, poor and fragile mortals, absorb us with an activity, benign or otherwise, which allows us to escape this feeling.

But then, just now, is the danger of consolidating it in our hearts the conformation with the stigma of escape or of inertia.

The risk is to adopt this trick natural, instinctive, for living beings, as a new habitat, and loss, this time in character truly serious, the notion of repulsion for cowardice, while deprived of the pleasure in the enjoyment of the splendor of life.

It was with this question in mind and with the conflict established in the soul, I left the street and I meet with an old, tattered and broken, which is heated to the corner of an alley while cooling fan to fire a handful of sticks, risked to ask him what the meaning of life when you do not have a horizon and no paths to follow.

Life, unfortunately so short when confronted with the universal time, should be especially bitter for that miserable, expert of social injustice, the evils of poverty, disease, misfortune of the moral and the vulnerability of live specimens, especially those with the capacity to feel and think about existence.

At first, the old man only raised the eyebrows, as if it were not devoted to the intruder in your small world of the smallest words.
 
Then, as if repeated entirely of physical ailments that affected, dared to stand up, posted up straight, his face has professorial air as his eyes seemed to radiate a glorious youth.

His voice sounded strong, strong, slowly, calmly and with a vibration of insinuating that rag humans, begging the sidewalk, though, could embody a powerful entity, perhaps the whole of the night.


"It is true that the question does not seek an answer about my life, but a word that can explain to you, but this disqualifies not my duty to cool their anguish."

These words, obviously, could not be expected of a miserable, notorious victim of neglect of the gods, and exactly why I tried to leave in silence, without waiting for the words that would follow this preamble as lucid and ferine.
 
But I could not.
 
Missed me the courage to undertake the flight, then drop me, still numb, listening to the wise beggar, and even today, more than twenty years, still hear his words:

"You might imagine that this fetid corner and cold, no light and no neighbors, my home was lonely, but this is a mistake that is repeated by many passersby this piece of road that now welcomes me."

"The truth is that I am here only in passing, I have already mapped out a route, stop for a quick rest and take the time to check my notes, evaluating the way I left my back and prop forces. The reach of my goal is getting closer, but not really extend my lead. "





"I have a dream, follow the path of the sea."

"Looking for the peace of the meeting of the blue sky with the green wilderness of water and I also feel the force of waves challenging rocks, I drunk me with the landscape of moonlight reflected in the sparkling curtain of water and not get tired of running by under the sun, though I blurred eyes the clash of light reflected by its white sand. "

"Although you get the water gently bathing my body, I dare to break their contours with sudden movements, even aggressive, because that is how I feel I can be a life, but other people with different attitudes to succeed."

"But if another were my dream, I seek and reach the mountains, would have the same enthusiasm, willingness and, similarly, consider the parade a mere strategic activity to achieve success in my attempt. No open hand of my dream only by the difficulties, to the contrary, I would risk me stay inert, without force and without courage to take my work more. "

"I fear that is not able to answer your question with information fully satisfactory, however, I can assure you that this has no importance, I imagine the true meaning of life is the courage to undertake a journey in search of dreams the key is that we can design the inter bitterness as mere accidents of course, not reflected in our willingness to follow the path chosen and even sharpening our time of arrival. "

"Finally, my way to the sea crowd, as I preferred the mountains."

"Despite declining, without baggage, and because I miss sweater and company, I am living, I follow her, and data arm, imbued with a malicious conduct, we are fulfilling our reason for being."

"Well .. and you, what is your path? "

Comments and Opinions

1) Natalia (18/4/2009 at 11:22:15)
I loved this article and I also believe that the true meaning of life is the courage to go in search of our dreams, without haste, but with the certainty that they will perform, no matter what happens in the middle of the road, but always believing that there is something more to worry about.
 
2) Ruth (21/5/2009 at 12:01:26)
It's really life is an adventure, and also a challenge, I believe that this moving in the right direction is an act of faith.
Sometimes Everything seems so confused that I think I lost the thread of MEAD, BUT, we must go on. ORDER A GOD WITHOUT APOLOGIES Inspiration FACING THE UNKNOWN.

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