Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Recebi um email de um grande amigo que se queixava das dificuldades do dia-a-dia. Ele falava sobre o quanto era difícil conviver com os problemas no trabalho, o dinheiro, as cobranças, as exigência da noiva e suas próprias exigências. Ele reclamava, enfim, do fato da vida real ser sempre muito mais complicada que a vida que planejamos aos 20 anos.
Essa foi minha resposta: bitching all around.
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Dear,
I know what you mean. I live under the same feeling that life is simply too complicated for me, that i´m somehow unable to cope with the problems everyone else seems to be able to deal with. Maybe we should have been warned that things are never as easy as they seem. (Remember when we were 19 and thought life would be great once we got older?)
But, you see, the thing is: we live under an exhausting demand for excellency. We´re constantly comparing ourselves; to our parents (for when they were our age they had already accomplished much more), to our friends (for one has bought that car, and i haven´t, for the other one has got a baby, and i haven´t), to what we, ourselves, thought we should grow up to be like. It´s all a big disappointment. And it´s freaking exhausting.
Maybe our parents were too good. Maybe it would have been easier to grow up with less opportunities, less love, less ... expectations. Now we´re too spoiled, and we still act like small children who didn´t get what they wanted.
Right now, we´re both overwhelmed by the difficulties of adulthood. We wake up complaining because life´s not how we expected it to be. And, hey!, neither of us has any great problem, such as health issues or threatening basic surviving needs. We live a very comfortable life, and we ought to be grateful! So why the hell do we complain so much???
Remember when we were at the Cape, and we made plans for when we were more independent, when we had the money etc? We should have realised that THAT was the prime. Those moments. Now we have too many bills to pay, too much responsability, too many lives entangled to ours, and we also feel "guilty" because we´re not married, or have children, and we´re not as succesful or live the kind of life we were "supposed to". Freaking exhausting.
So tell Quinn that a wedding party is not at all relevant (though it would be great). Tell yourself that the apartment thing is just the best you can do right now. And try to enjoy these little moments of breathing above the surface.
And, if everything goes wrong, we can always move to Israel and join a Kibbutz (sp?). But, wait, none of us is jewish! Oh, damn, we can always go to Colombia and I´d practice my Shakira routine! ;)
Love, always,
Aline ¶ Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Essa foi minha resposta: bitching all around.
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Dear,
I know what you mean. I live under the same feeling that life is simply too complicated for me, that i´m somehow unable to cope with the problems everyone else seems to be able to deal with. Maybe we should have been warned that things are never as easy as they seem. (Remember when we were 19 and thought life would be great once we got older?)
But, you see, the thing is: we live under an exhausting demand for excellency. We´re constantly comparing ourselves; to our parents (for when they were our age they had already accomplished much more), to our friends (for one has bought that car, and i haven´t, for the other one has got a baby, and i haven´t), to what we, ourselves, thought we should grow up to be like. It´s all a big disappointment. And it´s freaking exhausting.
Maybe our parents were too good. Maybe it would have been easier to grow up with less opportunities, less love, less ... expectations. Now we´re too spoiled, and we still act like small children who didn´t get what they wanted.
Right now, we´re both overwhelmed by the difficulties of adulthood. We wake up complaining because life´s not how we expected it to be. And, hey!, neither of us has any great problem, such as health issues or threatening basic surviving needs. We live a very comfortable life, and we ought to be grateful! So why the hell do we complain so much???
Remember when we were at the Cape, and we made plans for when we were more independent, when we had the money etc? We should have realised that THAT was the prime. Those moments. Now we have too many bills to pay, too much responsability, too many lives entangled to ours, and we also feel "guilty" because we´re not married, or have children, and we´re not as succesful or live the kind of life we were "supposed to". Freaking exhausting.
So tell Quinn that a wedding party is not at all relevant (though it would be great). Tell yourself that the apartment thing is just the best you can do right now. And try to enjoy these little moments of breathing above the surface.
And, if everything goes wrong, we can always move to Israel and join a Kibbutz (sp?). But, wait, none of us is jewish! Oh, damn, we can always go to Colombia and I´d practice my Shakira routine! ;)
Love, always,
Aline ¶ Tuesday, December 12, 2006
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como diria minha profa. de portugues - seu texto apresenta coerência e coesao. ou seja - tá bem escrito pra caralho. e muito bonito.
o texto está mesmo muito bonito. bem escrito e com uma sensibilidade que só pode ser feminina, pra tirar de situações pequeninihas implicações mais graves.
Mas pra mim, passou uma sensação estranha de insatisfação com as próprias escolhas. Será que isso é tão universal? será que essa resignação diante de momentinhos já é capaz de mudar mesmo esse sentimento, que me parece de "vazio" que nossa geração tem?
A falta de sentido dessa vida doideira dessublimada que temos, cheia de prazeres fugazes, e que quando a olhamos, de longe, parece um álbum de fotos bonitas desimportantes, dessas de orkut, não acho que possamos superar com mais pedacinhos de prazer.
Pra mim, o problema é que não somos capazes muitas vezes de fazer as grandes escolhas por nós mesmos. São tantas escolhas aí pra gente, que nunca parece que estamos realmente escolhendo algo que faça um sentido expressivo, que diga o que realmente queremos ser e que tomemos como o centro da nossa biografia...
Sei lá, pra não me sentir assim, tenho tentado me mostrar a mim mesmo o valor das escolhas que faço. O risco é maior, mas... pode ser que encontre em mim mesmo, algum dia, o "sentimento oceânico" de que freud falava, sem precisar recorrer a jesus ou às drogas (não que elas não possam ser ainda assim interessantes, hehe).
Por fim, parabéns pelo texto; dá no que pensar, vejo se volto qualquer dia.
Mas pra mim, passou uma sensação estranha de insatisfação com as próprias escolhas. Será que isso é tão universal? será que essa resignação diante de momentinhos já é capaz de mudar mesmo esse sentimento, que me parece de "vazio" que nossa geração tem?
A falta de sentido dessa vida doideira dessublimada que temos, cheia de prazeres fugazes, e que quando a olhamos, de longe, parece um álbum de fotos bonitas desimportantes, dessas de orkut, não acho que possamos superar com mais pedacinhos de prazer.
Pra mim, o problema é que não somos capazes muitas vezes de fazer as grandes escolhas por nós mesmos. São tantas escolhas aí pra gente, que nunca parece que estamos realmente escolhendo algo que faça um sentido expressivo, que diga o que realmente queremos ser e que tomemos como o centro da nossa biografia...
Sei lá, pra não me sentir assim, tenho tentado me mostrar a mim mesmo o valor das escolhas que faço. O risco é maior, mas... pode ser que encontre em mim mesmo, algum dia, o "sentimento oceânico" de que freud falava, sem precisar recorrer a jesus ou às drogas (não que elas não possam ser ainda assim interessantes, hehe).
Por fim, parabéns pelo texto; dá no que pensar, vejo se volto qualquer dia.
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: Wednesday, December 13, 2006
: Wednesday, December 13, 2006
obrigada. acho que é isso mesmo, das raras escolhas realmente expressivas. quando a gente faz uma dessas, os riscos são estratosféricos. natural que a gente tenha medo, não?
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