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hj descobri o verdadeiro propsoito da vida!
foi num filme da sessao da tarde que percebi , o filme chama-se Patch Adams. A historia eh de um aluno de medicina , que acreditava que pra ser doutor nao precisava somente ser um medico de casaco branco, mas tb ser prestativo, humilde, carinhoso, alegre e doar seu tempo, seu amor a akeles que nao o possuissem. E que se pode curar pessoas atravez do humor.
Juntamente com varios livros como Poliana e outros que vim lendo descobri que essa eh a formula de ser feliz: ajudar , doar, sem esperar em troca, por que mesmo que vc nao recebe trocas materias vc ganhou algo espiritual e isse algo eh a agratidao, eh a confianca.
Distrubuir o amor tendo como base a hostidade. Se todos nos fisezemos somente aos outros o que lhes iam beneficiar, nao teriamos tantos inimigos, nao teriamos tantas intrigas. Seriamos apenas muito mais felizes, se apenas aceitarmos que para viver uma vida, que preencha o espaco vazio que as vezes encontramos dentro de nos mesmos, eh preciso se doar nem que seja um pouquinho , e amar muito.
com isso conseguimos alcancar a paz interior.
e o proposito da vida eh somente evoluir, e evoluir como pessoas, e somente podemos evoluir se entendermos o que se passa com os outros para que possamos entao ajudarmos a nos mesmos, por que qnado se ajuda alguem, as vezes, a resposta de um problema lhe eh esclarecido.

nao estou querendo mudar a cabeca de ninguem , eh apenas uma ideia que eu tenho e se discordarem ..nao ha problema, afinal o que seria do mundo se pensassemos todos iguais??!!! heheh , ninguem evoluiria...hehehe

somebody told me

i was just talking to a friend on the phone, and she said something that even though i had already realized, i had never taken the time to actually pay atention. she said that we only realize we were happy in the moments that we were, when they ´ve already passed us by, we only find the situation amazing when its already gone. she said how weird it was that we don´t value even the most annoying moment. like when we lived togeteher in usa and we hated somethings we did to eachother, now the moment is over and we didnt charish enough that moment together, no we are unable to share it again, both our lives have taken different paths.
i do think that i enjoyed my most, and the memory that it left in me was not of melancholy as was in her, but it is a memory , a nice sound full memory of joy...
its weird to think that some people see the things right in front of them and dont realize it uintil its gone, it kind o f like the same when somebody u love dies.. same old bulshit: i wish i had told him/her how much i loved him/her....
pathetic us humans to not give value to what matters most in our lives, not money, not material things, but other human beings.
thats it .. just an unorganized thought in my mind

WHEN THINGS COME TOGETHER

spantosamente stupida

How long can u keep an innermost secret
or a busrt of ur self?..how long till u tell someone? a day? an hour? a minute? a second???
is it stupid ,to share ure thoughts about something that is clearly a secrete with someone u judge as a friend? how much can u trust people? and how long till u go crazy with the secret inside of ur self?
no i´m not talking about those that people pass on , and we gain knowlege of .
these u can just forget.. but urs... ur secret
how long, how serious, how much damage ,can this one fact do to ur head???
is it normal to want it to share it with someone ..yes!! human beings were made to live in a community, they wer made to depend upon each other or at least to the enviroment....
but to who do u tell?? and how do u know?if all the friends u have u cant get close???
plus how big is ur thrist to tell people , to how many, when do u get satisfied?
never? rather quicly? if so why ?