Trem da Vida…

Life is like a train journey
Some time ago, I read a book that compared life to a train journey, a very worthwhile read

Our life is like a train journey, full of shipments and landings of small accidents along the way, of pleasant surprises with some shipments and sorrows with some landings.
When we are born, the moment we departed on this train, we found two people that we believe will make the trip with us till the end: our parents. It is not true. Unfortunately, in some station they land, leaving us orphans of their caring, protection, love and affection. But that does not prevent that during the journey, interesting people is boarding who will be special for us: our brothers, friends and lovers.
Many people take this train journey. Others make that journey only experiencing sorrows. And in the train there are also others passing from wagon to wagon, ready to help those in need. Many land, leaving an eternal longing, many others travel on the train in such a way that when they vacate their seats, nobody even notices it.
Odd thing is to consider that some passengers we hold so dear, accommodate themselves in different wagons from us. This forces us to make this trip apart from them. But that does not stop us, only with great difficulty, we cross our wagon and arrive at them.
The difficult thing is to accept that we can’t sit next to them because someone else
already occupied that place. This trip is like this: full of abuses, dreams, fantasies, waits,
arrivals and departures. We know that this train will never return. Let us make this trip in the best possible way, trying to keep a good relationship with everyone, seeking what each one has to offer, remembering that at some stage the path may fail, and probably we will need understand that. Ourselves weakening sometimes, and certainly, someone will understand us. The great mystery is that we don’t know in which stop we will go down. And I wonder, when I get off this train will I miss this? Yes!! Leaving my children to travel alone will be very sad; separating myself from friends I made on it, the love of my life, will be painful for me. But I hold on the hope that, at some point, I will be at the main station, and I will have the thrill of seeing them coming up with their luggage, the luggage that they had not when they embarked. And what will make me happy is knowing that somehow, I collaborated so that this baggage has grown and become invaluable. Now, at this moment, the train slows down for embarking and disembarking people. My expectation increases, as the train decreases its speed… Who will come? Who will leave? I would like you to think on a landing train, not only as a representation of death, but also as end of a story, something that two or more people have built and that, at for a minimal reason they let it collapse. Glad to realize that certain persons like us, have the ability to rebuilding it from the start. This is a sign of determination and struggle, is knowing how to live, you get the best of “all passengers”. Thank you so much for being part of my journey, and though our seats are not side by side, for sure, the wagon is the same.

Anúncios

Vida é luz!!!

Alexandra Ribeiro - Braga- Portugal

Alexandra Ribeiro – Braga- Portugal

VIDA É LUZ!!! (Life is Light)

Alexandra Ribeiro - Braga- Portugal

Alexandra Ribeiro – Braga- Portugal

TAL COMO AS LUZES DA RUA PODE BRILHAR (As the street lights, Life may shine)

Alexandra Ribeiro - Braga- Portugal

Alexandra Ribeiro – Braga- Portugal

BASTA ESTAR ATENTO AOS PEQUENOS DETALHES E SORRIR!!!
(Just be aware to small details and SMILE!)

Nelson Mandela – Amor Comum

“Ninguém nasce odiando outra pessoa pela cor da sua pele, pela sua origem ou pela sua religião. Para odiar, as pessoas precisam aprender, e se podem aprender a odiar, podem ser ensinadas a AMAR, pois o amor chega mais naturalmente ao coração humano do que o seu oposto.~ No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite. Nelson Mandela

O mar quer beijar a costa dourada
A luz do sol aquece sua pele
Toda a beleza que antes se perdeu, deseja encontrar-nos novamente
Eu não posso mais lutar consigo, é por si que eu estou a lutar
O mar atira rochas junto, mas o tempo deixa-nos pedras polidas
Nós não podemos cair mais
Se não podemos sentir o amor comum
E nós não podemos alcançar algo superior,
Se não podemos lidar com o amor comum
Os pássaros voam alto no céu de verão e repousam na brisa.
O mesmo vento irá cuidar de você e de mim
Nós construiremos a nossa casa nas árvores.
O seu coração está na minha manga
Você colocou-o lá com a varinha mágica?
Durante anos eu acreditei que o mundo não podia lavá-lo
Porque…
Nós não podemos cair mais
Se não podemos sentir o amor comum
E nós não podemos alcançar algo superior
Somos resistentes o suficiente para o amor comum?
Não podemos cair ainda mais, se
Nós não podemos sentir o amor comum
E nós não podemos alcançar algo superior,
Se não podemos lidar com o amor comum

Hiperligação

“Esta é uma história sobre quatro pessoas chamadas Todo Mundo, Alguém, Qualquer Um, e Ninguém. Havia um importante trabalho a ser feito e Todo Mundo tinha certeza de que Alguém o faria. Qualquer Um poderia ter feito isso, mas Ninguém o fez. Alguém zangou-se com isso porque era o trabalho de todos. Todo Mundo pensou que Qualquer Um poderia fazê-lo, mas Ninguém percebeu que Todo Mundo não faria isso. Acabou por Todo Mundo culpar Alguém quando Ninguém fez o que Qualquer Um poderia ter feito. A melhor maneira de criar esperança é criar oportunidades. “

Não assista passivamente, seja ativo!!!
(Don’t watch passively, be active!)