Meditation night

(A post from July 4 I've discovered on a portuguese blog of mine and translated for you)

After an emotionally full day, I'm meditating this evening. The house is asleep (except for dad) and I press the keyboard carefully, in order not to break the sacred silence. It is the perfect scenario.

I've concluded that all of us (me, you and everyone else) are asleep, sitting, walking slowly, at an average rhythm or running wildly in our lives. Metaphorically, of course. I've also concluded (not now, some time ago) that I switch from sleeping to sitting. No hurries. No passions. Just dreams and ideals. Nothing more.

If you believe in life after death, then you'll live forever and you'll ask yourself: "Why to worry with the present if I have the whole infinity waiting for me?". The answer is quite obvious: the infinity is nothing more than a (infinite) sequence of presents. What keeps you from doing something right now, will probably keep you from doing something every second of that infinity.
If you, just as me, don't believe in such things, then it looks kind of obvious that, if you have a life, you can only live it at its fullest. Do what you love. Run for your passions. Kill for your dreams. Everything else will be a crime: against you, against what you are, against what you could be. The murder of a star, the destruction of a unique master piece - your real "me". Unforgivable.

You were born unique. Be unique. Shine the way only you can do, light up the darkness and guide yourself. Just be. The rest will come for itself.

yours,

millou


P.S - A huge "Thank you" to Tomázia who convinced me that posting this was a good idea :D