Centímetros

Mas mais que a vontade da pele a reinvindicar o toque, como quem chama e instiga o outro, quero a palavra.

Quero-a porque dá-la a alguém é jurar-lhe que o tempo não engole a promessa.

É a única forma de dar mais todos os dias, quando se crê já se ter oferecido tudo. Quase como quem explora evasivamente uma mina para lhe extrair o melhor em bruto.

E sem subterfúgios, admitir que exijam o mesmo. Nem mais nem menos. Apenas na medida em que o apoio em bicos de pés seja a solução, porque de todas, é a única que dá o que começa a fugir de alcance.

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Mitch: Weren’t you afraid to grow old?

Morrie: Mitch, I embrace aging.

Mitch: Embrace it?

Morrie: It’s very simple. As you grow, you learn more. If you stayed at twenty-two, you’d always be as ignorant as you were at twenty-two. Aging is not just decay, you know. It’s more than the negative that you’re going to die, it’s also the positive that you live a better life because of it.   

Mitch: Yes. But if aging were so valuable, why do people always say, "Oh if I were young again." You never hear people say, "I wish I were sixty-five."

Morrie: You know what that reflects? Unsatisfied lives. Unfulfilled lives. Lives that haven’t found meaning. Because if you’ve found meaning in your life, you don’t want to go back. You want to go forward. You want to see more, do more. You can’t wait until sixty-five.

in Tuesdays with Morrie