22/06/2024
I counted my years and realized that I have less time left to live than I have lived so far.
I feel like that little boy who won a bag of candies: he devoured the first ones greedily but when he noticed that he had a few left, he began to taste them with deep pleasure.
I no longer have time for endless meetings where statutes, norms, procedures and internal regulations are discussed, knowing that no one will get anywhere.
I no longer have time to put up with absurd people who, despite their chronological age, have not grown up.
I don't have time to argue with mediocrity anymore.
I don't want to be in gatherings where inflated egos parade around. I do not tolerate manipulatives and opportunists.
I am disturbed by jealousy and those who try to underestimate the most capable in order to appropriate their position, their talent and their achievements.
I hate to witness the defects that the battle for a great office breeds.
People don't talk about content anymore. – They laboriously discuss the headline.
My time is short to discuss titles, headings. I want the essence, my soul is in a hurry. I have a few candies left in the bag.
I want to live next to persons with a human nature:
Where they can laugh at their mistakes.
Who do not boast of their triumph.
Who do not consider themselves chosen, before their time.
Who do not avoid their responsibilities.
Who defend human dignity and who only wish to march together with truth and honesty.
The essential is what is worthwhile in life.
I want to be surrounded by people who know how to touch people's hearts.
People whom the hard knocks of life taught how to grow with gentle touches to the soul.
Yes, I'm in a hurry, but only to live with the intensity that only maturity can give you.
I intend that none of my remaining candies go to waste.
I'm sure some will be tastier than the ones I've already eaten.
My purpose is to reach the end satisfied and at peace with my conscience and my loved ones...”
-Mario de Andrade (1893-1945) – Poet, writer, essayist
