I counted my years and
discovered that I have fewer years left to live compared to the time I have
lived until now.
I feel like that kid
who won a package of goodies: the first ate them eagerly, but when he perceived
that there were few, he began to savour them deeply.
I have no time for
endless meetings where discuss statutes, rules, procedures and regulations,
knowing that it will not achieve anything.
I have no time to
withstand ridiculous people who, despite their chronological age have not
grown.
I don’t have time to
deal with mediocrity.
I do not want to be in
meetings where parade inflated egos.
I won’t tolerate
manipulators and opportunists.
Bother me envious,
seeking to discredit the most able, to usurp their places, talents and
achievements.
I detest people who do
not argue about content but titles.
My time is too precious
to discuss titles.
I want the essence, my
soul is in a hurry. Not many treats are left in the packet.
I want to live among
human people, very human. People, who can laugh at their mistakes.
Who do not become full
of themselves because of their triumphs.
Who do not consider
themselves elite, before they have really become one.
Who do not run away
from their responsibilities.
Who defend human
dignity.
Who do not want
anything else but to walk along with truth, righteousness, honesty and
integrity.
The essential thing is
what makes life worthwhile.
I want to surround
myself with people who can touch the hearts of others.
People who despite the
hard knockouts of life, grew up with a soft touch in their soul.
Yes, I am in a hurry.
So that I can live with the intensity, which only maturity can give me.
I intend not to waste
any of the treats I have left. I am sure they will be more exquisite compared
to the ones I have eaten so far.
My goal is to reach the
end satisfied and at peace with my loved ones and my conscience.
I hope yours is the
same, because the end will come anyway…
(Picture: The man, Odilon Redon)
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