“let’s make love. no. let’s make love a simple thing. the simplest thing ever. and then, for a day, for a year, let’s pretend suffering doesn’t exist: because love is simple, life is simple, and living is the simplest and the least painful thing we can do”
One thing that I really, really like about Toronto is the cultural mix. You get on a bus and you listen to several languages and accents. People are also dressed according to their culture so it doesn’t really matter how you’re dressed, how you speak, how you behave. Sometimes, of course, it’s a little hard to accept people sharing their cigarette’s smoke with you, people sneezing on your face, people competing for a place on the train. But, c’mon, let’s not be picky. Toronto has a lot to offer, as does the world with its cultural diversity.
Weather sucks, to be honest. It’s been raining everyday and we never know if it’s hot or cold; besides, air conditioners could be turned off most of the times. Environment friendly, you see. (Hmm, and by “you” I mean any of the 2,001 visitors of this blog. Including myself.)
An aunt of mine told me that, when she feels someone is willing to cause her damage, she imagines a glass cage around her: all the evil will hit the cage and go back to the person who sent it. Is it true? Well, maybe not, or maybe yes, for those who believe in the propagation of all kinds of energy; what is true is that it makes her feel stronger and better. Good for her, and I myself wouldn´t mind trying, too. Trying to imagine the cage, not sending her evil thoughts to see if they would come back to me.
Such things don´t need the evidence of science… if it works for you, who cares what the evidences are?
“It’s very painful to realize that your life has never belonged to yourself and that you were loved only as a promise of what you could become. It’s hard to recover faith in humanity when that happens. All your dreams, all your beliefs, they were never yours. You thought you were not alone, but you were. As alone as you are, now. In the past, you only had the illusion of companionship. When someone’s world ruins like that, it’s very hard to go on. It’s very hard to find strength and references. You look for references and can’t find them. They’re not where they used to be. I search, reach out, but they’re not there. I sometimes dream they’ll be there again, but they won’t. I have to find new references.”
It may still take some time, but she’s been having some useful insights and I believe she‘ll make it.
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