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Closing Cycles

One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.
Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.
Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.
You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister.
Everyone is finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.
Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.
That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.
Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.
Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.
Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.
Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.”
Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back.
Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need.
This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.
Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life.
Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.
Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.

Paulo Coelho

"Apaixone-se por alguém que te curte, que te espere, que te compreenda mesmo na loucura, por alguém que te ajude, que te guie, que seja teu apoio, tua esperança. Apaixone-se por alguém que volte para conversar com você depois de uma briga, depois do desencontro. Apaixone-se por alguém que sente sua falta e que queria estar com você. Não se apaixone apenas por um corpo ou por um rosto ou pela idéia de estar apaixonado."

"She believes in love and romance. She believes her life is going to be transformed into something wonderful and exciting. She has hopes and fears, just like anyone. Sometimes she feels frightened. Sometimes she feels unloved. Sometimes she feels she will never gain approval from those people who are most important to her. But she’s brave, and goodhearted and faces her life head on."

— Can You Keep a Secret? - Sophie Kinsella

Love Letter

I would LOVE to receive a love letter in his own handwriting, like I did once, it would be the best gift he could give me and I'd keep it with me untill the last day of my life, wishing that as well as my love memories of him, its perfume never fade away.

 

"Letter to a Lost Love"

What to do when you want to talk and not have anyone to listen? When the friends are too busy to listen you? It is once again, I write, I try to pencil and paper Wrote another letter, which I will not send you. Now! what remains is empty! This longing, this desire to have, what I can not have. What folly! This suffering, which extends to every call (ring) of the phone, Loneliness that never ending. Cracks that nothing can fill, Empty, that nothing can fill, How much pain, untill to get me confuse Now I know that love and pain go together. Tears flow from the heart, and wets my face Every time that your memory comes in me. Tears you can not see! Suffering that you have not seen. And now I feel so abandoned, so alone. ? And where are you? Surely you are in the arms of someone else. I do not know if anyone will be able to love you like me. how much I miss you!? I miss of the dream not dreamed,a love that existed and was not performed, I wanted so much to hear your voice again. your voice saying "stay with me." But these words are mine. Actually I'm here. Begging for you ... For a little bit of you. I don´t know if I will make my desires of seeing you again become true another time It is, at least in my dreams I have you. I thought of some things to say: So love, I will summarize: I will never forget you, because I loved you and still love you.

Soledad !!

"If only you could see the tears in the world you left behind If only you could heal my heart just one more time. Even when I close my eyes there's an image of your face, and once again I come to realize You're a loss I can't replace Soledad !! It's a keeping for the lonely since the day that you were gone Why did you leave me Soledad In my heart you were the only And your memory lives on Why did you leave me Soledad !!"

Definitivo

Definitivo, como tudo o que é simples.
Nossa dor não advém das coisas vividas,
mas das coisas que foram sonhadas e não se cumpriram.

Sofremos por quê? Porque automaticamente esquecemos
o que foi desfrutado e passamos a sofrer pelas nossas projeções
irrealizadas, por todas as cidades que gostaríamos de ter conhecido ao lado
do nosso amor e não conhecemos, por todos os filhos que gostaríamos de ter
tido junto e não tivemos,por todos os shows e livros e silêncios que
gostaríamos de ter compartilhado,
e não compartilhamos.
Por todos os beijos cancelados, pela eternidade.

Sofremos não porque nosso trabalho é desgastante e paga pouco, mas por todas
as horas livres que deixamos de ter para ir ao cinema, para conversar com um
amigo, para nadar, para namorar.

Sofremos não porque nossa mãe é impaciente conosco, mas por todos os
momentos em que poderíamos estar confidenciando a ela nossas mais profundas
angústias se ela estivesse interessada em nos compreender.

Sofremos não porque nosso time perdeu, mas pela euforia sufocada.

Sofremos não porque envelhecemos, mas porque o futuro está sendo
confiscado de nós, impedindo assim que mil aventuras nos aconteçam,
todas aquelas com as quais sonhamos e nunca chegamos a experimentar.

Por que sofremos tanto por amor?
O certo seria a gente não sofrer, apenas agradecer por termos conhecido uma
pessoa tão bacana, que gerou em nós um sentimento intenso e que nos fez
companhia por um tempo razoável,um tempo feliz.

Como aliviar a dor do que não foi vivido? A resposta é simples como um
verso:

Se iludindo menos e vivendo mais!!!
A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço de que o desperdício da vida
está no amor que não damos, nas forças que não usamos,
na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca, e que, esquivando-se do
sofrimento,perdemos também a felicidade.

A dor é inevitável.
O sofrimento é opcional...

Carlos Drummond de Andrade