sexta-feira, 19 de março de 2010

o rasta e o bebado ( no parque com lennart)

couch surfing em hamburg, vou com lennart dar uma volta em sternschanze, uma area que esta mudando de super alternativa para chique e cara. "logo logo vai ter um adidas store ao inves de restaurantes turcos" diz lennart.

compramos sorvetes e vamos curtir esse dia que indica a chegada da primavera apos tao intenso inverno. Nos sentamos em um banco ao sol que brilha gostoso atraves das nuvens que ainda resistem.

ha varios grupos de pessoas conversando e disfrutando da temperatura amena. um rasta com tunica branca e chapeu militar faz preces ao sol. depois de um tempo ele chega ate nos e comeca a falar-nos algumas verdades sobre a vida. Reflexoes positivas sobre o caminhar.

vendo um bebe que da seus primeiros passos caminhando ao nosso lado diz: it´s beautiful to be small. no worries, no pretending, just being. He´ll have such a good life if nobody spoils him.

um homem totalmente bebado senta tambem ao nosso lado e tenta articular algumas palavras como quem quer participar da conversa. O rasta fala sobre ele abertamente, dizendo que vive na escuridao. "I see you are on the path, you two. you can see. that´s why I come talk to you. But him (o bebado), he sees nothing. he´s just there. no point talking to who does not want to listen. E fala mais algumas coisas no sentido de que cada um faz suas escolhas e nao podemos ajudar quem nao quer ser ajudado.

fala algumas dessas coisas com uma cara seria, olhando profundamente nos olhos de lennart, bem de perto.

o bebado se aproxima do rasta e tenta tocar uma faixa que esta pendurada em sua cintura. o rasta desvia e fala rigidamente: sit down! you sit down there and be quiet!!!

o bebado se senta.

"isso aqui é o inferno" diz, e enquanto passa a mao varias vezes a sua frente, por seu centro, de uma maneira bem fluida, acrescenta: "mas o paraiso esta aqui! podemos viver o paraiso em qualquer lugar. so depende de nos".

O rasta vai conversar com um conhecido que chegou.O Sol desaparece por tras de um edificio. A temperatura desce.

Gratidao Rasta, por compartilhar.

quarta-feira, 17 de março de 2010

A (not so) strange man

Once upon a time there was a man. He grew up in a big city, in a pretty normal family, with a pretty normal life. He went to school, played with his friends, fought with his brothers and didn’t like to do his homework. Nothing so far from normal.

But as he finished school and started to have to make his own decisions for life, things got a bit out of what we call normal. While his friends were choosing their careers and whatever else they wanted for their lives, he didn’t really know what he wanted to do. He knew one thing alright: he knew he wanted to get out there and see the world. But being a normal person in a normal city, having a normal family, to do that, he would have to have a normal life with a normal job so that he could, if he was lucky, go once in a while to see bits and pieces of his or other countries of the world he lives in.

For him, this normal way of life seemed all too weird. So he decided he would do things his own way, not really knowing what he was getting himself into.

Living in this normal world, if you do things that are not normal, people will think you are strange and that there’s something wrong with it. And besides, it can be very hard to do not normal things in a normal world. But he didn’t care and he just went on with his plans to follow this strange feeling he had deep inside.

And so he found ways to get around and see the world and do his thing. Of course, he had to go somewhere in between normal and his own way because, after all, he still was in this normal world with normal people and normal ways of doing things. So he went around doing what he had to do to follow his dreams – being normal and something else at the same time.

At times more normal, and other times just himself, sometimes it was really easy. But other times it was really hard. He would get lost, confused and sometimes even sucked in the normal way of being, which at times made him feel really sad. But that thing, that deep feeling he had inside was so strong that it just made him keep going and along the way, this man met more and more people like him. People who couldn’t just be normal simply because everyone else is.

Along the way he also learnt magic things that would help him doing what he had to do. It turned out that one of the most powerful magic things he learnt was also one of the simplest. It is so simple it can be expressed in just one word: gratitude. But actually, the most effective way of using this magic is not even using one word. All it takes is to feel it. Simply by concentrating and feeling gratitude for all that is.

The man noticed that the more he used this magic, the more powerful it would get. So he just connected with that feeling from the smallest, simplest to the greatest things in his life. And he learnt that if he used this magic of simply feeling gratitude for things he didn’t like in his life, that’s when the magic would surprise him, seeming more like a miracle. So whenever he was having a hard time to get what he wanted or if things he didn’t like were happening to him, or if he was just feeling bad or sad – if, in those difficult moments, he managed to connect with that feeling of gratitude inside himself, feeling it in his whole body, his whole being, the magic would be so amazing, so strong, so effective that things would start changing and flowing just as they are meant to be.

He then understood that to feel grateful is to accept that everything is perfect, even when it doesn’t seem to be. And when you accept that everything is perfect, that’s what you get.

In (perfect) gratitude