Once... in a big city...lived a little girl who was afraid of every thing and everyone. Her big darkened eyes were always alert for any (un)usual thing. Every simple thing was a big; tremendous problem to her, even go out to buy grousers or even to take a bath, lunch, brush her hair,... Well, in the end, she was petrified of doing anything. She grew up to become a fair young woman, although she hadn't left her childish fear of everything. Surprisingly, she had found a way (don't ask me how) to live a "decent & normal" life as she was relatively successful in her professional life and home life. She was lonely though, as that "way" off disguise her wasn't strong enough to mask her terror for men... and women. Life of this scared girl continue without no unusual thing besides of her usual fears.
One day, because of her job, she had to travel to a very far away place. In another country, in another continent... (to her was the same as another planet or even universe). She was afraid, petrified, terrified for the idea (as expected). Then came the day, the D day, and the girl was white as a dead body. She was shaking, she was having almost a hearth attack and yes she was in panic. When she gain conscious of her self again she was already sited tightly and the plain was about to lift.
The journey was going "well" with her sleeping (can you belive that?!), when something went terribly wrong. The plain crashed, suddenly, without warning, leaving in the impact zone dozens, hundreds of lifeless corpses. In the middle of all that horror was She laing with her bely to the sky, immobilized , in peace.
Then with a blink of eyes, she stood up. She then had a strange and new looking on her eyes. She escaped from almost certain death! She wasn't hurt, not even with a scratch. How could this be?? Lucky?? Divine intervention?? What ever was, she was alive when she was spoused to be dead. Then she saw, that all those years of her scary life, was waisted and now if she had died... yeah if she had died she would never fulfill his wishes.
From that moment on, she faced her fears, step by step, until she was brave enough to jump from rooftop to rooftop. During that time she felted completely free, she started makeup her self, doing shopping,... From a fair and scared woman, arisen a completely new and exuberant woman full off life and feminism to share. She felted so happy, so light headed that she laugh for anything, without care for what the other people might think of her.
She was with such confidence in her self that she would do anything.
Weeks passed by, has the charming new woman was living paradise, when she went to the church to pray for the god (she thought that the most logical explanation for her survival was a divine intervention... what ever) and she noticed that there was a funeral. As she was a good citizen, she approach to feel sorry for the family, also to see the face of the corpse.
She stopped friezed, shocked, as the corpse was her own, staring at her. Smiling.
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Se, para si, a morte é o nada que é tudo ou se considera que é preciso “morrer” para renascer e começar de novo, então, eu entendo a libertação e a paz da “super-girl”. Não acredito, salvo excepções de limite, que a morte liberte ou pacifique. A morte é a negação da vida, pelo menos, da vida terrena e só se encontram a si mesmos na morte os que não têm coragem de viver a vida, os que não têm força e lucidez para procurarem a razão pela qual vivem, os que se esquecem que TODOS temos um papel a cumprir e que a não realização desse papel vai desequilibrar o mundo inteiro e quebrar a harmonia existente, de que só alguns têm consciência. Só se refugiam na morte os perdedores da esperança, os que deixaram de acreditar, os que viram as costas. A morte não arrasta paz e liberdade; impede-nos, isso sim, de sermos livres e de respirarmos e sugarmos a paz, impede-nos de SER. [MO]
Gostei muito! Especialmente do sorriso final.
Um beijo.
Good words.
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