This is my last post. I’m not writing, posting, taking pictures anymore. No online social media exposure. No more Facebook, Orkut, MSN or any other type of social media network. I will keep all to myself from now on. Hope everyone have a good life. Merry Christmas. And I wish that in 2012 life be kind to me.
Inicio: 09/11/2011 Fim: 09/11/2011
Durante esse trânsito, precisaremos nos esforçar para conciliar aspectos conflitantes da nossa vida – tais como as tarefas domésticas e as obrigações profissionais, aspectos conscientes ou inconscientes da personalidade, mente e coração. Estaremos cheios de energia e poderemos realizar muitas coisas. Mas, para que nossa vida transcorra com tranquilidade, teremos que harmonizar esses interesses antagônicos.
Missing someone isn’t about how long it has been since you have seen them or the amount of time since you’ve talked. It’s about that very moment when you’re doing something and you wish that they were right there with you!!
Nem tudo que escrevo aqui é composto de ironia, piada ou ofensa. Tenho um coração e quero ser amada.
After a trauma, your body is at its most vulnerable. Response time is critical. So you’re suddenly surrounded by people—doctors, nurses, specialists, technicians. Everyone pushing for the finish line. Putting you back together again, and once it’s over, the real healing begins. It’s called recovery. Recovery is not a team sport. It’s a solitary distance run. It’s long. It’s exhausting. And it’s lonely as hell.
The length of your recovery is determined by the extent of your injuries. And it’s not always successful. No matter how hard we work at it. Some wounds might never fully heal. You might have to adjust to a whole new way of living. Things may have changed too radically to ever go back to what they were. You might not even recognize yourself. It’s like you haven’t recovered anything at all. You’re a whole new person with a whole new life.
There is nothing more important. They’re the ones who show up when we are in trouble. The ones who push us to succeed. The ones who help keep our secrets. But what of those who have no family to rely on? What happens to those poor souls who have no loved ones to help them in their hour of need? Well, most learn to walk life’s road by themselves. But a sad few of us, simply stop trying.
