Todo o Mundo é um palco: O Limite da Mediocridade Alcançada

Todo o Mundo é um palco: O Limite da Mediocridade Alcançada

Monday

Not all of them, but some Mondays make you feel brand new. That's it. I have been feeling used, misused, abused. And what's left of it?
Nothing.
Not even lessons for not making the same mistake again.
Improving.
That's the word.
I'm always sure it's gonna be better this time.
The worst part of it are the leftovers. A pan here, a book there. The chair, the "armchair".. Oh, what an armchair!
It looks like I was complaining, but now it comes all in such a strong blow.
Memories, most of them good. The thing that always annoys me is that they are so powerful I can't easily forget them.
So nice, so agreeable, the disgust comes later.
OK, I was gonna talk about my actual state of mind.
I'm really feeling useful.
I did a wonderful job last Friday. The thing worked so nice I think I'm gonna have to turn it into a habit.
Talking to different audiences. It is always a challenge and it makes me feel so strong.
To accomplish different tasks. To change moods, places, people.
That's GREAT!
I love it.

Blog da Graça - UOL Blog

Blog da Graça - UOL Blog

Stuck

Yes, I'm stuck here on the other side. I can see things happening. People coming and going, but I'm out, excluded, torn.
Well, if rupture was the thing I was looking for, Here it is.
I was proud, self sufficient, weren't I?
How could anyone be blamed on putting itself away?
Blergh.

King Lear

It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness,
No unchaste action, or dishonoured step,
That hath deprived me of your grace and favour;

But even for want of that for which I am richer,
A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue
As I am glad I have not, though not to have it
Hath lost me in your liking.
King Lear, 1. 1



Self explanatory, I think.
Perhaps I will not understand it in a year or so, but now, it is all I have to say to myself. I don't have any other means to put it in words. I try, but my brain is still. Motionless, astonished...