Afinal em que é que ficamos?

Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter, working its way into your heart.

It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

(...)Neil Gaiman

...On the other hand...

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all.

People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing.

People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous.

How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel?

Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters.

Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality.

(...)Jim Morrison

Porque tu até gostaste deste post e porque se eu aqui o pus antes é porque também gosto bastante dele, porque nem só de palermices vai ser feito este blog nem é feita a minha cabeça, porque tudo isto é suposto ser um pouco de mim e eu sou assim... nem tudo idiotices, nem tudo muito sério e profundo, mas, acima de tudo, porque hoje me apeteceu bastante... aqui está ele novamente e, desta vez, para ficar. ;)