O medo de sentir as oportunidades diminuirem enquanto a idade avança.
O medo de sentir as oportunidades diminuirem enquanto a idade avança.
What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.
—Carl Sagan, Cosmos: A Personal Voyage, 1980
Forever – is composed of Nows –
‘Tis not a different time –
Except for Infiniteness –
And Latitude of Home –
From this – experienced Here –
Remove the Dates – to These –
Let Months dissolve in further Months –
And Years – exhale in Years –
Without Debate – or Pause –
Or Celebrated Days –
No different Our Years would be
From Anno Dominies –
—Emily Dickinson (via Poetry Foundation)
When you’re younger, it’s easy to underestimate how fleeting the days can be. Each choice matters. Each day matters.
When you’re older, it’s easy to underestimate how much opportunity you still have. Don’t talk yourself out of it. It’s never too late to start.
—James Clear, 3-2-1
Não Esperes Demasiado do Fim do Mundo (2023), de Radu Jude.