Friendship's Vision (In a Nutshell)

Let's me take this opportunity to talk a little bit about myself.

Throughout my life, I have been a pretty shy person. When I was younger, I was REALLY shy, I mean...I was actually AFRAID to talk. I was afraid to embarass myself and what other people would think. I just couldn't express myself in almost any way. Even today, I still have some of the effects from that era.

So, because I was afraid to talk, I observed a lot. I listened a lot. My friends, my family, the "cool guys" at school. I analyzed their mannerisms, the way they talked, things that highlighted the speech, that made me think: "hey, he/she is cool". So, I started to adapt those mannerisms to myself, to try to lose my shame and be able to socialize better. And, with that, I started to be nicer person. I felt that my friends were liking me more and made a lot of new friends and that made me really happy. 

I have met a lot of people in my life, mainly because of the Brazil-Japan conflict in my routine. A lot of hellos, a lot of goodbyes...

It is pretty common to have friends and etc. But one day, I heard the phrase "Man, you're my best friend". I was like...OMG, REALLY? The impact that I received was huge. Suddently, I started to feel the meaning of that. When you feel free to talk about anything with that person, even the most ridiculous, bizarre, personal subject, they are gonna be there to hear you, laugh with you and to criticize you...and you're gonna be happy about it!

Well, after this I got a lot more of "best friends" that I love so much and miss. Sadly, most of them are in Brazil, and it hurt when I left them all in 2012. Since then, I just found one person that made me feel the same way, but...lately I'm not feeling the same for that person...A couple of weeks ago I started to think about our situation and started to feel far away of him. I no longer felt confortable to tell him all about my feelings and etc. I started to feel a little lonely and missing a true friend.

But a couple of days ago, I heard "You're my best friend" once again. I gained that day.I considered that person my best friend too since last month. I was REALLY happy, knowing that I have a real friend that I can count on and trust, that will laugh at my disgrace with me and confort me on my times of trouble and vice versa. I just can't describe more here...It is just amazing. In my mind this was going to get a lot longer, hahaha. But friendship is just like love, we can't just describe it. You live it, you feel it, you make it.

Since I failed miserably on the details of my feelings, next time I will post a shameful story of my life :D See ya!

An Appeal for Dance

Let's talk about dance a little bit, shall we?

What is dance, anyway? Some might say "oh, it's an amount of movements that, combined, form a choreography for a song, following it's rythm". Others might not even talk about it, due their shame on dancing in public. There is a lot of representations of dance for everyone. 

What do you feel when you dance? Dance itself is an art, a beautiful art, where you don't just move your body around in a certain rythm, but you express yourself, your emotions. You can feel your freedom, like there is no limits for what you can do. Dance is like chemistry, where you can mix different things to form something completely new. There, your creativity can go to places never before visited, or you can even improve what has already been created.

Since antiquity, dance was used, like I have already said, used to express people's emotions, being one of the three main performing arts, beside music and theatre. It was used on the worship of gods and was vinculated to olimpic games. Through history, dance was changing it's artistic values, adapting itsef for the new eras that were passing through.

The entertainment industry embraced it, using it in every kind of product that can be shown to people. Movies, plays, shows, cartoons, commercials, etc.
Commercials are a very important vehicle for the transmission of a merchandise with dance in it, because dance can have such an impact on people, triggering even if only a little bit of interest.

For those who enjoy the act of dance, when they do it, it's like...well...it is the paradise, they close their eyes and their body spek for themselves. When you do it with other people, is even better. Watching each other "go", sharing the same feeling by expressing it with your whole body, and the smile that comes after the song is over is the best. The feeling of accomplishment is umbeliavable. Let's not forget that it is good a good exercise too!

So, if you are part of the group of people that I described on the beggining of the text, the ones that are ashamed of dancing, please, try doing it, at least once. You NEED the feel those sensations at least once. Everyone will judge you on every side, but it doesn't matter if there are negative critics, because what does matter is the confort that you are going to feel during your routine, and your good vibes are certainly going to influenciate others to "shake their thing" and open their mind to new horizons.

A thought about the meaning of life...after it

Today was a pretty boring day. I had nothing to do except play the computer all day. Then I remembered that I was cheating on my diet, so I decided to take a ride on my bike.

I took the way for my friend's house because it was a straight street and I love to go really fast on a bike. The wind was cold, but smooth. The traffic was monotonous and there were pratically no one walking on the sidewalk. I was getting close to my friend's house when I saw the cemetary on the corner. Just passed through it. I never put much interest in japan's cemetary anyway. It is always empty, small and, of course, I can't read the names on the tombstones.

After some time, I was getting tired. My legs were starting to burn, for I was pedalling really hard. Finally getting rid of that fat, hehe. I decided to go home, but first, I would pass in front my friend's house to see if she would be visible. Well, she wasn't, and I decided that I would not disturb her (it was pretty late already). Then I passed in front of the cemetary again, but this time, it was a little bit different. The twilight on that scenario was pretty flashy. The sakura trees were all full, but the floor was full of their blossoms. The wind was weak, but it was filling the area with the sentiment that a place like that has.

I pulled over my bike and slowly started to walk towards the hall between the tombstones. My legs suddently started to feel funny, the wind got a little stronger and a strange smell of cherry and death filled my mind. While I was walking, I was thinking about all those people on my left, all those people on my right...buried forever. What are their stories? What did they do in their lifetime? How did it end? What are the stories of their families? Will I ever know? Of course not... But it's a pretty interesting thought. The meaning of life, which is a huge question for us that are still breathing, means nothing more for those who are not with us anymore...Or maybe, they found out the answer? Wouldn't that be awesome?

But what did they see? How did they achieve it? What did all they think? If you expect me to give you any answers by the end of this text, you better stop reading. I want you to ruminate about this.

While I was walking next to the corpses's lair, wondering about all the exotic stories about other people's lifes, I realized that it was the same thing when I am walking on the street, passing by houses, apartments, etc. There are people living there, there are families living there, their living room is different  than yours, just like their lifes. Woldn't like to see what it looks like? The sofa may be bigger, the TV may be smaller, the carpet may feel different, just like how many great moments have happenned on that room? How many times did that family read a book on that sofa? How many movies did that family enjoy together? How many times the carpet was a place for a good little fight between a dog and it's owner? And all of this and much more could be happening by the time hat you pass in front of that house.

But that does not happen on the tombstones...

Their life ended, those moments were gone. And that is a really big thing to analyze. What happens after you go away? What will people say about you? What is your existance going to influence in the future? It's pretty sad that I will never know what those people's lifes were like, because eventually, no one will know. Time does not stop. New generations are coming. All those moments...those beautiful moments are going to be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Think about it. Do you know about your great-great-great-grandpa's story?
I don't wanna make anyone sad...but you are going to be forgotten, but we already are forgotten during our lifetime too, right? The thing is that things happened. Things always happen. I started to wonder, what if everyone's life were told in a book? Oh my God, wouldn't that be awesome? Thousands of millions of different stories to enjoy...

At this point, I was on the end of the hall. I bowed in respect. And then I thought...Why did I bow in front of people who don't even know that I am thinking about them? Why do we feel that the dead deserve respect?
It doesn't matter for them anymore. What should we care about? We are going to die anyway too...Oh no...Then life has no meaning?

Well, we need to calm down. Of course it has a meaning. Maybe just because we think, we feel. Maybe the meaning of life is to simply live it. Live it with all you can, do whatever you want with it, enjoy it. When you go away, your presence will still be felt by some people. You story will have effect on who made part of it. And even when you be forgotten, your life essence will still be felt by the ones who show respect in front of your tombstone.

I started to go back to my bike, it was getting dark. I turned in front of the entrance and bowed again. At the end, I bowed. With that, I think, I bowed at the end, praising the life of others, feeling the comprehension of the end of the line, feeling good and firm again.I bowed during my visit, showing respect by the other people's lifes...But I never bowed at the beggining of my entrance...Why? Maybe I just forgot...Or maybe it's because we don't ask to be on this world. We just enter it, with no expectations, with no goals. We enter it with a pure soul, ready to absorve everything that life can offer us.

I went home with a renewed thought of why should I keep living, I expected the next day with excitement and curiosity. What will be my book's next chapter? And what is your book's chapter, dear reader? Maybe I will know, maybe never...but I expect that it will be full of great adventures, happiness and joy, just like I want mine to be remembered when I go to rest for eternity.