Pois é, não deu
Deixa assim como está sereno
Pois é de Deus
Tudo aquilo que não se pode ver
E ao amanhã a gente não diz
E ao coração que teima em bater
Avisa que é de se entregar o viver
― Los Hermanos (via lovesavesaday)
E a vida é feita de escolhas, certo? Então, eu escolho ser feliz. Escolho estar ao lado de quem me faz bem. De quem me quer bem. Escolho afetos. Escolho um amor sem embustes, sem mentiras, sem dor. Porque amor tem que ser leve, tem que ser recíproco, tem que ser a dois.
Sempre pensei que todo mundo tem uma missão. Ninguém vive por viver, nasce por nascer, morre por morrer. Você tem uma missão e deve tentar cumprir tudo o que “está escrito” da melhor forma possível. Mas a gente não sabe o que está escrito. Temos que tentar adivinhar todo o santo dia. É por isso que existe a intuição: ela nos leva para onde devemos ir. É por isso que a gente deve seguir o que o coração diz: ele sempre está certo.
What love means to a 4-8 year old.

Slow down for three minutes to read this. It is so worth it. 

Touching words from the mouth of babes…

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, 

“What does love mean?” 

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined

See what you think:

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore… So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” (Rebecca - age 8)

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” (Billy - age 4)

“‘Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” (Karl - age 5)

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” (Chrissy - age 6)

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” (Terri - age 4)

“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” (Danny - age 7)

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.” (Emily - age 8)

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents. And listen.” (Bobby - age 7 (Wow!))

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.” (Nikka - age 6. We need a few million more Nikka’s on this planet) 

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it

everyday…” (Noelle - age 7)

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” (Tommy - age 6)

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” (Cindy - age 8)

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” (Clare - age 6)

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” (Elaine-age 5)

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.” (Chris - age 7)

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” (Mary Ann - age 4)

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” (Lauren - age 4)

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” (what an image… Karen - age 7)

“‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross…” (Mark - age 6)

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it , you should say it a lot. People forget.” (Jessica - age 8)

And the final one!

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. 

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there… 

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said: “Nothing , I just helped him cry…”

Que o sol a brilhar nas manhãs chuvosas tenha força para radiar os corações cinzas…
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