Instead of choosing a specific topic I decided to share a text that has been with me for years. Someone e-mailed it to me and I immediately felt that it had everything to due with life and it would give some comfort in different situations. I was told it was written by Shakespeare,a text called "You Learn", but I was never able to confirm that. It is not complete because I have the complete version in Portugueseand I was only able to get this part in English, but I'll translate the rest soon.
After some time you learn the difference, the subtle difference between giving a hand and fettering a soul. And you learn that to love doesn't mean to support yourself, and that company doesn't always mean security.
And you start to accept you lose with your head up and eyes straight ahead, with the grace of a grown-up, not the sadness of a child. And that being flexible doesn't mean you are being weak, or that you don't have a personality, for no matter how delicate and fragil a situation is, there will always be two sides...
You find out that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want to be loved, it doesn't mean that that person doesn't know how to love, and he/she loves you as much as he/she can, because there are people who love you, but simply don't know how to show it...
You learn that maturity is about what kind of experiences you have had, and what you learned from them, not how many birthdays you have celebrated.
You learn to build the roads of today, because tomorrow's land is too unknown to make plans and the future usually falls from nowhere.
You learn that it doesn't matter in how many pieces your heart was broken, the world doesn't stop so you can fix it. But maybe a person does.
And you learn that sometimes, words are completely useless, and a touch says more. And that kisses aren't contracts, and hugs aren't promises. They just are.
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