Only as high as I reach can I grow,

Only as far as I seek can I go,

Only as deep as I look can I see,

Only as much as I dream can I be.

Karen Ravn

Inverno

Frio,
Melancólico,
Sem brio,
Monocórdico,
Chuvoso,
Cinzento,
Desastroso,
Com vento,
Amnésico,
Solitário,
Contido,
Contrário,
Sem sentido,
Entediante,
Cinésico,
Possante,
Trépido,
Enfadonho,
Insípido,
Sem sonho...

o Inverno é tudo aquilo que nós não devemos ser...e é por isso que me agrada cada vez menos!

Bloqueio de estudo

Quando os escritores não encontram inspiração pa escrever, costuma dizer-se que estão num bloqueio criativo ou num bloqueio de escrita... O meu problema é outro. Como sou estudante não "sofro" de bloqueio criativo, mas de bloqueio "activo" - bloqueio de estudo.

A vontade de estudar até a tenho, mas o medo de não ir a tempo e de não ver o esforço recompensado...impede-me de tentar e o resultado é procrastinar, procrastinar e procrastinar até não poder mais...mas aparentemente, pode-se sempre mais!

Este desabafo que aqui escrevo é mais uma prova daquilo que disse acima, mas é também uma tentativa de sair deste ciclo vicioso.

Caso sejas estudante, aconselho-te vivamente que não incorras no mesmo erro que eu e, decididamente, "não deixes para amanhã o que podes fazer hoje"!

The greatest difficulty with the world is not its ability to produce, but the unwillingness to share.
Roy L. Smith

To teach is to truely inspire...

If

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

P.S. o poema mais brilhante que eu alguma vez li..

Living up to the expectations...
doesn't come as easy as you'd think it would.
So you better get down to the business
And work as hard as you possibliy can...
And never stop...don't you ever stop for even a minute!
Until you achieve all your goals..and make a name for yourself!