My good friend Gustavo Gessullo recently wrote a little absurd allegory flavor that I long for you to translate. I love it.
NO REST, NO NAP, NO BRAKES
Have you ever thought how much time you spend sleeping in life? The other day I was chatting with a friend and he told me that information revealing: if a man lives to age 90, he spent 30 to sleep. That's true. Do the math yourself: by sleeping an average of 8 hours per day for a full month, you've spent 10 days under the covers. There are people who sleep more, some less, but more or less it anyway. 10 days times 12 months it is 120 days a year. Si you reach 90 years, that's 10,800 days of sleep, which gives exactly 29, 58 904 years! Unbelievable.
And then, you're discouraged? You find that in has little to live and sleep a lot? You'll think twice before to stay wrapped in your bed one sunny Saturday morning? Or do you say that the world is already in trouble, both close their eyes to suffer less? Good. So imagine if you knew in advance your due date: imagine a world where people may arise in sleep and wake up only after having slept all years for total of their lives. If I die at 60, I woke up at 20 years. If you die at 50 you, you wake up in mid-adolescence to 16 years. And then you never sleep again, until the eternal sleep.
It's a simple rule of three. Imagine the poor man who wakes up at 5 years. At 15 he is already underground. The guy was not even time to arrive at puberty, he saw his first distress, it explodes like a button and it dies. Or you wake up at 13 and 40 is the end. Properly installed there in your adult life, any one morning, along with your wife and your children, buttering your bread, and suddenly you die. But I feel that life is not like that. Imagine it would be madness. Imagine how it would be available upon waking up. You've opened my eyes, 20, hallucinated by the energy, skin prick you, you're almost want to explode. It is more, this thing to sleep, it's over this history of being tired, endless energy up to 60 years.
7am. The guy takes a bath, goes down a cafe, eats a slice of bread, clean the house, mow the lawn, washing the dishes, take a walk with the dog, called his mother, taking the kids to school, back , took his bicycle, 10 km, jumps into the bath, sing in the shower, goes to work and when he looks at his watch: 9 am! Fuck, dude, it is energy that ending. And it's not like the dude was tired, as if he wanted to go home to relax. No! It is too it! He works like crazy all day, pro-active, he gives his opinion during the meeting, he comes up with new ideas, puts everything before maturity, dines, returns, more energized, alert, hallucinated the whole company, the entire world catches fire. At 6 o'clock in the afternoon he goes to happy hour, overexcited comes home, opens the door and his wife is in the same mood, she sighed so she wants to do something, is busting his head on walls, completely excited. The two go out for dinner, two bottles of wine, they will dance, fucking in the bathroom of the club, come home, more sex, call friends, talk with the whole family on the phone, decided to take the car to go see the sunrise at the beach, swim naked , coconut milk, alligator, took over the highway in the opposite direction. 7am and all over again.
Life would be a continuity intense, frenetic, nonstop, a kind of continuous I-want-all-in-same-time-now. Children in adult bodies shaking the world. Without a nap Sunday afternoon, without down after dinner. Nothing could break the rhythm by accident, disease. So imagine someone who wakes up at 3 years. At age 9, already gone. Plug sticking a child on the 220, 24 hours on 24 for 6 years without interruption. I guess the neighbors comment:
-You 've seen the son of Maria? He just woke up: 3 years.
Oh, my! Pauv'tit, it will go fast one.
They, they are the most deluded of all, their life is madness without end, each day as if it were the last. You look in the night in search of stars and all you would see would be a bunch of teenagers trying to break the sky with their parachutes, screaming, hollering, the adrenaline in the carpet.
Right. I think this world is not for me. I'm not sure I endure the pace. I would go jump off a bridge, I put a bullet in the head. I prefer the world as it is to live quietly, passing from life to sleep, sometimes live longer, sometimes sleeping more, check this balance myself as I feel. If we lose much of our lives asleep, then the better it is to enjoy it while you're awake. And dream. And die without knowing when.
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without rest, nap, WITHOUT BRAKE
Have you ever wondered how long it spends sleeping in life? The other day chatting with a friend of mine, he released me that information revealing: if a man lives to age 90, he spent 30 sleeping. Truth. Do the math yourself, sleeping an average of 8 hours each day for a whole month, you spent 10 days sleeping under the covers. There are people who sleep more, some less, but it's pretty much it right there. 10 days times 12 months are 120 days a year. If you can get to 90, 10,800 days of sleep, giving exactly 29.58904 years! Unbelievable.
And then hit a desperation? Think walks living and sleeping very little? Will think twice before you mess around in bed in a sunny sabadão? Or because the world is a shit, it is best to close the eyes to suffer less? So imagine if you knew its period of validity: Imagine a world where people were born asleep and only wake up when they had slept every year for the total of their lives. If I die in 60 years, I wake up with 20 years of age. You, if I die at 50, wakes up at the height of adolescence: a 16 year old. And then never go to sleep until the day of sleep eternal.
It's a simple rule of three. Imagine the guy who woke up 5 years old. With 15 years already under the ground. The guy misses out or reaches puberty, grew the first spine, it bursts and he dies. Or you wake up at 13 and 40, is the end. Right there in the prime of adulthood, any one morning, with his wife and children, passing the bread and butter once you package. But I think that life would not be so. Imagine what it would be madness. Imagine the willingness with which we would agree. He opened his eyes, 20 years, hallucinated so much energy, until the skin itches, you almost want to explode. No this has more to sleep, none of tired, endless energy up to 60 years.
7:00 am. The guy takes a shower, drops a coffee, eat bread, clean the house, mows the lawn, wash dishes, do cleaning, take the dog for a walk, phoning his mother takes the children to school, back, grab the bike , 10 km, bathing, singing in the shower, go to work and when you look at the clock: 9:00 in the morning! Damn, that energy is not just more my friend. And is not that the subject is tired, wants to get home and put your feet up. No! He's is in the footprint! Works all day as crazy, proactive, offer opinions in a meeting, comes with new ideas, delivering everything before the deadline, eat lunch, come back, even shiver, sparking the whole company, the whole world on fire. 6 pm happy hour goes to come back home pilhadão, opens the door and the woman 's the same way, spitting up so much desire to do something, hitting the wall head, jumping rope. The two go out to dinner, two bottles of wine, mend a ballad, have sex in the bathroom of the club, come home, more sex, they call for friends, talk with your whole family, decide to take the car and see the sunrise on the beach, bath sea naked, coconut water, alligator, take the road back. 7:00 am and all resumes.
Life would be a continuing intense, frenetic, nonstop, a certain want-all-the-same-time-now. Children in adult bodies shaking the world. No naps on a Sunday afternoon, after lunch with no eyelashes. Only one fatality, a disease, could break the uneasy pace. Imagine then who awoke at 3 years of age. At 9, he already was. One child turned in 220 for 24 hours for 6 consecutive years. I imagine the neighborhood commenting
- You saw the son of Mary? He woke up with 3 years old.
- Oh woe, this will soon.
These would be the most deluded of all, a crazy life without end, each day as if it were the last. Would you look at the sky looking for stars and see a bunch of teenagers ripping the sky falling on his parachute, yelling, screaming, adrenaline up.
Yeah, I think this world would not be for me. I swear I would not take the hit. I was going to play bridge, put a bullet in the head. I prefer this same world, living bit by bit, alternating sleep and life, sometimes living longer, sometimes sleeping more, controlling the balance as I see fit. If we lose much of their lives sleeping, so the best thing is to enjoy while we're standing. And dream. And not knowing when to die.
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