Body scars

Everything started when he was riding a bike and collapsed on the floor. Funny story because his friends, same age, around 6 years old, ran away screaming, looking for help, and the injuried and bleeding kid was left alone on the floor. Can you believe in a such bizarre situation?!?! The outcome of that was the kid hitchhiking on the street. Fortunately, he quickly got a lift to a 10 minutes distance hospital. The scar is a little bit under his waist. His next scar happened when he was 21 years old in a car accident. Two crossing cars. One of them had to stop but... Bang! The car was upside down and he had half body unconscious outside the car. After that, one week in the hospital in the observation room. Where is the remarkable scar? Just the left clavicula broken... Then, by 29 years old when he fell off the stairs. He went to the emergency at the hospital, showed his health insurance policy number and asked for assistance. So, another scar on the chin. At 32, he breaks his finger when falling down in a snowy day. All these marks and scars are nothing because many others will come! People say they make you weaker or stronger. Anyway, you have to remember that every, but every body has a different history and social background. Sometimes, it seems a reality apart from your own. And everyone has own scars, who hasn't... However, there are two different marks or scars: body scars or life scars. Do you know the difference? Life scars are imaterials, intagibles. Marks that will psychologically shock you. And even worse because you are the only one who can notice and feel them. Body scars bring both at the same time: the history and the "karma". But at the same time they are your "life" marks because can also remind you how strong you were and are. The body speaks. Try to listen to it...

Giving up

Have you ever consider of giving up something in your life? If not, maybe you should watch a movie called "Into the wild" directed by Sean Penn. It´s based on the life story of Christopher McCandless. It´s a lesson of life, although sad. This boy had recently graduated, however, he didn´t feel ready for a "material" life, despite the fact he had all means for that. What happens, then? He suddenly dissapears from his friends and family´s lives and starts hitch hiking into north! To be more precise, into Alaska, thus he starts his journey by leaving away his car in a flood area and burning his last dollar bills! It´s all about independence and self-discovery. The funny part is that the movie just reminded me about one of my own life experiences. I guess I was about 16 years old and wanted to have my "own" journey... At that time I was living in Brasilia, capital of Brazil, and wanted to go away, however, not too wild as in the movie. One weekend would be enough for me. I grabbed a map, closed my eyes and pointed to the first spot my finger reached. The place was called "Alto Paraíso", which is "Paradise High" literally translating into in English. I thought: "That´s a good start!". So, I packed my bag, sleeping bag, etc, and took a bus to Paradise High. My first challenge already started at the bus station when I arrived at the place. I miscalculated the time, it was then night time, and I had no place to sleep, wow. The safest place to sleep was at the bus station... I just unrolled my sleeping bag, lied next to my bag, and grabbed a long knife I had, and hid it under the bag. We never know... I was scared to death, but too proud to ask someone for a place to sleep or anything else. However, that was part of my "own" journey. On the following day, I was so happy I was alive... But that wasn´t enough for me, I needed more. I was so funny.. It was very early, so I knew I had plenty of time until I start to panic about where to sleep. I just started walking on a raw red sand road into nowhere, or as far as I could get: a village, a town, anything could help. However, after 3 hours walking on a dry, arid climate, no water, and no cars passing by, I had two options: keep walking or get into the jungle and look for some resource of water. I decided to give it a try and kept walking, when 30 more minutes later, I looked right and saw a very humble house, almost a tent, although very decent. That had to be my "Paradise High", I thought! I went straight to the place and begged for water for an Indian woman. She gave me water in a dirty and dusty bowl and I had it as it was my first and last glass of water of my life! Anyway, my journey finished after that weekend, and I had to go back to school on Monday...