This is Summer already, warming us in and outside. Today I feel like a citizen of the world and I want to speak so I feel like I fit in.
I am reading this book now, called Sayonara, by an American writter. It talks about an American Air Force pilot who's stationed in Japan, after WWII. He is a practical man, his parents gave him a fine education and were good to him, but they didn't love each other and passed it down to him, so he thinks he'll never be capable of completely loving someone. He has a girlfriend, a general's daughter, who arranges things so he can have an easy job in the army and spend time with her. Actually everyone expects him to marry her. But, when they finally talk about that, both feel they're not fit to each other; and in his case, he starts to doubt all of his carrier and his plans for the future. He gets to these reflections also because of the story of a mate of his, a young American soldier who struggles with his country so that he can marry an ugly Japanese girl. Our hero just can't understand the young man, until he actually meets the girl and realizes, it's not beauty or even sex, it's love she offers him. That's when his world turns upside down. I'm enjoying it. :)
Hell, I feel like writing a song or a story, inventing people and feelings and deeds. Being in control is what a writter wants. However, his characters always drive him to their fates.
Being driven or drive, that is the question! Which is the same to say: To be or not to be. The book I'm reading tells me: the question is to be complete or not to be complete. Maybe that is the only meaning of to be or not to be, as it is for being driven or drive.
Does this post have a meaning or a message? That's for me to know and you to think about. Meanwhile, a joke:
Dois malucos no manicómio decidem fugir. Com medo de serem apanhados esperam até estar escuro e toda a egnte a dormir para sairem dos seus quartos, pé ante pé, sem fazer absolutamente nenhum barulho, e irem para o telhado, a única possibilidade de fuga. Quando lá chegam deparam-se com um problema: do telhado ao muro que esconde a liberdade vão alguns metros...eles olham um para o outro, será que conseguem passar? Um, o mais maluco, salta para o muro e consegue agarrar-se, por isso vira-se para o outro e pede-lhe que salte também. O outro recusa. Então, o que saltou diz: "Não te preocupes, eu ligo a luz da minha lanterna, a fazer de ponte, e tu passas por cima dela." O outro, obviamente perturbado com a insanidade daquela proposta, responde-lhe: "Tu estás mesmo doido! Então e se quando eu estivesse a atravessar a lanterna ficasse sem pilhas?"