No more waiting – a love letter to the time we have left ♥️

How many times have you told yourself later?
Later, when life slows down.
Later, when you are less tired, less busy, more ready.
Later, when the timing feels right.

How many dreams have quietly slipped into the background?
Not because you stopped wanting them,
but because life demanded your energy elsewhere?

Between work, responsibilities, family, and survival,
some of our deepest longings are not lost,
they are simply postponed.

Mario de Andrade’s poem My soul is in a hurry is a precious awakening.
A reminder that time is not endless,
that life is not a rehearsal,
and that the soul eventually grows tired of waiting.

♥️

My soul is in a hurry

I counted my years and discovered that I now
have less time left to live than I had lived until now.

I feel like the kid who won a pack of candy,
he ate the first few with pleasure,
but when he realizes there are only a few left,
he begins to really enjoy them.

I don’t have time for endless meetings
where statutes, rules, procedures and
internal regulations are discussed,
knowing that nothing will be accomplished.

I no longer have time to endure absurd people who,
regardless of their age, have not grown.
I no longer have time to struggle with mediocrity.

I don’t want to be in meetings where inflated egos are marching.
I don’t tolerate manipulators and opportunists.
I am bothered by the envious people who try to
discredit the more able to seize their positions,
talents and achievements.

My time is too short to discuss titles.
I want the essentials because my soul is in a hurry,
without many sweets in the package.

I want to live with people who are very human.
People who can laugh at their mistakes,
who don’t imagine their success.
Who do not feel called ahead of time and
who do not flee from their responsibility.
Who defend human dignity and who only
want to go alongside truth and righteousness.
It is what makes life worth living.

I want to surround myself with people
who know how to touch the hearts of others.
People who learned through the hard blows of life
to grow through gentle touches of the soul.

Yes, I’m in a hurry,
I’m in a hurry to live with the intensity
that only maturity can give.
I try not to waste any of the sweets I have left.

I am sure they will be more delicious
than the ones I have already eaten.
My goal is to reach the end contentedly,
in peace with myself, my loved ones and my conscience.
We have two lives and the second begins
when you realize you only have one.

Mario de Andrade (1893 – 1945) – Brazilian writer and teacher of music history
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So if there is something that has been living quietly inside you for years,
something you keep promising yourself you will do one day,
listen closely.

“Someday” is a comforting word,
but it is also a dangerous one.

There is no perfect moment waiting for us.
There is only this breath.
This season.
This fragile and precious now.

Every time you postpone what matters,
a grain of sand slips through the invisible clock we all carry,
the one that never tells us how much time is left.

Your last day may be decades away,
or it may be much closer than you think.
None of us knows.

So don’t wait for permission.
Don’t wait for certainty.
Don’t wait to feel fearless.

Take the step.
Begin the thing that has been calling your soul.
Because if the poem teaches us anything,
it is this:

Life does not wait.
And neither should we.

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