I was moved by the following reflections recently, on the heels of my birthday bounty:
The brilliant Anthony Hopkins and his free interpretation of Mario de Andrade’s poem:
“I know that I have less to live than I have lived.
I feel like a child who was given a box of chocolates. He enjoys eating them, and when he sees that there is not much left, he starts to eat them with a special taste.
I have no time for endless lectures on public laws — nothing will change. And there is no desire to argue with fools who do not act according to their age.
And there's no time to battle the gray.
I don't attend meetings where egos are inflated.
I simply can't stand manipulators.
I am disturbed by envious people who try to vilify the most capable to grab their positions, talents, and achievements.
I have too little time to discuss headlines — my soul is in a hurry.
Too few candies left in the box.
I'm interested in human people.
People who laugh at their mistakes are those who are successful.
People who understand their calling and don't hide from responsibility.
People who defend human dignity and want to be on the side of truth, justice, righteousness.
This is what living is for.
I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch the hearts of others.
Who, through the blows of fate, was able to rise and maintain the softness of the soul.
Yes, I hustle, I hustle to live with the intensity that only maturity can give.
I'll eat all the candy I have left — they'll taste better than the ones I already ate.
My goal is to reach the end in harmony with myself, my loved ones, and my conscience. I will do my part in all matters.
I thought I had two lives, but it turned out to be only one, and it needs to be lived with dignity.”
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