Tuesday, August 02, 2005

 

A bless disguised

Yesterday I met a friend whom happened to participate at the brazilian stage of the X Terra. It was athough one and he was very glad of finishing it - and so did I. He went to our master swim class just to show his medal and I was truly satisfied on seen him so happy and that made me think: about 2 or 3 months ago he was dealing with a really frustrating time of his life - those darkest day we all need to pass, but are really hard to deal with. Lost his job, is facing a divorce, happened to be back at his parents home... tough is the only word that comes into my mind. When he told me what was going on I just said to him that it could be the best time of his lives. And it is. Really, I almost couldn't believe: in the middle of all the happiness regarded to the stage finishing were also informations about a new job offer, a brand new appartment and a promise of a half marathin on fortcoming august, 14th. Great!
That made me think about the blesses disguised. I always believed on that.. it must be story of the open window which follows a closed door. Sounds naive? Ask my friend and he'll telll you. Or do better: ask Lance Armstrong. Once I read that he says that cancer was a bliss, the best thing that happened in his life. easy talking about 7 TDF winning and being a survivor? Don't think so. He made it up. And he dealt with it. I mean, I'm not saying that we must face cancer in order to find all the bliss in our lives, but that they are there, no matter what, and you must believe it, because when you just don't expect it'll "show up".

Bought a book - The Perfect Mile, and I'm waiting for Amazon to deliver it. Meanwhile I'm following the reading of "The Hollow Hills", a silly book about King's Arthur birth. It can sound foolish to spend time with this kind of book, but you know what? I like it and I really love this period of history so it doesn't matter if it's true or not, I'm enjoying life... and life doesn't always need to be taken so seriously.
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