Coisas da vida...

Sempre leio um poema de Erma Bombeck, escrito após a descoberta de uma doença fatal. Ela menciona todas as coisas simples da vida ás quais valorizaria mais, caso tivesse mais tempo...Entre elas ouvir mais, falar menos, correr mais riscos, prestar mais atenção ás coisas simples da vida..Você precisa ler esse poema, é maravilhoso...vou postar no final, In english of course...

Outro dia em uma sala de aula de uma comunidade muito carente eu estava tentando explicar aos meus alunos de sexto ano que a vida ia além...tentei encontrar recursos que fundamentassem a minha opinião, quando lembrei-me da parábola do sapo, e comecei o meu discurso. Uma pedra vinda do exterior da sala quebrou a vidraça e por pouco não nos atingiu. Enquanto isso os alunos que demonstravam pouquíssimo interesse pela estória, pareciam esperar um final mais trágico para os sapos...Eles não deram tanta importância aquela história, talvez não a tenham entendido; Não com profundidade que eu esperava...

É interessante que em um mundo de tantas futilidades, nunca somos profundos o suficiente nas coisas que realmente merecem...Nunca dizemos para as pessoas o quanto elas são importantes, o quanto as amamos, a não ser quando as perdemos. Nunca prestamos atenção nos detalhes singelos da vida, como a chuva que cai lá fora, enquanto escrevo esse artigo. Enquanto isso, vou amadurecendo, a cada hora, cada minuto, segundo...Meu Deus...

Como prometi, abaixo está o poema...

If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while watching life.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more "I love you's".. More "I'm sorrys" ...

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it ... live it...and never give it back.

© Erma Bombeck