Ever since I was little, I've had the habit of reading a lot... I started trying to read Don Quixote (it didn't work out very well🤣🤣) but the first one that really made me love reading was O Meu Pé de Laranja Lima by José Mauro de Vasconcelos. Sometimes I would read several books at the same time, romance, horror, investigation. As I got older, I started working, going to college, and I completely lost the habit, reading only what was necessary for my studies. It's really strange how we have to put aside what we love because of our routine and what everyone said we need to have a happy and fulfilled life. Over the last 2 years, I've been getting back into the habit and I regret so much having put it aside, not having missed that party that would be exactly the same next weekend, balancing my routine and establishing my hobbies as priorities as important as anything else. Simply because I thought I would have to do everything and give up my passions to "make it in life". Today I just wanted to tell Kali, who is 20, to take a breath and assure her that it is still early, that it will not work if she is not enjoying the process. For Kali now, I repeat this every day, take a deep breath, and take some time for her to return to her old pleasures. And the rest? Work, routine, studies, bills? They do not exist at this moment.
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