Happiness is overrated

I heard today that three percent of the world’s population are naturally happy. Money or good health apparently have nothing to do with it. Just gobs and gobs of serotonin jumping from neuron to neuron, I imagine. For the rest of us, happiness is a whatchamacallit? - oh yeah, a choice. And for everything else, of course, there’s always mastercard.

Yes, a choice. It is normally said that how people around you behave is somehow connected to your well-being. Is it? I, myself, used to believe so but not anymore. This might seem theologically incorrect to some - and I definetely do not want to sound like a self-help author either - however, you do have the power to choose between feeling good about your life or not.

His glory, not mine

Let's just say my life's been pretty much like a mess lately. College, work (both of them), friends, they are all okay. Nothing to complain about them, no.
Nevertheless, I have been felling... ungrateful.
I was listening to Casting Crowns and one of their songs got me thinking for a little while. It goes:

The Voice of truth tells me a different story
The Voice of truth says "Do not be afraid!"
And the Voice of truth says "This is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth

The thing is I cannot help being scared of what the near future is going to present me with.

Hora de mudar

Sim, eu falo, falo, falo que preciso me acostumar a postar aqui mas eu nunca o faço.


Enfim, sábado ouvi uma pregação sobre santidade e senti que a mensagem foi como um baque pra mim. Preciso acordar, não sou mais criança pequena pra brincar de ir à igreja e ser cristã. Quero minha vida junto à Deus. Necessito disso. Quero entender Sua grandiosidade e bondade.

A música do post anterior continua sendo a minha 'trilha sonora'. Mas muito mais que isso, peço à Deus para que agora ela se torne minha realidade.

Enfim, de férias

Pensei melhor e apaguei o post anterior. Acho que, no fundo, eu já sabia que ia deletá-lo mais cedo ou mais tarde.


Sim, férias. Como eu ansiei por esse dia. Tanto sono atrasado que poderei recuperar. Tantas pessoas que poderei ver. Tantas coisas que poderei fazer. E, mais uma vez, sei que no final vou ver que não fiz quase nenhuma. Digo 'quase' nenhuma porque recuperar o sono atrasado já não é mais uma questão de vontade, e sim necessidade.


Enfim, contar das minhas férias não é o motivo deste post. Só queria deixar uma música aqui. Não sei se a letra está totalmente certa porque ela está escrita de ouvido.

É tão bom estar aqui
De joelhos a orar
Nada esconder de Ti
Confessar, chorar, louvar
E aprender em oração quem Tu és e quem eu sou
Minha frágil condição
Teu imenso amor
Quero deixar tudo que é vão
E guardar o que é eterno
E ouvir de Ti que escolhi a parte melhor
Quero ser uma canção de louvor ao Senhor
Arte feita a mão, dedo do Criador
Profunda amizade com meu Pai, meu Deus
Essa é a minha oração

Just a little upload

I'm having my exams at college these days (so far so good, thanks for asking! :P) and the last one will be this coming Friday. After that, I'll finally be on vacation!!! =D
It's not that I don't like to go to college or anything, I just really do need to rest. And not having to wake up at 5h30 in the morning definetely pleases me!
By the way, speaking of liking or not to go to Ibero, I must say... this current semester has been the best one so far. Not only is it because of the subjects but mainly because of people I got acquainted with.


Anyways, these days have been quite weird to me. I mean, some things sort of seem that are just not right. This is specially true when considering work. Yet, I feel really really great. Go figure!

Still deadish

Ok, so I promised I would write as soon as I could. Yeah, that was a lie. The truth is that I have to commit to posting here. I always forget to do that.

So, now I am 19. I am not feeling old or anything, however, I constantly feel that I should be taking more advantage of life itself. There are lots of places to be visited, thousands of people to be met and dozens of languages to be learnt. And here I am: stuck in São Paulo. I am not saying I do not like São Paulo or even Brazil. I do. Nevertheless, I just do not belong here.

I am a dreamer. I want to take on the world.
Well, perhaps someday.

Deadish

I am just here to say I am not dead, though not very much alive either.

Anyways, my birthday is coming! YAY! I promise I will write about it ASAP. :)