Olá! Bem-vindos meus caros amigos e leitores!
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Hello! Welcome, my dear friends and readers!
This post was inspired by Simulation Theory, according to which what we call ‘reality’ may not be real, but rather a virtual reality, a simulation created by a Higher Intelligence. We would thus be part of an ultra-sophisticated computer programme. This Theory was developed taking into account recent discoveries in the field of Quantum Physics. Horrible, I know!😭
Think with me: what if the human habit of watching television were more than just a distraction, more than an entertainment? But in truth, this screen we watch is a metaphor for the greatest screen of all: God's gaze upon us. We are characters in motion, living, loving, producing, making mistakes, all before an invisible audience. Perhaps the whole world is a great cosmic spectacle, where each life is a distinct channel, each destiny a narrative that unfolds at the same time. And perhaps God is not so far away, but within us - the viewer of this great screen and the protagonist merged into the same person.*
If so, free will is not an illusion. We humans make choices, we walk paths, we decide between Good and Evil, between Light and Shadow. But it is God who breathes in these choices, it is He who reveals Himself in our gestures, in our words, in our silences. When we speak, when we read, when we write, perhaps it is only God's language flowing through our humanity, shaped by the choices we have made. In a raw way, we humans only make choices, everything else is God within us. It is horrible to think that we are so little in this life! A kind of Artificial Intelligence living inside us😭(The distant particle that quantum physics talks about) And so, God builds His Work through us!
And yet, one conviction remains with me: what we experience is not life, but death. A waiting room between different worlds. Because life, true life, cannot be just this, this routine, this world limited by pain, wars, masks. Life, I think, has to be something infinitely greater and more meaningful, it has to have something that transcends the screen where we move. What we call life may be just a shadow, an intermittence, the preparation for an awakening that we do not yet know.
Perhaps this big screen we inhabit is just a projection of a higher reality. Perhaps death, which we fear so much, is just the opening of doors to true Life, where we finally discover who we are and why we exist, when we encounter the particle with which we are entangled: God!
As the soundtrack for this post, I chose a song by my favourite band, Muse, called ‘Simulation Theory.’ This song addresses precisely the hypothesis that we live in a reality controlled by someone, whom I identify as God, who is not the same identity identified in the video - They, supposedly an earthly entity. I consider it a divine entity.
Olá! Bem-vindos meus caros amigos e leitores! Começo com uma declaração de princípio: Este blog não é sobre política! Nem pretende ser um tratado sobre o mundo. Este espaço é meu. Onde falo da minha vida, dos meus desafios de saúde, do que gosto de vestir, do que penso sobre temas que me tocam. Falo também sobre o que é viver neste país, neste tempo, neste corpo. Tudo numa abordagem muito própria, com a leveza possível!
Hello! Welcome, my dear friends and readers! I will begin with a statement of principle: this blog is not about politics! Nor is it intended to be a treatise on the world. This space is mine. It is where I talk about my life, my health challenges, what I like to wear, and what I think about issues that affect me. I also talk about what it is like to live in this country, at this time, in this body. All in my own unique way, with as much lightness as possible!
Não tenho grandes pretensões! Para análises profundas e discursos técnicos, há livros, especialistas de isto e daquilo e comentadores bem pagos a ocupar tempo de antena nas televisões. O que partilho aqui vem da minha sensibilidade. Das minhas vivências. Daquilo que me move ou me inquieta. É um olhar pessoal, não um ensaio.
I don't have big ambitions! For in-depth analysis and technical discourse, there are books, experts on this and that, and well-paid commentators taking up time on television. What I share here comes from my sensibility. From my experiences. From what moves me or disturbs me. It is a personal view, not a essay.
This blog is like a late afternoon conversation. Between those who want to share and those who want to read. No stages. No microphones. No applause. So, I confess that I still find it curious that there are people who don't like me, or my blog, or what I write, but still keep coming back here.
Maintaining a blog for so many years is no easy task. It is an exercise in constant creativity, and there are days when ideas seem to escape us. That's normal; anyone who writes a blog knows what I'm talking about. To have topics to talk about, you have to be attentive to our world and to ourselves!
But the truth is that we live in troubled times, and the reality of our world is too heavy to be constantly talking about it. Although I cannot, nor do I want to, close my eyes to what is happening in the world, I don't need to be a kind of news show!
Este blog quer ser outra coisa. Um lugar de leveza, onde a esperança tenha espaço, onde haja partilha e alguma beleza, não para fugir da realidade, mas para lembrar que ela não é só feita de desgraças - também é feita de momentos bons, de coisas simples! É isso que tento fazer aqui. Até porque muitas de vós vão de férias, o número de visitas sempre diminui nesta época e muitos blogs fazem uma pausa. Fiquem bem! Quem vier por bem será sempre bem-vindo! Eu estarei por aqui!
This blog wants to be something else. A place of lightness, where there is room for hope, where there is sharing and some beauty, not to escape reality, but to remember that it is not only made up of misfortunes - it is also made up of good moments, of simple things! That is what I try to do here. Especially because many of you go on holiday and the number of visits always decreases at this time of year and many blogs take a break. Take care! Anyone who comes with good intentions will always be welcome! I'll be here!
Olá! Bem-vindos, meus caros leitores e amigos deste blog! Hoje é o dia de falar em futilidades, também é preciso! Eu acho que há algo profundamente revigorante em ir ao cabeleireiro. Mimamos o cabelo, damos-lhe nova cor, fazemos um corte diferente, é processo mágico! Para mim, mais eficaz do que uma consulta ao psiquiatra. A nossa alma parece que rejuvenesce, o nosso humor muda e, saímos de lá com a sensação de que podemos conquistar o mundo! O meu mundo, pelo menos!
Hello! Welcome, dear readers and friends of this blog! Today is the day to talk about trivialities, which is also necessary! I think there is something deeply invigorating about going to the hairdresser. We pamper our hair, give it a new colour, get a different cut, it's a magical process! For me, it's more effective than a visit to the psychiatrist. Our soul seems to rejuvenate, our mood changes, and we leave feeling like we can conquer the world! My world, at least!
It's like a spa for self-esteem. A ritual, which is now very fashionable, self-care! We sit down in that chair tired, with our souls in disarray. But little by little, between the sound of scissors and the smell of products along with the heat of the dryer, something inside us begins to change. When we look in the mirror at the end, it seems like we have gained a new light!
My body thanks me. My mind too. It's one of my favourite antidepressants. It's a somewhat transformative process; I go in one woman and come out another. With my spirits high and the sparkle in my eyes restored. The truth is, I really feel like a different person. More confident. Lighter! Do you like going to the hairdresser?
I know that there are also women who like to have gel nails done. I confess that I have never had them done. I don't have the patience to keep my hands in that oven, but I believe it also works miracles. There are nail designs that are authentic works of art, and your self-esteem will be sky high!
Agora fico curiosa, o que vos dá mais prazer - cuidar do cabelo ou das unhas? Qual desses pequenos mimos vos transforma por dentro e por fora?
Now I'm curious, what gives you more pleasure - taking care of your hair or your nails? Which of these little treats transforms you inside and out?
Hoje, em defesa da minha honra:
Chegou o momento de falar. Não por gosto, mas por dever. Porque, quando a verdade é distorcida e o meu nome é atirado ao chão por quem sempre viveu de expedientes, o silêncio deixa de ser uma virtude.
Today, in defence of my honour:
The time has come to speak out. Not because I want to, but because I must. Because when the truth is distorted and my name is dragged through the mud by those who have always lived by their wits, silence ceases to be a virtue.
First of all, I would like to clarify how the most popular posts of the month work here on the blog. What appears in the sidebar – on the computer – is not my choice. I am not the one who chooses what to highlight. What appears there is pure statistics, i.e. the posts most read by blog readers in the last month. It's the clicks, the visits, the hits, everything is recorded and sorted by the platform where this blog is hosted. There is no mystery or manipulation by me.
Caluniar ou ofender os outros com base em mentiras nunca fez parte de mim. Fazer jogo sujo, muito menos. Coincidências existem - e eu que o diga - só que não vou moldar a minha vida para caber no desconforto efabulado dos outros. Já me chateei com um familiar para poupar o incómodo de terceiros. Não volto a fazê-lo. A minha consciência está tranquila. Não ando de casa em casa, nem ao telefone a desacreditar quem quer que seja. Vivo a minha vida, com transparência, integridade e verdade.
Slandering or offending others based on lies has never been part of who I am. Playing dirty, even less so. Coincidences exist – and I should know – but I'm not going to mould my life to fit the imagined discomfort of others. I've already upset a family member to spare others the inconvenience. I won't do it again. My conscience is clear. I don't go from house to house or on the phone discrediting anyone. I live my life with transparency, honesty and truth.
Once again, anyone who doesn't like the content of my blog is absolutely free not to visit it. No one is obliged to read what I write. This is getting ridiculous! But, as a final act of patience, but also out of respect for myself: Enough of letting quiet voices try to drown out what is clear. My honour, my truth and the decent person I have always been are intact. Those who try to attack me with completely nonsensical stories only reveal their own lack of honour! I, who refused to sleep with a man in exchange for a job and preferred to continue serving coffee, was now going to waste my time with meaningless games! You are not the last cookie in the package!
Look: Zara
Como banda sonora deste post, escolhi a canção "Human" de Rag'n'Bone Man. É uma canção poderosa, um grito honesto de alguém que está a ser injustamente acusado, responsabilizado por problemas, erros e frustações que não lhe pertecem. O refrão resume tudo:
"Não ponhas a tua culpa em mim"
É uma canção sobre humanidade, somos todos falíveis, imperfeitos, mas ninguém deve carregar nos ombros culpas alheias e os erros dos outros. Eu não sou perfeita, mas sou verdadeira e não sou culpada do que me acusam. Distorcer os factos é algo que não me assiste. As pessoas devem olhar-se no espelho. Eu não posso começar a viver com pinças, nem fazer o que sempre fiz, só porque agora alguém se incomoda, ou se sente desconfortável comigo a viver a minha vida, como sempre a vivi! Que paranóia esta!
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As the soundtrack for this post, I chose the song ‘Human’ by Rag'n'Bone Man. It is a powerful song, a honest cry from someone who is being unfairly accused, blamed for problems, mistakes and frustrations that are not his fault. The chorus sums it all up:
‘Don't put your blame on me’
It is a song about humanity, we are all fallible, imperfect, but no one should carry the guilt of others and the mistakes of others on their shoulders. I am not perfect, but I am true and I'm not guilty of what I am accused of. Distorting the facts is not something that suits me. People should look in the mirror. I can't start living with kid gloves, or stop doing what I've always done, just because now someone is bothered or feels uncomfortable with me living my life the way I've always lived it! How paranoid is that!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teLsjfFEGLw