Inspiração

E quando eu menos esperava a inspiração voltou. Sem pedir licença, sem aviso prévio, sem hora marcada, sem me deixar escolhas. E ela é tão intensa, que me deixa desconcentrada. E é tão inesperada, que me deixa assustada. E ao mesmo é tão boa, que me permite sonhar acordada.
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E quando eu menos esperava Grey's Anatomy também voltou. Com aqueles textos matadores que eu adoraria ter escrito.
.:. "Every cell in the human body regenerates on average, every 7 years. Like snakes, in our own way, we shed our skin. Biologically, we are brand, new people. We may look the same, we probably do, but change isn't visible...not in most of us, but we all change, completely, forever.
When we say things like 'people don't change', it drives scientists crazy because change is literally the only constant in science. Energy, matter, it's always changing, morphing, merging, growing, dying. It's the way people try not to change that's unnatural...the way we change to what things were than letting them be as they are. The way we change to old memories instead of forming new ones, the way we insist on believing, despite every scientific indication that anything in this lifetime is permanent. Change is constant. How we experience change, that's up to us. It can feel like death or a second chance at life if we open our fingers, loosen our grips, go with it. It can feel like pure adrenaline, like at any moment we can have another chance at life... like at any moment, we can be born all over again."
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E quando eu menos esperava a mudança começou. Sem pedir licença, sem aviso prévio, sem hora marcada, sem me deixar escolhas. E ela é tão intensa, que me deixa desconcentrada. E é tão inesperada, que me deixa assustada. E ao mesmo é tão boa, que me permite sonhar acordada.