"Hello, world!";)

Welcome to the E viva a experiência blog. Welcome to my personal world (which, I’m sure, resembles yours in some way).

In this somewhat belated “Welcome,” I’ll skip the self-introduction since I’ve already included a ABOUT ME section on the blog where you can get to know me better. 😉

I want to begin this post—which is deeply touching to me—by sharing a little about writing and how I feel about it.

I have a huge passion for writing, but despite that, it remains a great challenge for me. My passion stays alive and strong because I believe that through writing, I can organize my thoughts more clearly. They often race faster than my speech and end up not being expressed the way I’d like. Writing helps deliver the message I truly intend.

I usually like to write on creative days—those days when words feel like more than just a text. Days when their meanings can spark good emotions, strength, and courage, or deliver real lessons—like one of those thoughts or quotes from Shonda Rhimes in Grey’s Anatomy, you know?

That’s when I feel good and useful, helping make someone’s day a little better.

However, today, exceptionally, I felt obliged to write—even without much creativity. Experiences, emotions, and how we view life are the real themes of this “mandatory” post, not the welcome message, actually.

I want to begin it with this rather shocking photo: a biker’s body being covered after his death in an accident.

I witnessed this scene today, on my way to pick up my daughter from school. It was deeply impactful and sad for me, especially because I had just been crying, sobbing over personal and financial problems I didn’t know how to solve.

The biker crashed into a truck at a roundabout on a major avenue. The accident completely stopped traffic between two busy routes. Cars had to pass one by one through a narrow stretch, and it was impossible not to see what had happened. When it was my turn to pass, the vehicle responsible for removing the body was already about to leave, and some people were removing the motorcycle.

After a brief moment of reflection, tears filled my eyes, and I cried even more than before. Inevitably, I thought:

"While many are losing their lives, others are crying over uncertainties and problems that—so long as we are alive—can still be solved. Would it be selfish of me to believe my problems are too big? Wouldn’t it be more sensible to be grateful for life than to complain about what I’m experiencing in it?"

Today, I wasn’t emotionally strong. I needed to be alone, and this certainly wouldn’t have been a day I’d choose to write. But when night came, I felt the need to share this story and record these memories—if only so I can remind myself someday of what I can and cannot complain about.

These past few months have been incredibly delicate for me. Life has been testing my emotional intelligence to its limits. And I keep trying to rise from the falls because this time, life hit me right in one of my weakest spots.

The day is ending (it’s already 11:02 PM), and I can’t wait for tomorrow to arrive. There’s nothing like a new day, right? Honestly, I can’t wait for the next year. 2023 has been a big slap in the face, waking me up. “Alright, 2023, I’m awake now. Can we please stop with the cold showers?”

I feel a bit better now, even though I’m still sad. But this will pass. And in the meantime, I’ll try to focus on other events and signs—like today’s—that maybe I’m not as emotionally strong or mature as I thought… and that I still have a lot to learn and reflect on.

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