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El arte de no amargarse la vida

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Rafael Santandreu

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“Desde el accidente, entendí que la vida inicia y termina en un abrir y cerrar de ojos. Entendí que nada es para siempre y que no hay forma alguna de detener el paso del tiempo. Los días pasan y nosotros con ellos. El destino de cada uno de nosotros está escrito y tarde o temprano vamos a desaparecer sin dejar otra cosa más que recuerdos en la memoria de otra persona. Entonces, ¿para qué vivir preocupados?, ¿para qué llenarnos de tareas absurdas y banales?, ¿para qué abrumarnos con lo que el mundo piensa sobre nosotros?..”

“Este libro es ante todo un llamado a la vida, a darnos la oportunidad de cuestionarnos todo para ver en realidad con qué estamos de acuerdo y con qué no. Es una invitación a desconectar para reconectar con lo importante y vivir en nuestros propios términos”

“«La gente resistente no está hecha de una materia distinta a la del resto —se oyó decir—. La única diferencia está en que se proponen objetivos claros y tienen la determinación firme de cumplirlos. La resistencia es fundamental para mantenerse concentrado en una vida plagada de distracciones. Consiste en la capacidad de no dejar de lado una tarea cuando tu cuerpo y tu mente están al límite. Es la capacidad de mantener la cabeza gacha y seguir nadando por tu calle, sin mirar a los lados, sin preocuparte de si alguna otra nadadora te ha rebasado…»”

“Had I been less firmly resolved upon settling down definitively to work, I should perhaps have made an effort to begin at once. But since my resolution was explicit, since within twenty-four hours, in the empty frame of the following day where everything was so well-arranged because I myself was not yet in it, my good intention would be realized without difficulty, it was better not to start on an evening when I felt ill-prepared. The following days were not, alas, to prove more propitious. But I was reasonable. It would have been puerile, on the part of one who had waited now for years, not to put up with a postponement of two or three days. Confident that by the day after tomorrow I should have written several pages, I said not a word more to my parents of my decision; I preferred to remain patient and then to bring to a convinced and comforted grandmother a sample of work that was already under way. Unfortunately the next day was not that vast, extraneous expanse of time to which I had feverishly looked forward. When it drew to a close, my laziness and my painful struggle to overcome certain internal obstacles had simply lasted twenty-four hours longer. And at the end of several days, my plans not having matured, I had no longer the same hope that they would be realized at once, and hence no longer the heart to subordinate everything else to their realization: I began once again to keep late hours...”