Messages in Bottles

     In this endless Ocean of information, I just send messages in bottles, and once in a while, someone opens one here and there, though I don’t know if what I write is good, or not. I simply write because I like to write and must do it when something pops into my mind. Maybe this is what inspiration is like, and I always bring paper and pen with me. In this same endless Ocean, everybody sends messages in bottles, and there are more bottles than water itself. So, the only choice is to grab bottles at random and see what messages we are able to find, unless we are looking for specific bottles. Even then, there’s such a giant amount of information every day, we end up overwhelmed by it.

     I admire thousands of people, not necessarily in any kind of order, but I admire people like Paulo Coelho, Brian May, Madre Teresa, a few popes (especially Johh Paul II), Dalai Lama, Sting, Jane Austen, Freddie Mercury, Ghandi, Jerry Lewis, Machado de Assis, St. Michael the Archangel (No heresy at all, but does anybody know if Jesus Himself has got a facebook page?), Xico Xavier, Steve Martin, just to name a few of the famous ones (yes, I’m eclectic), but there are other thousands of anonymous people I like as well. The point is I’m simply not able to see and keep up with all the things I enjoy, to read the wise words or silly stuff I like. It’s impossible, and, with no stress, I just pick one bottle with a message here and there. Except when I have to research something for work, but I’m talking more in terms of the social networks, not books we choose to read, or study. And not to mention all the garbage that, unfortunately, is thrown into this otherwise interesting Ocean…

     As I was saying to my friend recently, I don’t care about this “Like” thing on facebook, though I enjoy when people like and comment my posts, naturally. I like everyone’s pages, it’s just to ask me, and I go there and like it (unless is a satanic thing, or something). So I’m not selective? Not a bit. I also “like” things without people asking me, for sure, and I actually enjoy this stuff people ask me too. But the point is I Like things also to encourage people, ‘cause I know the things they do are important to them, and that they wanna share it. Few are those who like my pages, though, but whatever. To me, what’s the use of 200,000 likes or followers if not a single soul among them will my book, follow my blog, really read my things? Anyway, thanks for the likes; I appreciated each one of them.

     By the way, only a few strangers bought my book, bless them. Not even my close relatives and friends bought my book. But who needs family and friends anyway? lol. Not that I intend to make money with a book, especially not here where books in general are too expensive, except in book sales. No, I have to really work to earn my keep.

Tabebuia Roseoalba (South American White Ipê)