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Source text - English Innocence in the midst of chaos
“It is the realization of darkness that gives us a chance to reconnect to that which we truly are…”
Although the morning was bright and sunny, it felt dull and unremarkable to her. Each day unfolded in the usual routine, with nothing truly worth sharing or rejoicing in, nothing to lend a sense of meaning to her existence.
Of course, there were a few things—little things—worth noticing. New faces coming in and out of the office. The wait for the five o’clock bell, which sounded like freedom to her, or the daily email from Rebecca, her boss, to remind her about the team’s accomplishments and wins. These little moments lit up the day with new possibilities and gave her a taste for something else. Yet, they were never enough to carry her joyful feeling longer than a blink of an eye.
Life is revealed in hours, minutes, and seconds. Hers were passing with a sense of detachment and boredom. Each moment that was offered to her felt empty of gifts, meaning, or purpose. She felt as if time was her master, and it had the power to move her awareness between past regrets or resentments and future doubts or confusion. As she was working, following the pace of her Groundhog Day, she couldn’t stop feeling an emptiness inside herself, echoing discomfort and unfamiliarity.
Translation - Portuguese Inocência em meio ao caos
“É a percepção da escuridão que nos dá a chance de nos reconectar com o que realmente somos…”
Embora a manhã estivesse clara e ensolarada, parecia monótona e normal para ela. Cada dia se desenrolava na rotina habitual, sem nada que realmente valesse a pena compartilhar ou se alegrar, nada para dar um sentido à sua existência.
Claro, havia algumas coisas – pequenas coisas – que valem à pena notar.Novos rostos entrando e saindo do escritório. A espera pelo sino das cinco, que soava como liberdade para ela, ou o e-mail diário de Rebecca, sua chefe, para lembrá-la das conquistas e vitórias da equipe. Esses pequenos momentos iluminaram o dia com novas possibilidades e deram a ela o gosto por algo mais. No entanto, eles nunca foram suficientes para carregar seu sentimento de alegria por mais tempo do que um piscar de olhos.
A vida é revelada em horas, minutos e segundos. Os dela passavam com uma sensação de distanciamento e tédio. Cada momento que lhe era oferecido parecia vazio de presentes, significados ou propósitos. Ela sentia como se o tempo fosse seu mestre, e tinha o poder de mover sua consciência entre arrependimentos ou ressentimentos passados e dúvidas ou confusão futuras. Enquanto trabalhava, seguindo o ritmo de seu Dia da Marmota, não conseguia parar de sentir um vazio dentro de si, ecoando desconforto e desconhecimento.
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