Two weeks have gone by since I last wrote here. The struggle to write regularly and keep a daily blog is real. I was wondering the reason why and I remembered a song that describes it. It's called "Inquietação". That word can be translated as restlessness or disquiet.
"Cá dentro inquietação, inquietação
É só inquietação, inquietação
Porquê, não sei
Porquê, não sei
Porquê, não sei ainda
Há sempre qualquer coisa que está pra acontecer
Qualquer coisa que eu devia perceber
Porquê, não sei
Porquê, não sei
Porquê, não sei ainda"
The chorus of the song talks about an interior disquiet, a consuming restlessness. The motives are unclear, the author doesn't know why, or not yet. But then he says something that I feel most of the time: there's always something happening, something I should understand (Há sempre qualquer coisa que está pra acontecer, qualquer coisa que eu devia perceber).
And that's what the past two weeks have been. Someone who met me recently asked me if I'm a quiet person. I guess I am a calm person in nature, quiet in the sense I take pleasure in quiet activities as well. But when I look back at my life the past 20 years it was constant restlessness. I haven't been very still in one place that's for sure. The French thinker Blaise Pascal said: “All of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone.” I agree. So now that I'm home and now that I feel more at peace with myself and the world around me, it's a good time to write. Quietly, and alone from the inherent restlessness inside and around me.
"Would you always?
Maybe sometimes?
Make it easy?
Take your time"
I will also take heed of this and try to write often, but sometimes if I can't I will make it easy and take my time. This song could be an answer to the Portuguese restlessness, and appropriately it's called two weeks.
"Cá dentro inquietação, inquietação
É só inquietação, inquietação
Porquê, não sei
Porquê, não sei
Porquê, não sei ainda
Há sempre qualquer coisa que está pra acontecer
Qualquer coisa que eu devia perceber
Porquê, não sei
Porquê, não sei
Porquê, não sei ainda"
The chorus of the song talks about an interior disquiet, a consuming restlessness. The motives are unclear, the author doesn't know why, or not yet. But then he says something that I feel most of the time: there's always something happening, something I should understand (Há sempre qualquer coisa que está pra acontecer, qualquer coisa que eu devia perceber).
And that's what the past two weeks have been. Someone who met me recently asked me if I'm a quiet person. I guess I am a calm person in nature, quiet in the sense I take pleasure in quiet activities as well. But when I look back at my life the past 20 years it was constant restlessness. I haven't been very still in one place that's for sure. The French thinker Blaise Pascal said: “All of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone.” I agree. So now that I'm home and now that I feel more at peace with myself and the world around me, it's a good time to write. Quietly, and alone from the inherent restlessness inside and around me.
"Would you always?
Maybe sometimes?
Make it easy?
Take your time"
I will also take heed of this and try to write often, but sometimes if I can't I will make it easy and take my time. This song could be an answer to the Portuguese restlessness, and appropriately it's called two weeks.
I was introduced to your blog by Susanne at Wuthering Bites. Not only do I love Susanne's writing, but I too will be visiting Portugal in a few weeks.
ReplyDeleteThis post talked to me - the feelings of restlessness and that 'something is always happening'. Finding that calm in the storm is not an easy thing.
Keep writing!