Wake Up, It’s Time to Live

A few words before I hit the sack, because I think it’s worth it.

Tonight, I passed by the wake of a mother. She was 53 years old. A few days ago she was walking fine until a splitting headache hit her. Aneurism. In a few hours she was in a coma; a couple of days more and she was gone. Death: we know it’s coming but noone ever knows when it is.

I’m totally bad at this — coffins, flowers, the look in people’s eyes. I’m not close to the family, just paying a visit, but every image of death for me is a slap on the face. How are you living your life now? Oftentimes we live not giving a damn, saving life for a tomorrow that could possibly never come. If we’re lucky (and I hope most of us are), we see another tomorrow. If we’re even more lucky, we get to see the people we love again, breathing and all. But — and here’s the most important question — what if we don’t? What if we wake up and they’re just gone?

Vida is a restless, universe-loving, forever-child with a very short attention span. She is mostly enthusiastic about travel, adventure, technology, fitness, and lately, life hacks. Most of her days are spent on tech partnerships in a telco, and most nights practicing capoeira (or yoga, or boxing, or trying some other unheard of art of movement). She likes experiments, little projects, and writes too, sometimes, at And if you're interested, sh... Hey, look, a flower!

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