Botanic Garden of Rio de Janeiro
I don't know if it's the cities I live in, the people I hang out with, or the places I visit, but whenever I witness something historic like the Botanical Gardens in Rio de Janeiro, I feel something different.
The sculptures, the environment, the care, the necessity, the history behind it, the set of buildings, the people involved, the care, the commitment, the "affection," and the necessity. All of this is fascinating. And quite repetitive (not to say common) in all these monuments.
Life seems like a constant repetition of events. I saw a video on YouTube that I no longer remember where the author says a phrase he must have "stolen" from another author or book: we seek to know the past so as not to repeat the same mistakes in the future. But this phrase seems increasingly distant and unreal. People don't care. And those who do care are drowned out to the point where it seems they don't care. The population that cares, that is interested, that seeks, that knows, that loves, and cares is dwindling, and this seems to be the trend of life, or at least of this generational cycle. It's funny how things are becoming simpler and simpler. With fewer details. It used to be common to see young people reading, taking notes, and discovering. Nowadays, if it's not a 30-second video made with a generic robotic voice via AI and a Subway Surfers video in the background, no one pays attention. Worse still, everything said in those 30 seconds might NOT BE TRUE, but who cares? It'll be forgotten even with the next scroll.
Well, back to the topic. History is truly fascinating. 5,000 years ago is such a long period, although it doesn't seem like it given the age of our universe and the things contained within it, that we don't realize that Brazil was "discovered" a little over 500 years ago. So much has happened in those 500 years, and it's happening so quickly that it's hard to keep track of it all. It's been five years since the pandemic began, for example. But it feels like it was just last year. I can't explain it, but it feels like everything is moving faster than it should in life.
But visiting these monuments and historical sites makes me slow down and realize that things REALLY take time. People were in a hurry back then, too, but things take time, and one day they will be finished. And it's with this feeling that I think that maybe one day I'll also finish all the things I once thought about doing. And if I don't, that's okay. It will become a story for someone to be inspired to do, or not. Who cares?