Saints and Sinners

“Every man is worth more than his mistakes”. I read this quote and thought on writing about the ones who make mistakes, but not with that eye which praises the attempt of discovering or doing it right. I also do not intend to analyze crimes or other terrible deeds.

I want to talk about the other side of mistakes, about those people with no qualification or designation for the function, who put themselves  in the place of judges, criticize and decide what is morally correct or not. They take into consideration their own truths, what they have learned or convenience at the moment to condemn the alleged error on the other. They find themselves owners of the truth, saints, pure, honest, but they do not always do what they say nor recognize their own mistakes.

Imagine a woman who, in the beginning of the XX Century, dared to get divorced, doing what many others secretly wished for. Some fearless women had even secretly planned their deaths, or even the death of their husbands, as a solution to their unhappy marriages. Why was this divorced woman segregated form society as if she had any contagious disease? What was her crime? Who judged and condemned this woman? I dare to say her executioners were her neighbors, relatives and friends.

Sintomas

Depois de escrever “Sinais”, fui desafiado a continuar no assunto e falar agora sobre os “Sintomas” do amor. Ainda não sou especialista no assunto, mas posso dizer que me dedico, e como sou movido a desafios, vou tentar.

Pensei inicialmente em fazer uma divisão didática, semelhante ao que se faz com as patologias em medicina: sintomas leves, medianos e graves de amor. Não deu certo. Amor não é uma doença; paixão talvez seja uma espécie de confusão delirante com exaltação maníaca e por isto acumule tantos sintomas.  Quando se trata de amor, este tipo de classificação não funciona. Não dá prá amar um pouquinho ou só de leve ou querer achar um rótulo para classificar.  É um amor pobre aquele que se pode medir- Shakespeare. Ou se ama ou não se ama. Lembram do recado do amor? “Não aceitem menos que isto.”