Today i was robed in a really different way. At least for my internet money robbery was not my reality until now. I heard many people saying: change your password and make it difficult. I never did. Actually i used the same password for most things online. No more. At 5 am today someone got into my skype and used it to make 200 bucks in calls to Pakistan. All different numbers so there’s nobody i can try to blame on the other side of the line. Those were probably prank calls. Just to use the money. Skype has this bad habit as most internet companies do have to convince you to use automatic renewal. If i didn’t use it they would not spend my 200. They would probably spend 10 bucks. So i learned my lesson: taking more care of my digital wallet because as i talked to them this morning i learned they will not give my money back or even leave that amount as future credit. They say my password is my business. I guess it is.
Last week i was in an interesting event. My father asked me to film the celebration of 45 years from graduation of his class. Also they were making a homage to two class mates. The supreme court’s president and vice president from São Paulo. It’s a rare thing to have the two most important positions in law occupied by two people from the same class. No need to say my father was in law. He worked in the field as a lawyer for ten years but after he got some money he changed his focus to business. It was a really interesting event to be attended. A lot of joy from old friends created the mood but for someone from outside that sphere there was something more enchanting to notice. As they were celebrating 45 years of graduation most there would have 70 years or more. As one of the classmates mentioned in his speech “they are in the autunm of their carriers”. So there they were in the end of their race looking at each other. Trying to learn what happened with the others or maybe avoiding it. One could notice some got rich and some didn’t. Some got powerful and other didn’t. Some looked really old and others didn’t. Some were not there anymore. Many died. But who got what they were looking for in their carriers? Who was there with a strong fire in the eyes with no worries about how did the other go and satisfied with the journey? I can say it was impossible to say. If the richer were happier. If the better looking had a better life. I looked at that group and imagined my self in their positions. It kind of scares me. What will i think of my life when i’ve already lived it?
I work a lot. No surprise because everyone works a lot. I make money but i spend money. As my father says: “from the hand to the mouth” . No savings yet. No big plans. Maybe some spare money and surely the apartment i live in but nothing else in case i ever need it. I’m forty and the main reason i’m like this is because i never felt the need to save money. I don’t have kids and i hate banks. So i spend. Yesterday i received a call about a friend. An old friend. The first guy who ever gave me work in the field i work now. Advertising. The call communicated his death and it shocked me. Not because it was not expected. He was seventy eight years old. The shock was because i still hoped for him to have a happy ending. He was the father of four kids and he had them already older as it will happen eventually to me. It always bothered me that he didn’t have any spare money. I asked in several situations why he didn’t stopped working since he got a heart condition and he told me he couldn’t afford it. I was probably hoping for his kids to get rich and help him or something but i guess that never happened. At least in time. So he died working. He worked till death. I guess i should think about saving. I guess sometimes things can get not as good as you expected. I guess not everything is the way it’s supposed to be so i’ll save it for a rainy day and be sorrow for today.
The eternal solitude of the restless Mind 