Solid(ão)ariedade

Hoje, ao chegar em casa, me deparei com uma carta assinada por Tainá:

Every time I had my heart broken, I took a dive into either studying, or working. If I hadn’t had my heart broken so many times, I would not be a book lover, neither would I speak English. I wouldn’t be able to understand some stories, and would never – ever – wish to be a writer.

If I hadn’t suffered, I wouldn’t have gotten better. And I’m pretty sure I still need to suffer an awful lot in order to become what I dream of being, but this pain is very tiring, and sometimes I simply prefer happiness other than improvement.

There’s something you should know about it: the deeper you dive into studying, the more frustrated you get. When it comes to knowledge, the more you accomplish, the farther you become from relief.

That shouldn’t impede you from wishing to be smarter, though. I fight myself every day, trying to convince me that smartness is more important than anything, but I seem to be losing the battles.