He was driving as fast as the speed limit allowed him to. Moving between cars, trying to make it in time. He knew that he was running late. He was unsure if he would be able to catch the flight. Or, if he would make it before the baggage dropping area closes. The radio was on. There were different types of music playing, one after the other. One of his favorite songs came on. He just realized that, before it finished. It was stress that was blocking almost every other sense and keeping his concentration solely on timing.

He was wondering, why could not he enjoy the song? After all, it is all those small moments which makes up life. He thought, what if he had an accident? What if he was never destined to travel? If he only had an eye to see the future, and if this was his destiny. Would he waste it on stress? Maybe, it would not seem much of a coincidence for his favorite song to be played on the radio. Maybe, it was a call for him to relax and enjoy a last moment.

Luckily, he reached on time. He thought, yes it was purely luck. He felt a moment of relief as soon as he was seated on the plane. He wanted to document his experience. It was only a drive to an airplane! He took a piece of paper and was unsure what to write. Then, he only wrote: "What is worth of a life, striped away from all the small moments? Left on waiting from a big event to another".

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Ele dirigia o mais rápido que o limite de velocidade permitia, ultrapassando outros carros para tentar chegar a tempo. Sabia que estava atrasado. Não tinha certeza se conseguiria embarcar no voo, ou se chegaria antes do fechamento da área de despacho de bagagens. O rádio estava ligado, tocando vários estilos musicais, um após o outro. Uma de suas músicas favoritas começou a tocar. Ele só percebeu isso antes que terminasse. Era o estresse que bloqueava quase todos os outros sentidos e mantinha sua concentração focada apenas no tempo.

Ele se perguntava por que não conseguia aproveitar a música. Afinal, são esses pequenos momentos que compõem a vida. Pensou: e se sofresse um acidente? E se nunca tivesse nascido para viajar? Se ao menos tivesse um olho para ver o futuro, e se esse fosse o seu destino, será que o desperdiçaria com estresse? Talvez não fosse uma grande coincidência sua música favorita tocar no rádio. Talvez fosse um convite para relaxar e aproveitar o último momento.

Por sorte, ele chegou a tempo. Ele pensou: sim, foi pura sorte. Sentiu um alívio assim que se sentou no avião. Queria registrar a experiência. Era só um trajeto de carro até o avião! Pegou um pedaço de papel e não sabia o que escrever. Então, escreveu apenas: "Qual o valor de uma vida, desprovida de todos os pequenos momentos? Deixada à espera de um grande evento para outro".

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