[EN/PT] It Was Another Day
It has been over two weeks now. He lost count of time, as days seem to be just a repetition of same events. He prepared his breakfast and put everything on that white kitchen table, with the grey cover. His usual morning coffee along with four slices of bread with jam in all of them.
He felt tired to just think that, it is going to be few hours at work. Then, he will go directly to the gym and come back home. Maybe, watch a movie. Or, just try to find something to watch on live TV. He was having different conversations, different tasks and sometimes meeting new people. But, since his wife travelled for work. He felt as if everything is tasteless now. He did not know how to find joy within himself. He used to share everything with her. Maybe it is something with his nature that, he can experience so many things on his own. But, those times of laughter and struggle during the day, seemed dull and almost the same, when he kept going back to empty walls.
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Já se passaram mais de duas semanas. Ele perdeu a noção do tempo, pois os dias pareciam apenas uma repetição dos mesmos eventos. Preparou o café da manhã e colocou tudo sobre a mesa branca da cozinha, coberta com uma toalha cinza. Seu café matinal de sempre, acompanhado de quatro fatias de pão com geleia.
Sentiu-se cansado só de pensar que seriam apenas algumas horas de trabalho. Depois, iria direto para a academia e voltaria para casa. Talvez assistisse a um filme. Ou, quem sabe, tentasse encontrar algo interessante na TV. Tinha conversas diversas, realizava tarefas diferentes e, às vezes, conhecia pessoas novas. Mas, desde que sua esposa viajou a trabalho, tudo parecia sem graça. Não sabia como encontrar alegria dentro de si. Costumava compartilhar tudo com ela. Talvez fosse algo da sua natureza, essa capacidade de vivenciar tantas coisas sozinho. Mas aqueles momentos de riso e luta durante o dia pareciam monótonos e repetitivos, agora que ele voltava sempre para as paredes vazias.
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The story really shows how routine can feel heavy when someone important is missing. You can sense the emptiness left by his wife’s absence, because even though he keeps busy with work, the gym, and conversations, everything seems to lose its flavor without sharing it. I liked how it captures that contrast between the “normal” life that goes on and the lack of joy he feels in the everyday. It’s something anyone can relate to, since we’ve all had moments when someone’s company makes simple things special, and without that person everything feels colder.
Indeed.. The busy schedule that one has is not supposed to fill the void of company. I'm glad that you liked it & thanks for passing by,
A certain friend—in fact, the Uruguayan poet Mario Benedetti—speaks in one of his poems of having ‘a solitude so crowded,’ and he refers to those special beings that are love, which is not the same as attachment or dependence. I believe these ideas could be revisited in future publications.
Yes, these ideas touches on the experience of everyone at a certain point of time. I guess, that is the reason why in literature these ideas are revisited.