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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não estou a falar das desigualdades ecônomicas, por que estas acarretam todas as desigualdades sociais, falo das desigualdades de valores, de condutas dentro de um sistema moral, onde a aparência parece ser o mais importante... É como se avistássemos uma bela e grandiosa casa com lustres de cristal, jardins exuberantes, mas não pudéssemos ver o encanamento frágil prestes a arrebentar, suportando todo o abastecimento daquela mansão. O que faríamos se de repente todas as máscaras caíssem e se a sinceridade fosse padrão? Estaríamos preparados para viver no mundo com tanta verdade? Rede intricada viver em sociedade... Precisamos abdicar do luxo para entender a simplicidade, neste mundo onde corretamente "menos é mais" sem no entanto abdicarmos das benesses da modernidade e com isso sobreviver com as agruras advindas da extenuante "massificação social". E´possível manter o equilíbrio? Estou por entender até hoje um mecanismo de sobrevivência compatível com esta tal "modernidade" sem perder minhas raízes, e ainda garantir passar "algo de bom" para minha futura geração.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivemos o dia-a-dia de forma tão atribulada, que nos esquecemos que não temos o controle de tudo, não seremos jovens para sempre, não teremos talvez uma segunda chance de sermos o melhor que pudermos, de revermos aqueles amigos, não teremos nossos pais para sempre ao nosso lado ou nossos filhos nos sorrindo todos os dias dizendo o quanto nos ama. Há algum tempo, já venho praticando a arte de viver um dia de cada vez, e cada um, como se fosse o último. Parece fácil falar, mas viver assim exige muita atenção, determinação e disciplina da nossa parte. Alguns se desesperam só de pensar na semana que vão ter, aí estaticamente páram, e em inércia assumem as coisas que acontecem e não necessariamente que agiram para que acontecesse. Existem situações que devemos respeitar o ritmo dos acontecimentos, outras devemos agir para que as consequências sejam benéficas. E é aí que mora o grande desafio de viver. Se só me restasse esse dia, eu ia querer estar cercada das pessoas que amo e me faz feliz! Eu iria encher a casa de flores, para que o perfume deixasse a mensagem de que tudo tem seu tempo e a beleza e a essência continuam, mesmo após as podas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677838581789929282-4944966753331003868?l=maristeladutra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não podia deixar de registrar mais esse desafio de superação pessoal. Participei de uma corrida internacional que teve aqui em Araxá, dia 05/09 último, com percurso de 10,5 km. Foi demais! Na altura dos 6 km, comecei senti as pernas pesando, mas a cada momento que pensava isso, via um cadeirante torcendo e dando apoio, aí eu corria mais e mais. Fiquei em quarto lugar na minha categoria 30-34 anos. Estou pegando o gosto cada vez mais, daqui a pouco viro atleta mesmo... Essa foto aí, foi tirada na hora em cruzei a linha de chegada com garra e muita felicidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677838581789929282-5016497079408072763?l=maristeladutra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gente eu realmente não acreditava na repercussão que a corrida faria em minha vida. A corrida deu um pontapé na preguiça. Já não consigo ficar sem correr... Faço isso pelo menos 3 vezes por semana! A corrida veio junto com a homeopatia, mudando totalmente o  padrão de vibração. Depois veio a nutricionista para me ensinar a alimentar corretamente e que efeito! Agora outra surpresa: a acupuntura. Nossa, como estou tranquila e consciente de meus níveis de energia! Outra vida gente, outra pessoa! Muito mais FELIZ!
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;FOTO: CORRIDA DA MOLICO EM BH- ENCONTRO DELAS- MINHA ESTRÉIA DE 6 KM.
&lt;br /&gt;EQUIPE TENDÊNCIA OUTDOOR (FREDY GUERRA): BETH, FÊ, BETHANIA E EU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677838581789929282-8747303668328479610?l=maristeladutra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sinceramente devo ter brigado com meus objetos de trabalho, porque resolveram quebrar e dar defeitos como uma reação em cadeia. É impressora, é monitor, é HD, é telefone que chia igual caixa de marimbondo, é fax que emperra...
&lt;br /&gt;Também na vida pessoal temos problemas de ordem prática, as vezes parece que não vai dar tempo, não vai ficar bom, as contas não vão esperar, os sonhos não vão se realizar...
&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo é perfeito, mas cada passo adiante, é uma recompensa incomparável. O gosto de andar por sí, ainda que cambaleante, é marcante. O primeiro passo é sempre o mais importante, e a firmeza a gente ganha com o treino e determinação. É tudo uma questão de coragem, vontade e disciplina. Sim, a disciplina também faz parte da minha vida!
&lt;br /&gt;Devemos ter olhos para enxergar o gosto das pequenas vitórias. Esperamos sempre algo grandioso, mas muitas vezes perdemos a noção de que os pequenos obstáculos do dia-a-dia nos nos colocam adiante de algo que sempre desejamos. Assisti um filme há um tempo atrás que dizia que não é o destino que nos trará a felicidade mas sim a própria jornada, ou seja, não basta sabermos onde queremos chegar e sim como iremos chegar até lá...
&lt;br /&gt;O gosto de se alinhar a essência da alma com aquilo que realmente gostamos, e respeitar o nosso próprio tempo e limitação, mas sempre em observação do que está ocorrendo e das mudanças que estamos perpassando nos tornará infinitamente mais poderosos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677838581789929282-127822183926610015?l=maristeladutra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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