The slower we move, the faster we die.

How much does your life weigh?
Imagine for a second you’re carrying a backpack. I want you to pack it with all the stuff that you have in your life. You start with the little things. The shelves, drawers, the knick-knacks. You start adding bigger stuffs. Clothes, tabletop appliances, lamps. Your TV.
The backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. You grow bigger. Your couch, your car, your home. I want you to stuff it all into that backpack.
Now, I want you to fill it with people. Start with casual acquaintances. Friends of friends. Folks around the office. And then you move into the people you trust with your most intimate secrets. Your brothers, your sisters, your children. Parents. Finally, your husband, your wife, your boyfriend, your girlfriend. Get them into that backpack.
Feel the weight of that bag. Make no mistake. Your relationships are the heaviest components of your life. All those negotiations and arguments and secrets and compromises. The slower we move, the faster we die.
Make no mistake. Moving is living.
Some animals were meant to carry each other to live symbiotically over a lifetime. Star-crossed lovers. Monogamous swans.
We are not swans. We’re sharks.

Se o planeamento de estreias de cinema não nos engana, para a semana, já se pode ver "Nas nuvens" por cá. :)