《VERDADES DE UM CORAÇÃO - ficção [português]》E SE...
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E se a linha do tempo, a linha do desenvolvimento, fosse criada por cada um, porque individual ela é? Cada pessoa em sua linha de tempo.
São zilhões de possibilidades.
Quando você toma ou muda uma decisão sua, a sua linha não se bifurca, mas ela muda de rumo, assumindo outra possibilidade. Ela, até mesmo, pode se unir a uma outra, e a outra, e a outra, e a outra.
São zilhões de possibilidades.
Cada pessoa conduz sua própria linha nesse emaranhado todo, nessa turfa toda. A linha dessa pessoa não se divide, mas ela salta para outras linhas de possibilidades. A linha de cada pessoa é única, e a cada decisão dela essa possibilidade se altera, mudando a direção que essa linha toma. E ela vai crescendo, se encorpando, zingrando pelo meio de todo esse emaranhado, construindo essa tapeçaria imensa que não tem como se medir. E essa tapeçaria toda é a experiência que Deus pediu, que Deus deseja ter. Você é uma dessas linhas, desde o começo quando Ele te fez consciente com um pensamento.
A sua linha temporal é como se fosse uma raiz crescendo na terra, dela se nutrindo, sabe, branquinha no meio de toda essa turfa. E você vai navegando, vai procurando, vai se esgueirando, vai crescendo, vai se encorpando, vai brilhando cada vez mais.
Mas, é uma linha só, e é a sua linha.
E a cada decisão sua você altera a direção dela. Você pode abrir um caminho novo, onde outras linhas o seguirão, ou pode entrar por uma linha, uma realidade já criada, e ficar por lá ou sair de lá.
Escolhas...
Você se liga com outra, caminha durante algum tempo ao lado dela, depois se separaram, e você procura e vai para um outro lado, ultrapassa alguma, é ultrapassado, tira da direção alguma outra, é empurrado em outra direção.
É assim que é feito esse caminho, é assim que você, anjo que é, constrói a realidade em que vive.
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