Curves Poem by Pamella Carvalho Schenatto

Those moments that make our lives so intriguing, is what makes it worth living.
Decisions that take our feet from the ground our nights' sleepless, scanning all the possible paths. But the movement is necessary.
Although, we can plan, draw our maps, hang our goals on the wall, any of it will have the same taste when rapidly the destiny put you where you should be.
Be firm, lay your head in the place, our feet on the surface and walk, but to where?
It doesn't matter how right it seems, how safe it is, it doesn't feel right if your heart does not feel it too.
A wise woman once said to me 'The process is more important than the result' when we already know all the steps through it, the process lost its magic, so we don't learn, do not grow, we kept with that strange feeling of ' so that is what it is? '
Life, life, life with your beautiful curves and thunderstorms, make us tremble at what suppose to belong to our owns.