Um cato com espinhos, vivia sozinho e triste no chão, a uma certa distância de uma janela.
O cato sentia-se sozinho, mas confortável até, no entanto, não se sentia feliz porque não tinha sol.
Só o via ao longe.
Estava a ficar murcho, com os picos secos, sem vontade de se manter direito.
Reparou numa escada perto dele, no topo dessa escada estava o sol.
O cato decidiu que ia subir aquela escada e ficar ao sol!
Subiu o primeiro degrau, ficou cansado, não estava à espera que fosse tão alto.
Depois veio o segundo, que estava um pouco inclinado, escorregou algumas vezes, mas lá se conseguiu equilibrar.
O terceiro degrau tinha água, muita água! O chão estava muito escorregadio e perigoso, mas uffa!, lá se safou.
E o quarto degrau era terrível, estava cheio de pó, teias de aranha e lama em certos sítios, de facto muito assustador.
O cato estava a ficar desanimado, estava muito cansado, começava a duvidar das suas capacidades e se realmente valia a pena o esforço que estava a fazer naquele momento.
Mas percebeu que eram só momentos… Os dias do cato eram feitos de momentos, os momentos da manhã, da tarde e da noite, e se queria desfrutar dos momentos da manhã com uma brisa na sombra, um calor de tarde ao sol e um banho de luar fresco, talvez tivesse que passar por mais alguns momentos.
A realidade é que já tinha subido quatro degraus, quatro degraus difíceis, não sabia quantos mais faltavam, mas já tinha feito uma primeira conquista, perceber que havia um sítio melhor, definiu uma estratégia para começar o seu caminho até ao sol, e começou a subir as escadas.
O quinto degrau estava cheia de vasos, grandes e pequenos, quase não tinha espaço para passar, tanto se sentia grande, como pequeno, entre os espaço livres conseguiu encontrar um caminho até ao sexto degrau.
O sexto degrau foi uma tempestade horrível, um vento que mal permitia o cato seguir para a frente, uma chuva fortíssima e ainda tinha que levar com os lixos em cima. Um pesadelo!
No sétimo degrau, não havia nada.
O cato sentiu quente, e reparou que tinha chegado ao patamar superior, onde estava a janela aberta, que lhe ia permitir ter a sombra fresca da manhã, o calor do sol da tarde e o luar da noite.
Com a emoção, brotou uma flor no topo do cato.
A cactus with thorns, lived alone and sad on the ground, some distance from a window.
The cactus felt alone, but comfortable until, however, he was not happy because he had no sun.
He only saw him in the distance.
He was getting wilted, with dry peaks, not wanting to stay straight.
He noticed a ladder near him, at the top of that ladder was the sun. The cat decided he was going to go up that ladder and stay in the sun!
He went up the first step, he got tired, he wasn't expecting it to be so high.
Then came the second, who was slightly inclined, slipped a few times, but there was balance.
The third step had water, lots of water! The ground was very slippery and dangerous, but wow !, it got away there.
And the fourth step was terrible, it was full of dust, cobwebs and mud in certain places, in fact very scary.
The cactus was getting discouraged, he was very tired, he started to doubt his abilities and if it was really worth the effort he was making at that moment.
But he realized that it was only moments ... The days of the cactus were made of moments, the moments of the morning, the afternoon and the night, and if you wanted to enjoy the morning moments with a breeze in the shade, an afternoon heat in the sun and a bath of cool moonlight, I might have to go through a few more moments.
The reality is that I had already climbed four steps, four difficult steps, I didn't know how many more were left, but I had already made a first conquest, realized that there was a better place, defined a strategy to start on my way to the sun, and started up the stairs.
The fifth step was full of pots, large and small, it had almost no space to pass, both it felt big and small, among the free spaces it managed to find a way to the sixth step.
The sixth step was a horrible storm, a wind that barely allowed the cactus to move forward, a very heavy rain and still had to take the garbage up. A nightmare!
On the seventh step, there was nothing.
The cactus felt hot, and noticed that he had reached the upper level, where the window was open, which would allow him to have the cool shade of the morning, the warmth of the afternoon sun and the moonlight of the night.
With emotion, a flower sprouted on top of the cactus.
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