Deixa | Estar

Then, she sat on her balcony on a humid Tuesday evening and listened to the music drifting up from a small bar below. It was a slow samba, a cover of that song where Liniker sings, "Deixa estar, só o mistério vai te guiar." (Let it be, only the mystery will guide you).

Sometimes, the best move is to stop trying to force the pieces together and simply allow the picture to form itself. If you liked this, I can: Deixa Estar

A month later, she met someone while buying coffee—a lead for a project that was, ironically, far better than anything she had been pursuing, yet it only happened because she had stopped trying to force things to happen. Then, she sat on her balcony on a

She looked at the city lights. She didn’t know what was coming next. The future was pure mystery, and for the first time in her life, she felt exhausted by her own need to control it. "Deixa estar," she whispered to the wind. Let it be. If you liked this, I can: A month