The ground started to get hotter as the sun shines. The light broke through every window, lighting up dark rooms. He felt the brightness on his eyes. He opened them slightly. The rest of the face was still sleepy. The first thought came to mind was: "it was so productive!".
He got up from bed, went to wash his face. As soon as he opened the door, he saw his reflection in the mirror. Messed up hair representing how much selfcare he had, tired eyes from staying up all the late nights and a slim body from poorly managed meals. He surely did reach those targets at work. But, the stare he had to mirror at that time, was something different. Something that he has not felt for a long time. He was thinking, was it worth it? Was that a sort of a trade? Can health be put on a scale to measure against anything in life? Was it worth a second thought? A hold for a moment maybe? Would a simple appreciation justify, for all of this? What if, all of this was only to get the chance to receive an appreciation? He realized that, there was no enough time to go through this thinking process in the morning. As he was gathering his stuff, he thought, I will have this on a piece of paper, when there is time later. The phrase which puts his thoughts among a long queue of postponed stuff to be done.
O chão começou a esquentar com o brilho do sol. A luz invadiu todas as janelas, iluminando os cômodos escuros. Ele sentiu o brilho nos olhos. Abriu-os ligeiramente. O resto do rosto ainda estava sonolento. O primeiro pensamento que lhe veio à mente foi: "Foi tão produtivo!".
Levantou-se da cama e foi lavar o rosto. Assim que abriu a porta, viu seu reflexo no espelho. Cabelo despenteado, representando o quanto se cuidara, olhos cansados por ter passado as noites em claro e um corpo magro por causa das refeições mal planejadas. Certamente, ele havia atingido as metas no trabalho. Mas o olhar que se viu refletido naquele momento era diferente. Algo que não sentia há muito tempo. Ele se perguntou: valeu a pena? Foi uma espécie de troca? A saúde pode ser comparada a qualquer coisa na vida? Valeria a pena repensar? Talvez parar por um instante? Um simples agradecimento justificaria tudo isso? E se tudo isso fosse apenas para ter a chance de receber um agradecimento? Ele percebeu que não havia tempo suficiente para se dedicar a esse processo de reflexão pela manhã. Enquanto juntava suas coisas, pensou: "Vou anotar isso em um papel quando tiver tempo mais tarde". Essa frase colocou seus pensamentos em uma longa fila de tarefas adiadas.
