Through the sprinkles of his thoughts

Amadeau de Prado. As unknown as the name sounds, it has made my world a little better place to live in recently. This protagonist from the movie “the night train to Lisbon” impresses the audience not only through his deep, meaningful eyes but also lets them hang on anxiously to his mysterical and mystical side.  


              Born during the time of the Salazar dictatorship in Lisbon, his struggle to quench the thirsty brain by education not only changed his thoughts and the way of thinking but also made him a courageous and brave person throughout his life. A passionate doctor by profession, he also let his benevolent heart reach infinite imagination, by writing down his thoughts which instantly turned into philosophical verses.enjoy some of them – 

“We live here and now, Everything before and in other places is past and mostly forgotten”.
“What could – what should be done, with all the time that lies ahead of us? Open and unshaped, feather light in its freedom and lead-heavy in its uncertainty? Is it a wish, dreamlike and nostalgic, to stand once again at that point in life, and be able to take a completely different direction to the one which has made us who we are?”
“We leave something of ourselves behind, only leave a place, we stay there even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. We travel to ourselves when we go to a place though we have covered a stretch of our life, no matter how brief it may have been. But by travelling to ourselves we must confront our own loneliness. And isn’t it so everything we do is done out of fear of loneliness? Isn’t that why we renounce all the things we will regret at the end of our lives?”
“When dictatorship is a fact, revolution is a duty”.
“Is it ultimately a question of self-image that determining idea one has made for oneselve of what has to be accomplished and experienced so that one can approve the life one has lived? If this is the case, the fear of death might be described as the fear of not been able to become whom one planned to be. If the certainty befalls us that it will never be achieved… this homeness, you suddenly don’t know how to live the time, that can no longer be part of a whole life”.
“The real director of life is accident, a director full of cruelty compassion and bewitching charm.”
“The decisive moments of life, when its direction changes forever, are not always marked by large and shown dramatics. In truth, the dramatic moments of a life determining experience, are often unbelieveable low key. When it unfolds its revolutionary effects and insures that a life is revealed in a brand new light, it does that silently. And in this wonderful silence resides its special nobility.”
“In youth, we live as if we were immortal, knowledge of mortality dances around us like a brittle paper ribbon that barely touches our skin. When, in life does that change? When does the ribbon tighten, until finally it strangles us?”

            Even though these words sound like normal philosophical lines, there is a deep meaning in them, which will make us look towards life in slightly positive way.  His way of writing was to sit alone aside a river at dawn or dusk , looking at the horizon and just pen down whatever life has thrown at you. Good or bad. And the lessons learnt from it. 

    The greatest irony of his life though , was that he had diagnosed himself with an aneurysm in the brain and knew that he was going to die at some point of time. Yet he lived his life ethically and passionately without regrets. Although this character is imaginary and doesn’t exist even in the universe, far far away , I’m in love with this  illusion. 

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