Enter a good college.
Decorate.
Get good grades.
Choose the profession that will define you
for the rest of his life
while still a child.
I always wanted to be a lawyer,
advertising
or marketer
from my earliest years.
Choose a reputed college,
preferably public.
Spend four, five years using the law of least effort.
Get a canudo.
Stab at some multinational name recognized by your family.
Be a trainee.
Work 12 hours a day and be exhausted to the limit of your strength.
To be obedient, your tiredness needs to be chronic.
Make meetings endless.
“Videocalls” that will not get you anywhere.
Show that you are important to the structure.
More than working,
it is important to look like you are always producing.
Wear the shirt.
Car 1.6 Flex.
Find someone:
dating, engagement, marriage.
Eliminate opponents.
Climb the corporate pyramid.
Wear the shirt.
Lamba boots.
Switch jobs.
Be a manager.
Signature car.
“Casual Friday” and “Happy Hours”.
Time happiness.
Badly cut suits and sneakers.
Wear the shirt.
Rent your first apartment.
Have a child.
After two years, his second son.
SUV.
(Laughs)
Change the car every year, no.
Buy an apartment in smooth 180 installments.
That first extramarital affair
with an interesting marketing person.
(Laughs)
Disney.
Two years later, a seven-day European tour,
Miami. Europe. Miami.
More meetings that lead nowhere.
Completely disqualified persons
being promoted before you.
Projects that begin and crumble
as your wishes.
A continuous feeling of bruising.
The emptiness that the walks in the mall
on weekends they can no longer placate.
The momentary flush of pleasure that goes away as soon as the wrapping of the merchandise is broken.
Wear the shirt.
Drink socially every day.
(Laughs)
The first apartment on the beach,
anxiolytics, antidepressants,
a void.
The crisis of middle age.
The meeting with college colleagues. “God, how the years went by fast!”
“Yeah, life is short!”
The children in high school.
“My God, how they grew up fast!”
“Yeah, life is short.”
Suits well cut by tailors from the center.
You’re the director. You anonymous company.
The first site.
Weekend at the beach,
weekend in the mountain.
“Let’s sell the apartment on the beach,
the children have grown up and do not want to go any further. “
Wear the shirt.
Cholesterol is a bit high.
His flaccid body like that of an astronaut
who spent years floating in zero gravity.
(Laughs)
No caries due to the healthy habit
to floss after every meal.
(Laughs)
Gluten free, lactose free, green juice.
The semester plan of the academy that you have used for two months.
Today is Wednesday, feijoada day.
Burgers after staying late at the firm to close a project
because life is too short to eat lettuce.
The Vice-Presidency, which, despite all efforts,
never arrived, will probably never arrive.
The continual fear of losing a job.
Today they do not value the experience any more.
The fear of everything.
Of the new generations, of the change, of the new.
“Because in my time …”
Continuous fear that keeps you from living.
Fear of death.
A slight feeling of suffocation.
“Where is the air?
The complete disconnect with your children
due to 12 hours a day
decades.
Empty retirement,
surrounded by useless things and little affection.
You’re a winner.
This is your only consolation.
His executive life, executed.
Wear the shirt
of wood for the last time.
Thank you.
(Applause)
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