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What feels inflamed? Go there. You have the capacity to heal it. For today and for tomorrow.
TEAM HUMAN.
Listen to the voice in your head judging other people.
At first, you might not even be aware of it.
But then, you might hear the voice and you might make a connection between talking smack about other people and the way you talk to yourself.
Flip side:
If someone is ranting all the time, imagine how much they must hurt.
Why is it, that when we fall in love, we are capable of seeing only the positive side of a person’s personality, but normally we choose not to do that? Acknowledging the negative, but letting the positive shed the main light in every interaction, expectation, conversation would make the world instantly more amazing.
Make happiness and fun a priority - right now.
Choosing to spend time on something seemingly unproductive with the sole purpose of pleasing yourself, is a muscle that has to be trained. If you don’t train to prioritize your well-being over society’s goals and over your own anxiety of losing out today, you are less likely to do so tomorrow.
Don’t confuse it with procrastination. Procrastination is different. It’s like sneaking off to the pantry to nibble on some packaged cookies in contrast to spending the afternoon filling the kitchen with the smell of extra dewy, quadruple chocolate best-ever-cookies.
I wonder why we notice so little, yet the thoughts we are occupied with are so utterly repetitive and unoriginal. For example: Do you know what your Mum (or another important person) wore today? Did you listen to what she said? These are just basics. We are not even talking about empathy and kindness. But all the while your thoughts were probably ... worried or angry or jealous or judging and you did not think anything you have not thought before.
You choose the energy you bring. (That means, you can change it.)
Note to self.
Write e-mails with “Keep rocking” in the subject line.
Light.
Lightness.
Focus.
White.
Cream.
Glowing.
Easy.
Curious.
Trust.
Space.
Windows.
Smiles.
Trees.
Waffles.
Belonging.
Art.
Poem.
True.
Love letter.
Breeze.
Handwriting.
Sleeping.
Soft.
Now.
Spontaneaus.
Opening.
Yes, please.
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
e. e. cummings
Here I am.
So after a lot of worrying about essentially nothing, I promised myself - and it made my breathing feel so soft and easy - that I would not compromise my writing for supposed commercial success, nor for likability.
I want to show you something true and beautiful and maybe it hurts.
I want to do the best I can, and here especially the second part: the best I (!) can do. Not someone else.
No more keeping in the glitter and the silly and the long pensive monologue.
The light, the fear, the nakedness.
There really doesn’t seem to be that big a difference between writing and living.
The paradox of language.
Nothing new.
Oh, how good I feel, knowing that this is one of many blog posts, none of which will be remembered forever.
The same feeling as walking into a bookstore and seeing all the books that people could read instead of yours.
I don’t think the world is waiting for any of us. It is already suffering from an overdose of homo sapiens sapiens.
Every feeling you have, every sucky or supreme situation you’re in, someone else has had it before.
But I feel a sense of relief in this: You are absolutely entitled to screw up, to be your crazy self, to feel very-high-up and low-low-low. It doesn’t matter on the grand scale of things. You probably won’t remember it in a few years and even if, your grand-children won’t.
Oh, the fresh air streaming in ...
Now, go write.
Still worrying.
You are worrying. Still.
We've talked about this, sweet pea.
You are still worrying, because you still think it helps. That worrying will produce the solution or will at least not make you forget the problem. And you're right about the second point, but not the first.
Action is what will save you, not worrying.
So how about you sulk in your bad feelings and your horrible very-worst-case-scenarios while kicking some ass.
On a daily basis, I believe that most people think mostly about themselves.
Yes, even parents.
I believe, most parents given the choice would sacrifice their life to save their child's. But having a fight with their teenage son they won't sacrifice their point of view.
Why do you do what you do? Because it makes you feel good.
I am glad that the big decisions honour us. But I think it's a pity that the small decisions don't.
Simple Map.
Follow the curiosity.
Follow the joy.
I want to be a wild soul. Unapologetic. Wanting what I want.