Saturday, August 28, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
I mentioned above; it is a very limited period of time so it is up to you to jump into water or to wait for a better weather. Me, Myself and I are alive, we love and breathe together. And in the end of the day we watch the same dreams.
So if I don't love these three I will become crazy. No one before has asked me do you want to be me or not. SO it is not my choice to be these three. I have to accept them otherwise I will commit suicide. But say I couldn't is there any other solution?
After thinking, struggling and spending years (I mean days) crying, I come up with the Secret (sure my secret I respect all copy writings:) I simply love me, myself and I so much. Be ready for the coming because I know everyone who is going to read this is going to call any psycho he knows:)
I usually picture myself hugging me, kissing me and telling me reassuring words like 'it is ok' and 'we will be fine'. I talk to me loudly (many do by the way). To make a long story short, I treat them (the three) as separate people. Once I was in a concert and I was very sad at the same time I was singing and smiling I am in a concert this what should happen. Suddenly, I looked at the stars and saw me out my body running and coming to me and did hug me. (Am crazy no better proof).
'I love you', this is an expression that you can hear from a parent, friend, partner oh this is the most common expression that I usually hear from me and myself. Crying, smiling, studying, watching TV, they say nothing else but I LOVE YOU! (Am the luckiest person on earth right??). Well, it should be, as researchers claim that 90% of what a person tells himself is negative.(Lucky me)
I don't think that 'I love you' and ' it is OK' are negative.
Was it that way all my life?
Sure no it wasn't. I used to be like anybody else telling myself that I am not good enough, or I need to do more or anything else. What I did was very simple: reprogramming myself. It took me about 2 years (Not too much time) In the beginning it was very hard. But today wow it happens subconsciously. My subconscious loves me isn't cool?!!
OK maybe you are wondering how to do it? well very simple : Every time you feel bad about yourself say that you love who you are! say I am beautiful !I am good !I am special! write it on your MSN status(My old trick; it is making all my friends crazy and few of them like me even more)
Well, fake it till you make it. One day you will wake up loving yourself you know why simply because you, yourself and you won't be happy if there is no love. You, yourself and you, deserve to be loved.
Monday, August 23, 2010
When I decided to take a break from life, I meant literally to stop living; take the last seat and watch things happening. There were not special ideas of living, it was simply a break. And then I found myself living more. I meant not to love, not to compete or try but I ended up trying more, loving more and laughing more. Perhaps, I took off the pressure by deciding to break my routine. Well, I usually take a break from time to time I call it a retreat or a white week. Just some time I took to relax and empty my mind. But this recent break was the most enjoyable at all. I guess the reason was I was not supposed to do anything I was not even supposed to relax or clear my mind. I just started doing nothing.
I had a huge appetite to live, to do that and that and this. And Then it was like I turned the lights off, shut down the music; like I stopped all my senses, my feelings, my mind and I called it a break from life. I tried a similar idea on my last birthday, I literally did nothing, I spent all the day laying down thinking and enjoying.
I have enjoyed it . I am a believer that happiness is not about all what you can buy , acquire, posses or even experience. Happiness could be just siting down in your PJ with a good book while your heart beats : am the Queen of the world (my heart;).
Friday, August 20, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Every time someone says so I wish I can keep being on my twenties forever, I couldn't figure out any other way to enjoy my twenties rather than keep them. Whatever I do, the time will come when I am not twenty any longer. What makes this number so special?
Why when people grow up and reach there 4os or 50s, they always remember their twenties with pain and regret. If twenties are that special why remembering them is not. I cannot see any special thing when it comes to numbers. Twenties are like 30s 40s, and 50s, just numbers.
No matter what I do some day I will be fifty or maybe 100 who knows? I won't keep being 23 forever and at the same time how could I enjoy my 23. Simply, also no matter what I do I won't feel I am doing all things I can. I guess what makes twenties so special is that you are not supposed to do things right, you have chance to commit mistakes, to TRY. I guess that is the most important thing, you have the chance to try.
On 55 you cannot try anymore, you are supposed to be protected by experience now you have to do the right thing! Ironic! When they grow up, people start to accept and stop trying. That is why ,they usually think of their twenties desperately. That was the only space of time possible to try. But who said so, anyone could try. Even if I have 158 I won't stop trying and do mistakes. What is the worst thing that could happen?
To try is simply to live. I once read a very interesting sentence 'life does not come with a manual'. So there are no specific things supposed to work or things supposed to do not. Life is choices and attempts. That way twenties wouldn't be special anymore. You can try regardless of your age. And it is never to late to try.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Unspoken words tell the endless story of sadness and sufferance. Giving up yourself to make others happy; you put back to that Ocean inside any word that might hurt.
You bring to your fingers all colors that a human could recognize. You paint your face and cover who you are. Colors for fun and enjoyment. And then with white paint you draw the biggest smile on earth. One that your lips could not create. Your final touch remains the famous red noise as you tell the world :" No offense, but it is better not to smell you!"
Colors, colors, colors but you couldn't hide your tears and heart; your suffering soul that dances along.
Aren't we all clowns?