New Years is coming soon, and it is kind of fascinating. We invented a celebration based on how many rounds around the sun we made; in our minds, a new year brings along new hopes: Hope that the next turn around the sun will carry less mistakes, less hurts, less disappointments. That we will find our calling, our ideal career, our soulmate, or the perfect movie story that will entertain us forever until the next one comes out. We make promises and resolutions, we look back at what we accomplished, and we tell ourselves next year will be better. It is quite silly, but it is fun, and it keeps us going.
For many this is a season of decisions, of delineating goals and how to work on them. For most of these people, it also stops there, and life will go on as normal next year… which is ok, at least we can be consoled by thinking that if we wanted to, things would be different. Continue reading Resolution of Love
I really pay attention to people, details, things they say and things they do and what they are saying with their eyes. I have noticed that people live their lives in very different tones, even when practically speaking they may be doing the same thing. What do I mean by tones? Shades, intensity of color and light and saturation. A friend of mine would call it their “frequency“. One person does everything with intensity, he is into business talk, he has goals, he has a purpose and a direction and he does not see what happens outside of the line between him and his goal. Another person does not seem to have ambitions, yet she also seems to be fine: she has a job, friends and family, and that is pretty much what life is about. She does not spend much time thinking about anything beyond. Yet another person is in constant change, one time doing this, another time doing that, without care for what others think or to what is expected.
What makes one angry makes the other laugh, what makes one turn away, makes another come forward. One person tries to lead life, the other person follows where life leads — and most of us are strange animals in between. Continue reading The Weight We All Carry