On one hand, I completely understand the desire of the people close to you to always see us happy and soaring. But, on the other hand, a person cannot constantly remain in a blissful state. Those who are constantly smiling are called idiots for a reason. Not an idiot will inevitably experience periods of decline and moments of weakness.
Actually, everything I'm going to write about has long been written and said many times in various forms. I won't say anything new for the world. But all of this is new to me. No, not that we can throw an order into the Universe and it will return as reality. What's new to me in this process is the amazing, unfamiliar sensation of realization at some deep level of how it actually works.
Osho once elaborated quite well in one of his books (and it's known that most, if not all, of his books are nothing but transcripts of his speeches) about how "The giver should be grateful." He gave an example of a rich man who brought a bag of money to some guru.
I'm not talking about wearing pants backward or sleeping upside down. I'm talking about the discomfort within. Since growth is always associated with stepping out of the familiar cozy 'comfort zone', in order to grow, you need to always (or at least most of the time, outside of sleep) feel the challenge.
It's a bit strange how the meaning of the well-known phrase 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions' has been so twisted… Well, you can't possibly interpret it so literally! The essence of it is not that if you have good intentions, you'll inevitably end up in hell… And it's certainly not about how every good intention harbors a bunch of bad ones…
Survival
Almost constant worry – about various issues: whether there will be enough money, whether the spouse will leave, whether the spouse will cheat, whether the children will get sick, whether I will start aging earlier, whether I will be perceived as ugly, whether I will gain weight, whether I will lose potency, whether I will be fired, whether I will recoup my investment, whether my partner will back out of the deal, whether there will be a bad harvest, whether the oil price will spike…
I have been contemplating how to arrange things so that both love and pigeons, well, you know what I mean…
I approached it from the perspective of the space of possibilities. As is known (I don't know about you, but for me – yes), we live in a space of possibilities – infinite ones – and we each choose from them according to our thoughts and feelings.
Of course, I had to consider it from various aspects, practice, study it in depth, and test it practically at the deepest level - in my life, in communication with people, and in the business process, I had to break through several stumbling blocks.
I decided to put together a few storylines for possible screenplays....
Action/Crime
Actors: Tom Cruise, John Travolta, Keira Knightley.
Storyline: A list of a crime participants is created by the crime witness and secretly sent to police. A crime detective Jack (Cruise) who leads this case is captured by a gang. A bad man (Travolta) shows Jack a video of Jack's girlfriend Lisa (Keira).
Life is empty and meaningless. Meanings are invented by ourselves. And only what has passed the test of objective factors—space, time, and continuity—is considered real. EVERYTHING else (which can only be subjectively tested for reality)—feelings, forecasts, fears, hopes, anxieties—is deemed unreal
I'm reading this amazing book by Joe Vitale Zero Limits. Joe is that guy from the movie The Secret who talked about being broke in Dallas for 15 years. And then, bam - suddenly became rich. Well, lots of other cool stuff happened to him too. But this book isn't about how he got rich.
The production of the hormone of happiness is provoked by what is called mindset - thoughts, roughly speaking. In other words, happiness is born in relation. This is a priori. What kind of attitude is needed to be happy and to produce this hormone of happiness.
I had to identify several areas of my life and rate them on a ten-point scale based on how well they were functioning. I found only two areas (out of 10!) that were working better than a 4. On a ten-point scale!
I have been listening to a series of interviews with James Ray, who participated in the movie "The Secret." As always, he gives a lot of analogies, and I love analogies as visuals: I can immediately imagine the mechanism of what is actually happening and remember the metaphorical meaning.
"I wanna know you better," Nick said, turning to his side.
"Yeah? OK, all right. Ask me. Ask me something…. No, actually, just ask me anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything!"
"OK," he lingered as if he wasn't sure he should ask… "But you said 'anything'."
"I sure did."
"Sharon, what happened? Why did you leave so early without waking me up? I'm sorry, I was really tired, slept like a log… I really need to talk to you. Please call me." David pressed the "end call" button.
About an hour ago, Sharon quietly closed the door behind her and slipped out onto the small balcony overlooking the cliff.
How many times should women practically give you ways to seduce them?
Even though I am against any kinds of generalization, there are few categories of women with whom you may pretty much use similar ways to attract them. This very rough and - let's pretend - impossible classification is based on different levels of emotional and intellectual EQs and IQs of the female you would like to charm.
The family, taking advantage of the father's absence, decided to throw away the old bathtub. The father liked it and didn't want to replace it, but he was away on a business trip, and his wife and some of his buddies organized the removal of the bathtub.
"Where did you want to end up?" the technician asked.
"Well, to work," replied Stephan.
"So early to work?" she asked suspiciously.
For some reason, Stephan felt ashamed, as if going to work early was something wrong. In reality, there was nothing unusual about Stephan going to work early. It was just a habit of his. He entered early and left early. Besides, it was more enjoyable for him to work in the morning.
In our modern world, where consumerism often encourages us to accumulate more, embracing minimalism can feel like a breath of fresh air. Yet, parting with belongings we've grown attached to or deeming unnecessary can be emotionally challenging.
This is a translation and some localization of a Russian article by Alexander Borzenkj and Anna Krasilshik, "20 Facebook Commandments" that was originally published on Br.ru.
When I was translating it, I came to realization that because of certain differences in Russian and US cultures some of the following "norms" can not really be applied. But I decided to translate and present all of them anyway.
Have you ever felt intoxicated by such perfumes as Michael, Marc Jacobs, Flora by Gucci, Fragile By Jean Paul Gaultier? These are some of the sexiest women’s scents on the market, and all of them have something in common – one of their main notes is the tuberose. I believe that tuberose creates an unforgettable strong aroma that may not leave anybody indifferent. It allures, it's irresistible, it's hot, it's enchanting.
Even the most beloved person is just a part of my vast, boundless World. To say that they are the entire World means greatly narrowing this boundless World down to just one beloved person. Firstly, it's a conscious global limitation of oneself, depriving oneself of all the possible riches that the World can offer us.
I gave you sunrises, now you give me sunsets. I don't see them. I always miss them. But sometimes I sneak a glance at the sky and sink into this veil of violet on yellow with bright pink flashes and blue cats chasing blue butterflies.
We strongly concentrate our understanding of love as a process directed towards one person, whereas love is a state that is available to us at any moment because life is love. We are not open enough if we allow ourselves to squeeze out a tiny bit of love for one person when we can open up to the whole world.
Once, a human naively assumed himself to be nothing less than the king of nature. No, enough of that! King! Let him be released into the open field, face to face with the king of beasts, and I believe, to our mutual regret, there will be no boundaries because Mr. Lion will devour the imaginary crown-bearer and leave no bones, the scoundrel.
I envisioned the state in which the majority of bottoms (depression, negativity) find themselves as such "hell" (which is not as frightening as it seems). Negative thoughts, fears, doubts, and uncertainty prevail. There's little positivity, although paradise is close, so sometimes there's a flicker of light at the end of the tunnel or even its gentle touch.
Attention. I'm unveiling the existential mystery of existence to the general public. Life is not a given, governed by ironclad rules and possessing its own will. Life is like a piece of clay, obedient in the hands of its creator (me, you, him, her, them, by them, for them, and so on).
Always expect pleasant surprises from yourself, wherever you go.
If failure unexpectedly comes your way, do everything to ignore it, or if that's not possible, convince yourself and everyone else around you that it's just a fluke and will soon pass. After all, any failure is a sure sign that an awesome success is just around the corner!...
On a glorious summer day, I was driving, lost in thoughts about my own complexes, clearly intending to sort them out. I've noticed more than once that as soon as I wish for something and relax, continuing to live as I always have, magically everything comes true.
Many of us perceive happiness differently. Perhaps those who find the simplest forms of satisfaction - money, fame, power - conclude their search. Unfortunately, if humans didn't evolve, I could say, "Thank God!" But eventually, the sources of illusionary happiness acquired by such people will reveal their deceptive nature to others and cease to provide pleasure, and the illusion will collapse.
Love is openness. When the heart is open, there are no defenses, you are laid bare… Such openness implies total trust in the world. And in my life, I've never had problems with such openness.
You wander through the world, touching other people. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it's hot. Sometimes it's cold. Sometimes it's warm and gentle. Sometimes it even seems forever. But time passes, and you're on the move again.
The person who walks towards themselves and does everything to be true to themselves is worthy of respect by definition. It's not an easy path - the path to oneself. And it's not always grateful. A person grows only until they reach a certain spiritual purity and SINCERITY, it's very difficult for them to socialize - to fit in with this world.
He was called the Conductor. In reality, of course, the Conductor had a perfectly human name, and everyone remembered it, but he was called the Conductor, and nothing else. The thing was that the Conductor, though he was a very talented composer, performer, pianist, and much more...
Once upon a time, there lived in the world a Cat named Kitty the Cat, nicknamed Short Tail. In reality, her tail was not only of quite normal, average length but also extraordinarily fluffy and additionally of amazing color.
Closing my eyes. Flashes of light. Multicolored lights of New Year's garlands? Shards of bright flashes make me turn around. I turn my head and see your dear eyes. You watched me sleep. You guarded my sleep, you didn't want to wake me, just wanted to see me bury my nose in the blanket. Listen to my steady warm breath…
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I love our new Manifestation guru Christie Marie Sheldon. She's amazing, and I really like the idea of vibrational workouts. I really enjoyed her audios, even though it's a little bit on a "too much of" irrational side when it comes to guides and talking to them, but that's just me, I guess, may be someday I get in there too…
Once upon a time, there was a man, a very interesting person. His name was Artist. He had everything he could wish for - an incredible job, a loving family, and a stable life. This noble man was pretty much like the others around him - all of them had been living their lives for a very noble purpose - for Respect. Respect meant a lot to all the men in the place where our hero was coming from.
Once Mr. Stanton decided it was time to embark on his writing journey. Having lived a long life and immersed himself in many literary treasures, he felt the urge to create something of his own.
It seems to me that everyone around has his or her own opinion about how the Universe is designed. And I have listened to all their theories - incredibly interesting, of course - and the more I listened to them, the stranger I felt.
Since I believe that the past, present, and future are not some continuation over time, but rather concrete components of the present moment, I began, like a cat with its tongue, to pass through my entire life with thick strokes, straight from childhood, illuminating, like an X-ray, with sunlight all the moments of family and closeness that I experienced, all the signs of lack of love and disconnection in my family.
I remember you. You were a translucent jellyfish, shimmering with air bubbles within your watery body. You soared as the black silhouette of a pelican over the waves of the Atlantic… you fluttered as an iridescent butterfly above my head.
And when the warm orange air spilled sand onto the shore of the Atlantic, I felt the urge to run barefoot through the cool ocean foam, to leap from unexpected waves and squint at the sunset rays. I kicked off my sandals and flew to the water's edge, stepping on rare shells and gray algae that found refuge from the elements on our shore.
The soul is born for song and lightness. This world is full of Love. And I want to whirl in it, as in a dance.
But sometimes—who knows what—little hooks grab me and hold on. And I get stuck in the perplexity of the heart. Am I to blame? Did I do something wrong? Am I scared? Did I consider myself unworthy?
I will wear a dress of mountains. With fluffy, tender blue peaks, I will adorn my head—wrapping it like a silk scarf. My eyes will be painted with the lilac hue of sunset clouds. The fabric of the dress will shimmer with the scarlet and blue of evening reflections, and I'll sprinkle gold sparkles on the hem.