Self love is tricky. It sounds simple. It sounds like an easy thing to do. It sounds as if there are a bunch of cliches that get shared around on social media.
It sounds as if it’s about working out, eating right, drinking water, and getting plenty of sleep.
In fact, self love is pretty much like this:
“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
Every once in a while we all have to face what might seem as an impossible task. Truth be told, there isn’t a single person on this world who, when faced with the impossible, can’t recognize it, but at the same time, there isn’t a single person on this planet who can accept it.
But the way we react to the impossible ultimately depends on how much we want to conquer it. We might accept the challenge or we might give up without a fight. You see, when we feel we don’t have enough time to complete a certain task, we tell ourselves it’s impossible. If something hasn’t been done before, it’s impossible. We’ve got a million rules and laws that tell us how this world works. And we label what we don’t understand as “impossible.” Continue reading
“It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.” — John Steinbeck
We are born soft. Not weak, but with a certain sweetness deep inside our souls. As kids, we feel invincible in our desire to discover the world, to conquer it, to become who we want to be.
Nothing seems impossible. Nothing is out of reach.
But then we grow up and most often than not, we grow weary of others. We try to be like them, we want them to like us, we want to be accepted…
“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds” – Edward Abbey
They say the top of the world is a lonely place. They also say it’s a dangerous place to be, mostly because, even though the view is amazing, you can’t really see how high you’ve climbed.
But maybe it’s all an illusion. Maybe we never reach the top, we just think we do. Maybe life’s just a road, and there are no destinations: an endless journey towards an imaginary destination. When it’s good, when it feels good, we’re on top; the world is ours. When it’s bad, really bad, we’ve reached rock bottom. And we want to go up, where nothing can hurt us anymore.
Let me ask you a simple question: the easy way or the hard way? The shortcut or that crooked, winding, lonesome, and dangerous trail? The struggle or the victory? What makes you really happy?
To paraphrase Hemingway, the goal is not to be better than anyone else, but to become better than your former self.
Because the truth is that there’s someone out there who’s better than you at anything you can imagine. It’s just how it is.
You can as competitive as you like, but you’ll only become bitter whenever you’ll be defeated.
The trick is to compete with yourself. To outgrow who you used to be, to push past your own limits and fears.
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” – John 1:1
In a way, everything that ever exists in this world was first a word. What you call the Universe is made up of words, not atoms. The people you have loved and lost you keep alive by using words.
What you think you are, what others think of you… words.
What you tell yourself, what you tell others… words.
If words didn’t exist, we wouldn’t be much. Maybe we wouldn’t be anything at all. Continue reading
“Above all else, it is about leaving a mark that I existed: I was here. I was hungry. I was defeated. I was happy. I was sad. I was in love. I was afraid. I was hopeful. I had an idea and I had a good purpose and that’s why I made works of art.” – Felix Gonzales-Torres
When we think of human needs we think in terms of hunger, cold, thirst, the need for shelter, or for human connection.
Something like that.
We don’t think that we have this paradoxical relationship with death… our own brevity scares us so much that we want at least a small part of us to endure… we want to stand at the edge of the abyss and shout out at the darkness that our own mortality will not diminish our light…
We also feel most alive when closest to death. Continue reading