I have this strange custom. Every morning I like to go to the park and sit on the same bench and just gaze at the sun. For as long as I can, until my neck starts aching or my head starts hurting. If someone else is sitting on the bench, I stroll around the park until they leave.
One winter morning, something happened.
A woman was standing in the middle of the frozen lake, her feet struggling to keep her body balanced. It’s been so long since that moment that I forgot what she looked like. But I remember that she had a beautiful smile.
She was in love, that I am sure of.
“Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.”
— Antonio Machado
The traveller sat down on a sand dune and saw nothing. He heard nothing. He feared the worst. He had reached a truly godforsaken place: a vast, mournful pan of emptiness where anything sentient resented anything else that was alive. Every sun-scoured scrap of fauna had barbs, hooks or thorns, every animal had poison, paw or claw. Scorpions scuttled and snakes hissed and slithered while they went about their grisly business of survival. Even sand was an enemy. It burned his feet raw, it stinged his eyes and acted as a surrogate for pain.
His skin felt like scraped by sandpaper, his tongue was cloven to the roof of his mouth. His eyes felt like they’d melted into the back of his mind, making everything seem mirage-like. He knew he was alone, abandoned, and doomed. A colourless heat haze had blurred out the background and his vision had become myopic.
Yet, through the silence, through the nothing, something throbbed, something gleamed. Continue reading
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven…” – John Milton, Paradise Lost
Have you ever met someone who, objectively speaking, has it all, yet they are miserable, depressed, anxious? Have you ever met someone who is constantly seeking out problems, creating issues where they don’t exist, overreacting, overthinking, and spending most of their time trying to identify what exactly is wrong with their lives?
Have you ever met someone who could be happy and fulfilled if only they’d give up on a bad habit or addiction? Yet, even though they ask for help and always talk about changing their ways, they never do so. Continue reading
“If people knew how hard I had to work to gain my mastery, it would not seem so wonderful at all.”
― Michelangelo Buonarroti
Choupette, Karl Lagerfeld’s cat, could inherit her owner’s fortune, after his death yesterday at the age of 85.
Now, people are usually quick to dismiss this as some sort of eccentric behavior of the rich and famous, but… I urge you to imagine the life of someone who’s closest connection was with a cat. A cat. And someone with quite a lot of money and influence and status and all that…
I think this is the reason envy is such a stupid thing. You can have all the money in the world, yet no one loves you. You can be the hardest worker in the room, yet no one genuinely trusts you. You can have a great career, and be miserable in your love life.
For everything we gain, we must sacrifice something else.
Do you want to conquer the world? Odds are you will die young, tired, broken, defeated and alone by the weight of the world constantly pressing on your shoulders. Continue reading
“It wasn’t only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding; above all, it was the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you.” – Ian McEwan
They say the biggest distance between two people is misunderstanding. It creates this gap between people. Or is it a wall? And it’s frustrating, isn’t it? It does make you feel as if you’re alone, the only one who thinks and says and acts in a certain way.
And by feeling so don’t we diminish others as well? Don’t we fail to understand that even though they are different, they’re still inherently the same as us? And they deserve to be treated the same way we’d like to be treated.
I don’t know, it’s a difficult question to answer.
But could you hate someone if you knew why they do what they do? If you could truly understand them? Their thoughts? Their feelings? Know their past? Their struggles? What they want? What they have lost? Continue reading
Your brain is kinda dumb. I mean, all it’s trying to do is keep you alive. It’s incredibly good at it. Food, shelter, sex…
That’s why the plethora of mental issues we’re struggling with as we try to navigate through what our brains consider to be unhealthy and complicated lifestyles.
Is the goal to survive? I’d like to think that our goal is to thrive. Survival is weak. Survival has become increasingly easy.
Or better yet. Think of it this way: do you want to be the hero of your own story? Your life’s story? You’d be surprised at how many people act as if they are the villains of their own stories, or a minor character. No. You can write your own story, and you better live a life that is worth writing about and worth listening to. Continue reading
“There are too many of us and we are all too far apart.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
I’m writing these words with the knowledge that people from around the world are going to read them. People of all ages, ethnic and cultural backgrounds, of different religious beliefs. Most of them, I’ll never get a chance to meet. Most of them, I don’t know how they look like, what’s the thing they want most in this world, or what is it that they’re afraid of… most of them are perfect strangers to me. Continue reading