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Nobody is as hard on you as you are.
That’s where the root of suffering lies.
Stop pushing yourself like that. There are no grades, no mean teachers behind you.
You don’t own all the problems of the world. Others were born on the same day as you were too.
Allow yourself to accept yourself.
Don’t wait for the end of the week to remember your freedom. Don’t wait for holidays to do what you like most. Balance between working time and playing time means they are both equally important. Work prizes should not be associated with pain and struggle. Play prizes bring more joy and your soul knows why. Honor the time you need to adjust to things. You are not a robot, you can’t endlessly push buttons.
You don’t have to worry about everything today, leave some for tomorrow too.
Give yourself the time to understand whatever you need to understand.
If you knew how wonderful you are, by just being you, at least two hundred self-help businesses would go out of business. Imagine that power.
Stop keeping your self in a prison of guilt, blame, shame. Forget all the reasons you ever felt those feelings for. Get a break. Get a drink. Breathe. Breathe long.
Be silent. Watch a water flow. Dream. Become friends with yourself again. Stay in the sun a little longer. Let yourself be carried by a thing: a feeling, an embrace, a wave, a breeze.
Don’t misuse your agenda and notebook. They are here to remind you of things, so that you don’t have to keep that information active in your mind all at once. They were not invented to imprison you in a ceaseless race, on a perpetuum of hundreds of tasks.
Repeat after me: “No”.
Make coffee. Make tea. Put a song on and just lay back for 5 minutes. Don’t look at your phone. Don’t check your emails. Don’t tweet about how great this song is. If the phone rings, let it ring. You can call back after you’re done with your moment. You don’t owe anything to anybody.
Take this moment for yourself. Take it now. Because no one else will for you.
Life is not meant to be dictated by others, by fear, or by pain.
Give yourself permission to choose only the easy things today.
Make memories. Feel happiness. Don’t restrict, expand the moments, and expand yourself with them.
Leave some room for life to grow branches.
Leave some questions unanswered.
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A time for every color of your past, the silence of what is too insignificant to last.
Woke up to the dry howling of the wind and thought about how we lost the sun again today. Cussed at the making of the Universe, the Earth and the cosmos, and the distance between the planets and the stars, this distance which makes it easier, or harder to go on, for us small creatures, …and at the frail making of my bones, which never loved cold, but which have always been loved by it. It found a space to thrive and dwell, to tell its stories once again. About how structures of this plane crack inside and lose their shape under its weight, how the light travels faster, the minutes grow longer, and love gets easier, because in these silent times there are not so many directions to take so easily anymore. “You’re not welcome here”. But the cold is always deaf.
Slowed down by the weight of my clothes and my thoughts, I roll my steps on the salty ice dust, to meet my brief destiny of today. The cold now sits on the branches of this plane, ruling the morning still, stretched like a thin, poisonous, invisible octopus over the trapped memories, inside the evidence of the past warm rays.
The road ahead changed overnight into a white mystery, a visual spectacle for an audience who will never get the pains that make it. A rare chance to experience the frozen energy field around each and every leaf, the trace of the blizzard stamped on the trees.
Eternal paradox of the snowflake melted by the very warmth of the joy it brings.