The sunny side of life

I just read an article advocating extreme moderation that came just in time. Lately I am trying to settle a quarrel that has been going on for a while now between the voice that says that I’m a spoiled princess that does not want to face life’s hardships, and the other voice (probably the spoiled princess’ :p ) that says I have struggled enough and I am at a point in my life where knowing my skills and my worth allow me to not do the things that I don’t want to do. Of course all jobs have up sides and down sides, but I’m not talking about those. I’m talking about having to do something that my whole being revolts against.

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Now I’m wondering who’s voice is the one fighting for me to suck it up. Is it society? In the competitive world that we are living easy is shameful. And I feel guilty every time I look around and realize I have a pretty easy life. I haven’t always had it, but now I do. And I feel guilty for enjoying my own life. WtF?!? This is the point where the article shed some light. We live in a competitive world where everything is being pushed to extremes. Whether work or leisure, it has to be extraordinary. And I just don’t want extraordinary. I want to enjoy my hobbies whenever I feel like it, not excelling at them, just play around. I wanna have time to waste. My best ideas come while being a bit bored. I want to enjoy the loved one’s company just for the sake of being around them. We don’t need to do anything special, we don’t need to focus and plan on quality time. Sharing a smile, giving a hug, listening to someone talking the language that comes natural for them to build the bridge of communication, that is just enough.

Who’s voice is the one saying it has to be hard to be true. That is has to be earned to have value. I haven’t earned my husband, but been swept away by him. I haven’t earned my mind, still it is precious for the way it works. Trust me, this is beyond practice, it’s native. I haven’t earned my blue eyes, still they are one of my best features. I haven’t earned my loving parents. The list can go on, an they are all things of great value in my life. We have been thought somewhere along the way that receiving is bad. Charity is shameful and all that we receive instead of earning is charity.

How about we start receiving things with a graceful thank you. How about we stop evaluating and measuring and just stay in the present. How about we stop making amends and compromise and instead stay true to ourselves? If this is the Princess that doesn’t want to face life’s hardships, then I ‘ll go with her, thank you. There are enough wrong things in this world for me to stand in line for that. I’ll just go stand in the other line where there is joy and laughter. I’ve made my choice.

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Despre singuratate si libertate

“Singuratatea e mai grea intr-un loc in care nu ai amintiri din copilarie, in care n-ai un trecut comun cu nimeni.” – Ilica Bernea, Numele tau si alte erezii

Ciudat, eu simt exact invers. Acel trecut e ca o casa cu fantome care ma tine p
rizoniera. Mi-a luat mult sa reusesc sa-l asez intr-o oarecare siguranta, de unde sa nu-si mai poata intinde tentaculele pana la mine.

Singurateate totala pe care am experimentat-o in Bucuresti cand m-am mutat acolo nu doar ca n-a fost grea, dimpotriva, a fost eliberatoare pana la paroxism. Dintr-o data eu, desi la momentul respectiv nu intelegeam toate astea, nu mai eram creatia altora – bunici, parinti, prieteni, parteneri, comunitate, metalitate specifica. In Bucuresti, trecutul pare ca nu apuca niciodata sa se formeze, se dizolva imediat ce este atins┬áde trecerea timpului. Imi place asta la nebunie, faptul ca nu-si lasa pata pe lumea materiala ca sa fie vazuta si revazuta mereu de mine si de oricine altcineva, sa ocupe un spatiu pe care sa nu poti pune nimic altceva pentru ca s-ar pata. Tot ceea ce ramane din el este doar si doar in interiorul meu, pur, personal si intim. Usor ca razele soarelui care ma incalzesc si-mi lumineaza calea. Soarele care ma face mereu sa ma simt usoara,

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plina de viata si de entuziasm.

Insa in Bucuresti, acum prezentul a devenit ploios, greu si extrem de limitant, blocant chiar. N-as sti sa spun cum s-a intamplat asta sau de ce. Cred ca prea multa libertate te poate bloca. Prea mult din orice, naste nevoia de echilibru, la fel cum ideea de echilibru nu poate exista in lipsa extremelor. Probabil ca cine sunt eu, cine am aflat despre mine singura ca sunt, are acum nevoie de un cadru la care sa se raporteze. Acum, ca interiorul meu a devenit atat de vast incat si-a pierdut marginile si mi-am interiorizat libertatea transpusa intr-un Bucuresti care m-a invatat cum sa fac asta, am nevoie ca exteriorul, locul in care traiesc, sa-si arate granitele pentru ca acum stiu ca ele nu sunt si nu au fost niciodata fixe, ci sunt doar repere.

Dupa 5 ani petrecuti in Bucuresti, acum, in orasul meu natal, in care am revenit de curand pentru a ramane, prezentul nu mai e sufocant, nu ma mai simt prizoniera, iar de-acum ceea ce va forma trecutul este presarat prin lumea intreaga, prin fiecare calatorie, prin fiecare noua experienta si descoperire, care nu-mi sunt prizonierele orasului, ci traiesc in libertatea interiorului meu, o lume vasta, fara margini. Pana de curand asta nu a fost posibil. De fiecare cand reveneam, pentru cateva zile, era mereu la fel, trecutul navalea peste mine si aveam impresia ca fantomele lui distrug cu suflarea lor putreda orice as fi putut creea nou si doar al meu, imi fura orice incercare dand-o unei alteritati nenumite. Nu-mi dadeau voie sa mai exist. Fiecare drum de intoarcere in Bucuresti imi permitea ragazul de a ma rematerializez in realitatea mea, nu a altcuiva.
Din fericire, a trecut suficient de mult timp ca acest oras natal sa devina un puzzle nou care abia incepe sa se formeze. Iar piesele vechi care insista sa se interpuna cateodata le voi strange si le voi da drumul in rau, sa le duca apa in depozitul potentialitatilor dintr-o alta lume, o dimensiune in care trecutul inca nu s-a format si ar putea folosi acele piese pentru a se creea in mod total diferit.

Despre viitor simt ca nu pot sa spun inca nimic. Pare ca acesta inca nu poata fi legat de un loc, nici macar de cel interior. Si, cumva, dupa cat de tare am obosit incercand sa intrevad si sa infaptuiesc viitorurile pe care mi le-am imaginat, asta pare linistitor. Deocamdata…

Who are you when you are in love?

“Is it only when you are in love with another person that you see them as they really are? And in the ordinary way when you are not in love with people, you see only a fragmented version of that being? Because when you are in love with someone you do indeed see them as a divine being and suppose that’s what they are truly. And your eyes have by you beloved been open, in which case your beloved is serving to you as a kind of guru, an initiator. […] or you could put it this way, which is another aspect of it; that by falling in love and by falling in love not just as a sort of sexual infatuation, cause it’s always more than that, isn’t it? […] But when you fall in love it’s much more serious involvement. You just cannot forget this person, you feel miserable when not in their presence, you’re always yearning: let’s see more of each other, let’s get together, we’re completely entangled. Then, you see, a kind of what I call, spiritual element has been introduced.[…] Falling in love is a thing that strikes like lightening and is therefor extremely analogous to the mystical vision.” – Alan Watts

 

Falling in love makes you get out of your comfort zone, explore new things, discover new worlds. When you are in love you are more open to adventure, to learn new thin
gs. You seem to be a whole different person. But are you, really?
Or is it just that when you are in love you see yourself through the eyes of the person who is in love with you, and you let yourself really be free in all your aspects because you are just as perfect and whole as they see you and as you have always felt deep inside that you are? Continue reading “Who are you when you are in love?”

Free from the box

I’m reading a book these days called “Your name and other heresies” by a Romanian writer, Ilinca Bernea. At some point in the beginning she talks about what makes a woman ugly:

“What is ugliness? It is something that happens to you. You are told: you are a smart girl, since you are small you are conditioned, like a lab rat, to be a prizewinning pupil and to despise all the airs and frills of a woman. For once. It is the way others see you by dint of what you were programed to convey. It is the way you come to see yourself through the self education you got from the outside. It is a blend of shyness, inhibition and shame of your own image and physical identity.” […] “To resume: ugliness is taming”

And I was wondering how many women feel like that? How many of us have been told in childhood or early adolescence that we are not beautiful, but we are kind, or smart or whatever. Bottom line, we are not beautiful. There is no sense in pursuing Continue reading “Free from the box”

Who are you trying to please?

Who are you trying to please? Just take a moment and think about it before you proudly say “No one but myself!” or just bow your head and sadly mutter “Everyone!” as if you had an incurable disease. Just think about if for a moment. We are all trying to please someone, even if it’s just a critical voice in our heads that we internalized at some point and developed it way beyond the cruelty of reality. We are trying to please our parents because we care for them and we don’t want to see them hurt. We are trying to please our girl/boyfriends because our happiness depends on them. Or so we think. We are trying to please our close friends because we want them in our lives.


Everyone we are trying to please is a person we want in our lives. Have you ever asked yourself if the ones that you want in your life, want you in their lives? And if they really do want you in their lives, do you think they would just leave you so easily because you don’t please them? How about if they do leave because they don’t feel like you are giving them all they want? What then? What would you have lost? Someone who knows how to ask but does not know how to really Continue reading “Who are you trying to please?”

Confessing into change

For a very long time now I have refused to show and talk about my feelings or explain myself to anyone who is not extremely close to me. Extremely close are only my husband and my best friends. Even from them I am sometimes hiding how I feel, especially when I think they might be influenced in taking a decision. Do you know why that happens? Because I truly believe that expressing your feelings has a manipulative purpose. I know with my conscious mind that is not always true. But I still have not been able to really convince myself of the fact.


I grew up with a parent figure that used feelings to get us kids to do things. Then I was in a relationship for ten years where he would use emotional blackmail and emotional manipulation on a daily basis. He would withdraw his Continue reading “Confessing into change”

The magical place of Elsewhere

At one point in my life there was this elsewhere that started sounding so promising. Elsewhere was a place where I could find my dream. It was the place where I could do whatever needed to be done to fulfill my dream. Elsewhere was a place where I would feel useful. Or a place where I could start over, a place where no one knows me giving me the chance to be who I really am. Or the place I could go to just be someone else. Elsewhere was always this magical place that is not here where I felt stuck. Here where I felt like I was hitting a wall no matter where I turned, here where there was nothing new to do, no one new to meet.
I tried running to this elsewhere. Whether it was a different town or a whole different country. It was all good because of the novelty of the place, but it kept me hooked on the outside, so what I needed to find about myself, or become, or change within me, I could not do it. I felt just as stuck. Maybe even more. The walls transformed into language barrier, culture barrier, not knowing the place, not knowing where to start anything that I would have wanted to do. It was all very beautiful, exciting and very alien.
But there was something else that all these “eslewheres” gave me. I didn’t find myself, I din’t find my dream and did not suddenly transform into a whole new person. But instead I learned Continue reading “The magical place of Elsewhere”