Me, myself and I with your person, yourself and you

I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.

                                                                                                      ~ Kurt Cobain 

      The true nature of someone is always subject to discussion. The way you live your life is always topic for conversation. And because we feel judged and analysed all the time, we so often tend to live life the way other people do.

      Safety in numbers... I think this rule should not apply in this situation. Originality is something we always want. If a dress is an original we pay big cash, if we come across an original painting of some famous painter we put it in expositions and art galleries. We obviously value originality in products, sometimes even to much. So then why do we fear to be original individuals? Why are we so scared to have our own personalities, our own thoughts and ideas, our own strong points and our own faults? Why are we scared to stand alone? Is solitude such an awful thing that we shall avoid it an any cost? Is our fear of loneliness bigger that our desire to be unique? 

      I want to think I'm not afraid. And I also want to think that I'm not alone. I want to see more individuals in the masses. I want to see people that stand up for what they want, people that believe in things just because they like them and they find themselves in them. I want to see people that accept the others fully, with their believes and opinions. I want to see groups of people, that even though they are together they are still individuals. I want a world in which everybody can scream their believes out loud without anybody judging them for what they are.

      There is a specific beauty in being unique. In being the only one. It may seem lonely sometimes, but knowing that you have something  no one else have is greater than the loneliness. Or so I hope.  I do try to be original. I do try to show myself to the people as I truly am. Because if you put on masks and go into the world, then all the connections you make are fake. Those people met someone that doesn't actually exist. How could they trust a mask? How could you actually fully see the world  from behind a mask? 

       In the end there will always be people that hate you, people that judge you. And that's fine. Because if you are true to yourself, if you are 'original' , you will meet other originals and together you can truly bond. And you can truly live. XoXo,m. 

Before we live in glory, we must live in pain

I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now

 and live the rest of your life as a champion.'

                                                                                             ~Muhammad Ali

            Life of a champion always looks so amazing. He has the glory, the fame, the happiness. His dream came true and he is in that place where he wanted to be as a child. His life is perfect. At least it looks like it. And maybe it's not. But for him it may be as close to perfection as it ever will get. Everybody sees perfection different. But in order to achieve it we all need to do the same simple thing: suffer.

            Suffering is such an interesting process. It can come in so many ways that is really rare when two people suffer identical. And even when the suffering happens to two or more people, it can still be different.

            Some people are sad when they lose a toy or an object. Some get really worked up when an insignificant relationship ends or other suffer when their favourite TV show ends. Some people get upset when their favourite celebrity does something upsetting or when they have troubles in school.

            At the same time there are people that suffer from hunger, poverty or physical or mental abuse. There are people that are stabbed on their way back from a date. There are people that get raped only because there are people that are just mean. There are people that suffer from an incurable disease that came into their lives when they least expected it. There are people born with illnesses that isolate them from the world in a way or another. There are people that get abused by their own parents. They don't feel safe in their own houses, the only places that should always feel the safest.   

            So are the first problems less important than the second ones? Should we say to the first people that they exaggerate and should suck it up and move on, just because there are people that are less fortunate  than them? Should we take care of the last ones and ignore the others?

            I don't think so. I think we should take care of both of them in equal measures. They all suffer and they all have their on crosses to carry. And I'm going as far as to say that, maybe, the last category are a bit luckier. 

Don't get me wrong, is horrible what they have to put up with. There should never be such suffer in this world, but this world is no utopia. Things are far from perfect. But the people that suffer much in the beginning will be the strongest. 

Eventually they will find a way to get out of their personal hell. They will survive and get well again. They will gather the pieces and put themselves back together. And next time when life will slap them in the face, they will be prepared and strong enough to handle it.

The others may not be so lucky. Or they may be.

You never know with life. It sometimes hits the same person till they break beyond repair. Or sometimes it hits once, makes you stronger, and moves on.

Last Sunday a really good and dear friend of mine took me to the church he goes every Sunday. It was so different from what I expected and for the first time in my life I really liked a service. As a given they were talking about resurrection. And one person said that in order for us to fully enjoy the resurrecting power, we need to die. Before we can feel true happiness and joy, we need to suffer. Before we can fully understand how beautiful life is, we need to see how ugly it can get. 

I think that whatever makes us sad and hurts us is suffering. But all the suffering that we face makes us a little bit stronger. It makes life more bearable in the end. 

There may be a lot of stormy days in a row sometimes, but in the end the sun will shine. And it will shine so much brighter and harder and we will enjoy it so much more, just because we lived without it for a long time. 

            So, no matter what, keep going. Keep a joyful smile on your face, happiness in your mind, love in your heart and have hope that tomorrow will be better. And never forget the lessons that you learn while suffering. Because those dark moments are the ones that truly make us champions. XoXO,m. 

          

A look into my future, probably

"If you're not careful the newspapers will have you hating the people

who are being oppressed and loving the people who are 

doing the oppressing"

                                                                 - Malcolm X

Oh, the journalists. Powerful creatures. They stay behind their computers and type little stories. Stories that present facts, facts that affect in a way or another most of us. They type, most of them having no idea as to how much they influence their readers minds and perspectives. A good journalist, working for a good newspaper, can have the same power as a preacher. He can dictate people's decisions, the way they see and judge the world around them. 

So yeah, they are strong. Strong enough to make you see a dictator as a saviour, to make a victim feel like they are to blame for what happen to them.

And considering these factors what is the difference between a good journalist and a great one? In my opinion is the way you manage this power. You need to make sure that the facts you present are as true as possible. Your words are food for your readers minds.

As for me, the one that wants to become a journalist, I hope I'll manage to always stay true to myself and to write just the truth. I want to change the world, I want to make people see things as they really are, but I will never change the facts if i have a choice. 

The newspapers are the daily bibles and the journalists are today's gods. Use that power carefully  or the people will suffer. XoXo,m. 

 

Wasting time

"You can't leave footprints in the sands of time if you're sitting on your butt. And who wants to leave buttprints in the sands of time?"

 What are we doing with our time? Are we wasting it? How bad is it for our life to waste time? I think that wasting time is not a bad idea, but you must not overdo it.But lately I realize that I waste a lot of my free time and this has a bad influence on my attitude and mood. So I took a decision: I'm not going to make buttprints on the sands of time any longer. 

 This is a post of self motivation that I intend to fallow and respect. From this day on I will stop waste time unnecessary. 

  

Happy 4th of september

 

~A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of  nature~ 

                                                                                                                          

Friend. Comrade. Mate. Buddy. Pal. Chum. Simple words, big meaning. True Friends, bffs. What exactly does this mean? What make a person your friend? Maybe a friend is that person that will always know the right thing to say to you when you're down, and they are there to bring you down to earth when you are to enthusiastic. They will always make you lol even though just a minute ago you were crying your soul out. Their smile is giving you strength all the time and you never have enough hugs from them. When they phone you just when you thought about them. They understand your silly talking and even respond to it. They never get mad when you call them while they are watching their favorite series. You get along in the eyes and have your own private world. You exchange habits from one another and don't even notice. The cruel truth that the whole time in the universe is not enough for you to discuss everything. They are the only persons in the world that saw your true self, with good and bad. They are the only people that can make your crazy side come out, because only they are pretty crazy to handle you then.With them you can have silent conversations and share happy moments and sad moments. When you fight with them over silly things like it's national security issues, but end up finding something else being better than both things. They are the only people you are unable to stay mad more than 5 seconds, and all the make ups must be celebrate. True Friends are not people  with common interests, they are one person, with only one mind, one heart and one spirit that live in  different bodies. When you have this kind of people in your life, you are the richest person in the universe.

 

This is dedicate to my little pepper and lady d. You are the cream in my coffee, the soundtrack of my life, the stars on my walk of fame, the chocolate on my cake and today we celebrate one year of  unimagined, absurd, crazy, wonderful, magnificent and beautiful Friendship. I hope we reach our 50th anniversary.

Also this is for all of you that have that or those special one/s and don't know how to thank them. Just smile, trust me, they'll understand. XOXO,m. 

Ways...

"Sorry, I'm late.I got lost on the path of life. " 

How easy it  is to get lost in life, to forget who you are. All the things that are around us are made to destruct us from our purpose. But just think for a second at what matters in life. And  if you do so you'll see that the journey is really more important than the objective. So just for a second, let's just get lost in our lives and truly look. And see the fresh rained streets in a crowded city, the blossomed trees in spring, the old couple walking in the park, the baby that's making his first steps, the boy that just stole a kiss from his girlfriend, the father that's watching his little girl grow up and leave him to make her own life, the mother that's kindly and silently  watching over her family so that everybody will be happy. Observe the people under the Christmas lights, the vibrant pulse of the city at 1 p.m. and the peaceful sound of a village. See the farmer sweat under the burning sun while he's planting the seeds for a new harvest, see the happy faces of children playing in the salt water at the beach. Those are just a few things that you loose while you're running to the finish line. It's true that you must focus on the things you want in life, but achieving them without enjoying the trip would be in vain. So, just  for a little, sit down on a bench and watch. If you do so it won't matter if you're late 'cuz from time to time it's recommended to get lost in life's ways. XOXO,m.         

How did it get so late so soon?

How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flew. How did it get so late so soon?

                                                                                                                    -Dr. Seuss

Critical times. Finish lines. Moments that you wish they never come. Even though every ending is a new start, I hate when time comes and I have to say goodbye to something or someone. The feelings that invade me at that moment are so different and still they are perfect together. I feel happy 'cuz I got to live such a unique and wonderful experience in which I might have meet extraordinary people and see beautiful places. But as the closing moment approach I start to feel melancholic.And that's how it all starts. Regrets that I didn't do all the things that crossed my mind, I didn't take full advantage of the situation starts to make way into my mind and heart and than I wish from the bottom of my heart to go back in time.But I can't. And I don't need to. 'Cuz even though we feel we didn't do enough we actually did. That was what we had to do at that time, in that situation. We didn't loose time, we actually took advantage of it as much as we could. Even though i know that and i keep telling me that, it still doesn't stop the melancholy. But it's alright. That feeling just tells me that I'm a person that hungers for more and this is not a bad thing.It will always be hard to say goodbye but I will go over it.So don't hate TIME .Even though most of the time he looks like he is the bad guy, always hurrying to pass, he still brings new things in our life.And new things in our lives are miracles waiting to happened. ~So look back and smile, look ahead and hope, look at you and always enjoy.~ XOXO,m.