The “If” factor – be a bit happier now and here.

{ January 25, 2010 @ 9:11 pm } · { personal development }
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The “If” factor – be a bit  happier now and here.

“If I had better circumstances, I would stop procrastinating, If I had a different life I would be happier, If I had a different job I would be better off…”

and the list can go on as far as your thoughts can run until you find yourself dried up.

You may feel that it’s just you in this , but let me tell you that there are millions, billions of individuals just like you in this loop of thinking, why? Because that’s social conditioning, that’s the belief everyone has been suckered into, we have been taught to grow from outside, instead of inside out.

How many people do you think there is who think they’d be far more better if they win the lottery? This is a typical example of the “if factor”, the reality is that you can win it, yes, though your chances are slim, it happens everyday, someone in this planet wins it, okey, so what next? He starts buying the things he always wanted to, would share a bit with the people he loves, maybe do some charity, give money away….

There is some little detail which comes unnoticed though: this doesn’t involve a change in consciousness, this doesn’t require to re-think and reform your values, and within a matter of time you will find yourself craving and desiring something holding the false promise your life will be better, you have just recreated the “if factor”, you are into the hole again, don’t you see the pattern?.

Yes Mr X , let’s call him , won the lottery and I am sure he enjoyed it at some point, and felt happy and all that stuff. After a time, he went to feel again something missing, or realized some issue it had been neglected and it needs attention now.

And what about what it was happening meanwhile the time he is been thinking and wishing, time has been running non-stop since, and things have been passing by, what about the things he missed?, “Life is what happens meanwhile you are busy doing plans” this is a quote, and it’s so true.

You may be feeling like Mr X by now, don’t worry, just join the club , the good news is that, in the same way time can be as cruel as you want it to believe it, there will always be a moment where you can reset and start again,right here, right now, you can’t stop or turn back, it’s like a canvas, once it’s white it starts to be filled as you go along, you can’t delete it, but you can stop and start shifting your ideas, your consciousness and see what comes along after.

After all, something happened or something you did at some point that got where you are now right? You have found yourself in the routine of conditional thinking aka “the if factor”What makes you think you have to be like this forever? Social conditioning and brought up believes most likely, but you have the last word , and the power to re-program and start creating what you always wanted, and don’t think you are going to be far more better off “IF This changes, if I get out of here , if….”

The basic idea is, “if” involves condition, if you go to a grammar book, you will see that “if” is a conditional conjugation to express conditions which hasn’t’ happened yet

“if” prompts to struggle with your brain to try and think new ways to obtain or achieve that, if involves using your imagination, meanwhile the solution is still there, as it has always been , like some sort of thing that it’s so obvious none pays attention to it.

Right here right now, your life is standing in front of you, at whatever you are doing, wherever you are and thinking about what it can happen if it’s happen, the present moment is being sacrificed for something that it only lives inside your little head.

“I have found most of the things I have worried about in my life, they never happened anyway”

You choose to content yourself with what you are now, where you are now, what you have now, and think of this , as the result of what you have been doing or haven’t been doing, and the result of your believes, you never saw yourself in many situations that you are now, however here is you, and you never said “if X happens, I will be “Y”, don’t you think?.

It is amazing how things in our life unfold, they never happen how we imagined it,

Please, Please, Please don’t you beat yourself by giving conditional thoughts, by thinking you are better if something else would be added to your life. Only now exists, you have been doing the best you could according to the experience and knowledge you had till this moment, at some point something happens within you , and suddenly all changed, it could be something you read, something you heard, something your inner voice said in your head…

Some change in awareness, in consciousness , it happened and magically everything shifted to ways you never thought possible, in this same way, content yourself for how everything turned out to be till now, because that is the only thing which has been real and happening, the rest was just in your head, it’s quite simple, you can only be happy by contenting yourself in this moment, if you think what you have right now is definitely not for you, don’t worry ,it’s going to change, you just have to wait and stop “the if factor loop”.

You are happy , and the moment you start wondering why you are or why you aren’t , you stop being happy.

And if the if factor comes to the stage, and the if wants to believe the promises and rewarding it says it brings along, but the real life is just in front of you, time waits for none.

Rejoice now, answers come alone, by their own assistance, you don’t need to ask, there’s no failure only feedback.

I hope this post may have helped you to open your mind to new ideas about improving the quality of your life, and helped you to change consciousness, because I believed that everything in life counts, from the smallest to the biggest, and everything you experiment is a reflection of what is inside you, you are what you believe.

The real value of money

{ January 24, 2010 @ 12:14 am } · { Reflections }
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The real value of money

Money is priceless, what an irony, getting money always involves something to pay either by yourself or from someone else, money involves work and work is only work if you’d rather be doing something else
money has no value,
you value whatever you got in exchanging that with money, and behind that is the effort and energy you put to make it possible,that’s the real value, what did you do for money?
money has no owner, it owns you,it cripples your freedom because you must let go of your own will for the sake of being “safe”
money itself is not evil , but the greed and the need you feel to compensate something lacking in your life that money can never bring you
you’re given money, sometimes freely, very often otherwise, what are you really buying or what are you really selling? are you selling your own time for money? are you selling yourself?are you buying the promise of something you have been wishing for?
no matter how much money you hold , every penny is going to slip off your fingers one by one, money comes and goes, it can never stay in someone’s hands forever
people kill for money, people cry for money, people fights and breaks for money
get rid of it, as much as you can, if someone in this world can say money IS the answer to your problem, that someone has a problem.
Money is not prosperity,buying something cannot make you happy, were you unhappy before? there’s abundance of money that you can’t count even with the biggest calculator, still people have no money at all, but there are so many things that existed before money came into the world.
money can get you by temporary, after a time, you end up questioning yourself if it was really worthy
some say money makes the world spin, it doesn’t , there’s something else underneath, the desire to get more to never fullfill a hole, the desire for the power   money has been given, the desire to control others, the thought you would be better off with money.
people think money has made the way you’ve lived possible, but who made it really? what made it really?
do you give money to the beggars in the street? do you think they are better off with it?
money is a vicious chain, for everytime someone is been underpaid, someone else has gained , what have you gained?
everything in life counts, not with figures, you are what you give out, not what you get, if you identify yourself with what you have, can you put a figure? do you feel underated? do you feel overated?

do you still think money is worthy?
live simply, get rid of your money , when you feel you have spent enough, think another way of getting it, if you have to, but don’t forget what it is real worthy

Innocent

{ December 22, 2009 @ 3:33 am } · { Reflections }
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There are times that I like to walk at the very edge of the kerbs in the streets on my way back home, as if trying to maintain the balance so as not to fall off ,reminding me of an old deal between life and death and how easily everything can shift to something you never thought it possible

Let someone discover you

{ December 20, 2009 @ 6:48 am } · { Reflections }
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Let someone discover you

 

Tonight before I went out for the night with some friends, I received a text saying we’re meeting after twelve, I always turn up late when I am to meet someone for a night out, because of the so much time I spend trying to look as handsome as my face can get to be, check your hair not once but twice and thrice, how about this shirt, does it fit my aesthetical tastes? Oh my face shows good tonight….familiar?.

But what the hell, do you really need so much protocol with yourself? What is the ultimate drive after this? You have been probably deluded into the thought that being handsome and fit in looks to the crowd ,equals a random meet followed by a successful relationship after, that is too much a promise for such small letter at the bottom of  a contract don’t you think?

Attraction and being attractive is a weird thing, because you never know for sure who you may attract, or what you may attract.

If you are with some friends round, do you care as much for how you look as if you were in an important celebration? Of course not, because you are with your friends, who make you feel at ease and safe, they don’t care how you look or if you’re pullover is inside out or if the eyeliner has run all over your face.

But deep down, there’s no need for being perfect neither to yourself or to anybody, there’ s no critic and neat-picky rules, the only rule if any could be, just be yourself, because that is where you are most attractive, just be innocent and chill out, someone may catch his eye on you , or you may stumble upon someone you haven’t seen in ages so you take off the mask.

It is when you expect nothing to happen when the cogs of the wheel really start to spin, we all carry a sense of appreciation and of feeling appreciated along with the desire of the same thing, otherwise there would not be so many trends and so much stuff revolving about the culture of the image and body nowadays, but the big companies greedy and eager to sell you their stuff  out of your self-esteem issues have made sure you believe the brainwashing, that it is in how you look and what you have outside that it brings thing for the inside, like most things in society , “you have to look like this, you have to say it like this, you have to wear like this” and if you don’t, you are condemned to remain lonely and miserable and ugly, how many times do you have to check in the mirror in the lift to convince yourself that you are fine, as you have always been ?.

You were born clean, whole and beautiful in your own perfect way just like you are and were before, and yet there will always be some sort of thing that you have to include in your personal life to become good-looking, or fit-looking or accepting the feeling of being safe, secure, can you not see the pattern?.

Next time you go out, rejoice yourself in your own uniqueness, whatever that flavour is, and if you go to a bar and see someone you fancy, go and tell him, because he  will have been surely spending hours in the mirror tonight just to feel the delightful comfort you feel when you think you look good and some random guy approaches  you just to confirm you some basic truth you hadn’t thought before because you were just too busy thinking what to wear tonight.

Art at Heart

{ November 23, 2009 @ 4:16 am } · { Poem }
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Tonight I felt like a weirdo
Because I’ve walked where none fancies to go
Because I’ve said what none told you before
Sometimes I think I am like a tropical strange fish,
You can’t pin me down or don’t remember where I am found
Take me out of my world and crush me with your hands I will surely drown.

And while the old bad world is too busy with its rules for everyone to know
I will obediently, easily nod
For I am an actor to an act, a painter to a painting
A searcher to a search,a writer to a writing
The answers that I get belong to a different deeper test
I feel I must trust myself, I can only create, to your soul’s content

The life of an artist is only but a raw sapphire shard,
and yet strange, confusing and full of senses which nourish the heart
Did I say I am an odd fish?, yes I did, everything is seen different underwater
But if you want to get something deep you have to dig beneath
You have to say how you feel , even if you come across as a nutter
your mind reflective, like silver platter
Tonight I will feed my own yearning and needs, and see what I have always been
In the midst of my inspiration I want to type
“Art at Heart”

Fully empty

{ November 21, 2009 @ 9:28 pm } · { Reflections }
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Why is it that musicians play in silence?
Why is it that painters start on a blank canvas?
Why is it that drivers want a deserted road?
Why is it that writers stare at a white paper?
Why is it that thinkers end up with a blank mind?
Maybe the world is full of empty things people try to fill with more emptiness

Merry-go-round

{ November 19, 2009 @ 4:15 am } · { Poem }
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Merry-go-round

Dark has come again
While I walked out home with the hope of something new
And before I feel the same
I think of coming round to you
Seeing this through rose-colored glass is a tasty view
When I walk out home I feel an urge to run
As if you could ever defy the mighty lord of time
I run as fast as I can, I ignore every traffic signs
I stopped just before your doorway, I can’t forget you
In the rain, I feel young again, I whisper your name.

Light has come again
I set myself ready for another day, with the hope of something true
I never felt the same since I heard your name
The voice is my head says I am not over and I must be insane
When I walked out home I feel an urge to run, just for fun
But today I left my shoes in the drawer
I grabbed the hand of someone new
He dreams of me coming home, says he loves me to the core
I don’t want to run today I want to take it slow instead
I can’t still forget you,
I stopped at the traffic light, I remembered that other night
I felt young again, someone whispered my name
And I don’t even mind the rain

Needy

{ November 14, 2009 @ 12:28 am } · { Reflections }
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you know you’re hungry for love when some ramdon one who walks by , places an umbrella upon you in the rain, you wishper a “thanks” and then it’s gone.

you know you miss your loved one when you enter a club just to search for every face to see if one of them is him, just to go to the bar and ask for a “a medicine for love please, double”.

you know you haven’t forgotten someone when , standing in a crowd someone from behind covers your eyes with his hands to ask who he is, and so then you yell someone else’s name…

you know you crave excitement in your life when you wish to scape to I don’t know where or how and don’t care about the chores for the day and hop on on taxi and say “take me elsewhere”.

you know you’re growing up when someone asks you the last time you heard from some face that you haven’t seen often and wonder where he is now, your eyes squinting in the gray concrete, remembering and old shared joke.

you know there’s something big and new coming up in your life, as you see everything else falling,nothing you can do but trust, in a flash you you’re given an insight.

You know you’ve gone through real pain when you stop under a winter sky, standing still in the icy wind , within the  silence shows that you’re not afraid of  the lack of common sense.
what don’t you add your own need? when was the last time you felt something like that? are you getting that old?

Strangers – A reflective story

{ November 9, 2009 @ 1:01 am } · { Reflections }
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When I went into town, it was cold and everyone was wearing coats and warm clothes, much alike to any of the ones you see on any shop displays, would someone notice?. I don’t think so.

I did, after a moment I headed off to buy some food in the evening,
I wasn’t all alone as you can bet. There were lots of young lads and girls ,all of them looking busy, I bet they were running their shopping list in their heads, I was.

It all felt like a normal day , but I don’t think it was at all, since every day is different and has a tone and a hue to it which makes it apart from the others in a way.

When I stepped out of the shop, I felt the cold again, it’s nearly winter time, the streets are busy and come to life at night, specially in the city center, then I spotted someone listening to an Ipod, and after that another one with an Ipod too, were they listenign to similar music? maybe.

On my way back home, i didn’t want to walk, like many others, so I took the bus, and took a seat.
I was wearing warm black clothes , I had done my shopping, spent a little money, listened to an Ipod, and when I looked around I just realized we are all strangers to each other, as I saw most of us in the bus heading home and looking at the void, through the window, which is just in fact the road in the dark that we would pave every day when we go to work.

The only thing which makes you a stranger is behaving like one…
But who I am to talk about strange thoughts like this with “strangers”?.
i didn’t say to any of them the so many things in common we’ve done and the so many times we’ve shared the same space, let alone doing exactly the same, I don’t even know them, so don’t they know me either…hey , wait a second? did i say i don’t know you, well, if you think i am a stranger, think twice when you come back home after your daily chores and day spent in town.
Myself I may.

Unwanted

{ November 5, 2009 @ 11:38 pm } · { Poem }
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I am the one who cannot hear what you say
I can talk with you anyway
I am the one who communicate by signs
I am the one whose parents visit occasional times

I am the one who feels what’s around me
I am the one whose eyes are closed all the time
I am the one who gets up everyday and thinks everything’s fine
Though I can’t see, I have an outlook for life, perhaps you are blind.

I am the one who lives in a room with a white-colored wall
There’s a Jack Frost man on my bedside table, it’s a snow ball
When I turn it over so the snow collects on the top
I think about the man inside, does he feel alone?
But not to worry, He, like me, lives in a perfect world.

I am the one people say my head is not in the right place
I am the one you never listen to but who has loads to say
I am the one who is tagged as insane, when I cut myself a vein, you can see my strain,
I am the one who has a different scheme in his brain, I need your help.

I am the one who has forgotten what money looks like
I live in the streets, and my floor is made out of hard cold concrete
When you walk back home from work, you’ll see my home, it’s the one you step on
I don’t have much left in my wallet; I have discovered that I always find what I need in my pocket.

I am the one society wants to look over me and forget the details
I live in the real life, this is true, and it’s not like what I read at night, it’s no tales
I’ve been called lots of names, I am not perfect, can we be friends?
I am the one who needs your help; I think about the everyday, I read before going to bed
I watch TV surrounded by my only friends.
But you’re too busy thinking how to discriminate
Now tell me,
Am I different to you anyway
Will you give your help?
Are you the one?

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