Thoughts about changing, life, and whatever comes to mind.
Today in my browser tab I read a quote that I’m sure was of Seneca because I’m reading seneca 🙂
And it wasn’t attributed to him.
Nowadays we see quotes everywhere, but what can we say about their origins? Are they true or not?
Thing is, we don’t know, nor we can know.
10 years from now the source will be unknown and all we’ve been left with will be the words themselves.
Who knows if it’s better or not.
We are moving into the new house and I started selling old comics to make space and avoid having them around while moving on the new house.
And I felt like melancholy? Mostly because I was attached to them.
But then you look at the boxes we packaged and you think about how many things do I own, how those things define my life?
They usually don’t.
What’s in the boxes could be trashed probably, but we still prepare them to have their own place.
You can tell the difference right away, some people feel like they’re more genuine, more spontaneous.
When they say “congratulations” they look into your eyes, shake firmly your hand and smile from side to side.
They’re not lying, they are true to their feelings and don’t have blocks for them.
It might seem like something you can’t “learn”, but you can.
Start by not accepting compromises, not with others, with yourself.
Express your range of good emotions always when they show up.
Don’t limit them, be happy for the other people successes instead of being envious of them.
Celebrate joy and playfulness and live with the struggle.
The fact that getting to learn things like this requires time and effort and failure, constant failure.
Before I started writing this post I was angry, like… very angry.
And I started writing that we’re all alone, that this is the only truth that matters, that in the end the only person you can change and improve is yourself.
That’s quite a sad truth to me.
Only after I put down the words it occurred to me that I was letting that anger express.
I wasn’t writing because I had a thought I wanted to express, but instead I was complaining or expressing my anger for a condition.
That’s the difference between a blog where you share opinions and a blog where you say stupid things.
Not that those blog shouldn’t exist, but I’ve already did it years ago and no one cares.
No one would care of your daily struggle because we all got one.
We all got that bad day with bad mood, and it’s not someone else’s job to keep you up.
It’s your damn job.
It’s your damn life and so it’s critical to learn to discern when you’re shouting at the sky and when you realized something worth sharing.
To me this was the thought.
The way to understand if I’m writing to expand someone else’s knowledge is to ask myself “why am I writing this?”
I don’t always ask this question, but in this case it saved my day.
Not only because I ended up writing this piece of text, but because it stopped me.
They say that realizing your issue is half of the work. I believe there’s more to that.
It’s not realizing, it’s understanding that the issue exists and it eats your space that makes the difference.
Anger takes space in your mind and your life. And even if it’s true that we’re all alone and there’s no way out to change the world without changing yourself, even simply distinguishing the complain from the other thoughts is worth our time.
Before facebook was a thing, viral was the gossip at the bar, the gossip with the scandal about the person you knew so well.
It was the lies of the government and the hidden truths behind the politics.
Before the viral was an active action, now it’s passive.
Before we were the one repeating the story, now we only pass on the information.
Before, people didn’t gain a penny from gossip, now they do.
And this, made the whole “viral” thing, entirely another story.
Come on, give me the chills 