Easy Life
So, in Turkey, mostly a Muslim country, they have restrained the time when one's allowed to buy alcohol, regardless of the fact that 90% of people living there claim to have never have had a drink in their lives.
In Toronto, Canada, I went to an Indian restaurant. I got in and the waitress asked me if I was thinking of having a drink with my meal. Dumbfounded, I asked why she wanted to know. She explained that I couldn't sit in the Veranda if I was going to order a beer with my meal in order to avoid young people ~ passing by ~ seeing me having a good time and thinking they'd do the same once they'd be grown up.
If I wanted to have a beer with my Indian meal, I would have to sit where I was not facing the street.
In fact, in the whole city of Toronto, one can't buy any sort of alcohol in supermarkets. One would have to go to a place on the outskirts of Toronto, marked XXX, where winos hang around; and one would need a car to get there.
I did manage to find a place near-by selling wine. I bought a bottle of San Giovese for $CAD 10,00.
The same bottle of wine costs me 1,0 Euro at the local supermarket in Milan, Italy. You do the arithmetics.
Then, I got back to Milan. I went to the local supermarket and overheard fourteen-year-old kids talking on their mobiles to their school mates trying to decide what kind of booze to get for the end-of-school party: " Okay then, a bottle of Vodka; some beer; some Cranberry juice; Martini; Prosecco; Negroni, and some Pineapple juice should do it, yeah?"
Go figure....
Friday, 14 June 2013
Will there ever be a day when women will truly be equal to men?
As I follow the news I can't help but reflect that so many things are just the same all over the world.
I remember my grandmother telling me to always walk keeping my gaze downwards; to smile without showing my gums, and to keep my my mouth close or I'll eat flies ~ difficult thing to do with swollen adenoids.
In fact, my grandma deemed me too pretty not to be morally deformed by it.
My parted lips were obviously a cause for concern as was my sitting by the window in modern-days London, England, in a Georgian house belonging to a white upper-class Anglican family.
" Don't you EVER make me catch you again sitting by the window looking out on the street. My, people will think we are running a brothel in here!"
So I can't help but reflect:
Is Western society really that different from what we like to consider less-evolved ones?
Isn't it time things changed? It is, after all, 2014....
I remember my grandmother telling me to always walk keeping my gaze downwards; to smile without showing my gums, and to keep my my mouth close or I'll eat flies ~ difficult thing to do with swollen adenoids.
In fact, my grandma deemed me too pretty not to be morally deformed by it.
My parted lips were obviously a cause for concern as was my sitting by the window in modern-days London, England, in a Georgian house belonging to a white upper-class Anglican family.
" Don't you EVER make me catch you again sitting by the window looking out on the street. My, people will think we are running a brothel in here!"
So I can't help but reflect:
Is Western society really that different from what we like to consider less-evolved ones?
Isn't it time things changed? It is, after all, 2014....
Tuesday, 24 July 2012
Running and Exercising in general
My ex husband introduced me to running back in 1984.
As any good Italian girl would, I put on my best outfit and set off with an astonished Canadian professional-league, Hockey Player (Aka my ex), Armani model and later actor, to run around the Castello Sforzesco in Milan, Italy.
Although looking great, I soon realised that having started smoking at fourteen, I could just about make it to the first lamp post.
Needless to say, the ex was laughing his head off, both because of my outfit and my lack of performance; or maybe due to the combination of the two factors.
The most valuable thing he taught me was that Italians have no idea about casual dressing, in fact they get it totally wrong.
This has proved right many years down the road.
Abercombie &Fitch in Corso Matteotti, Milan, a shop my son and my ex wouldn't set foot in unless somebody was threatening to shoot them, is probably the tackiest place one can find in Milan.
At the door, naked male models from the waist up (I'd rather have the opposite), and girls in skimpy dresses.
Where's your dignity man!
Still, everyday there's a queue as long as what used to be the one to get into The Amnesty in the late 80s.
This all proves my ex right: Italians have no taste when it comes to casual dressing.
Back to the main subject.
Since 1984, I have been running - on-and-off - for the best part of my life.
Eventually I came to realize that I was spending so much time either running around Hampstead Heath in London, U.K., or at the gym, that I might as well make money out of it and became a successful personal trainer.
I quit the job when caring about the cellulite on someone's thighs, together with having to remember the date their children had the violin concert exam, somehow crashed with the real problems I was going through in my personal life.
Yet, as my ex-husband - and nowadays best friend - always told me, if I had been born in the U.S. I would have become a professional athlete, so I kept up what, by then, had become a passion, albeit a selfish one (yes, another one), of mine: exercising.
At present, I'm running at the "Montagnetta" in Milan, Italy, an under-estimated heaven in this city of cement.
I get great pleasure from looking at the the outfits of some of the fellows runners I meet on the way but, mostly, I am astonished at the gadgets and, most of all, at the expression on the faces of the runners; they simply haven't got it.
Running is an art. A form of meditation where, finally, we can open our minds and stop creating thoughts in our heads. When thoughts can come and go freely, or not come at all.
All that is required is to listen to one's body and being in tune with one's energy level which vary from day to day.
There are times when you will run fast, others when you will run so slow that you might as well walk, but that's not the point. The point is to lose oneself in the act of running, to effortlessly observe the surroundings, to feel at one with Nature.
The expression on your face should be one of Serendipity, your shoulders should be low and totally relaxed, your neck should be feeling no strain and your steps should be those of a panther strolling easily through the Savannah, ready to sprint when so inspired.
Lastly, the aim of the whole enterprise of running should have nothing to do with weight-loss or toning up - which are just to be considered as welcome outcomes - and all to do with being in the moment, thought-less and worry free and, most of all, TIMELESS!
Timeless, or the ability to live in a time-less zone is what exercising is all about, no matter the sport one chooses.
Hence, throw away those use-less gadgets that tell you how many calories you're burning, how fast you're running, whether your heart rate is above or below the ever-so-sought after 60%, and just set up to enjoy yourself and live in the real dimension of time that our every-day-lives are always trying to steal from us.
That's what is all about,
You can do it!
As any good Italian girl would, I put on my best outfit and set off with an astonished Canadian professional-league, Hockey Player (Aka my ex), Armani model and later actor, to run around the Castello Sforzesco in Milan, Italy.
Although looking great, I soon realised that having started smoking at fourteen, I could just about make it to the first lamp post.
Needless to say, the ex was laughing his head off, both because of my outfit and my lack of performance; or maybe due to the combination of the two factors.
The most valuable thing he taught me was that Italians have no idea about casual dressing, in fact they get it totally wrong.
This has proved right many years down the road.
Abercombie &Fitch in Corso Matteotti, Milan, a shop my son and my ex wouldn't set foot in unless somebody was threatening to shoot them, is probably the tackiest place one can find in Milan.
At the door, naked male models from the waist up (I'd rather have the opposite), and girls in skimpy dresses.
Where's your dignity man!
Still, everyday there's a queue as long as what used to be the one to get into The Amnesty in the late 80s.
This all proves my ex right: Italians have no taste when it comes to casual dressing.
Back to the main subject.
Since 1984, I have been running - on-and-off - for the best part of my life.
Eventually I came to realize that I was spending so much time either running around Hampstead Heath in London, U.K., or at the gym, that I might as well make money out of it and became a successful personal trainer.
I quit the job when caring about the cellulite on someone's thighs, together with having to remember the date their children had the violin concert exam, somehow crashed with the real problems I was going through in my personal life.
Yet, as my ex-husband - and nowadays best friend - always told me, if I had been born in the U.S. I would have become a professional athlete, so I kept up what, by then, had become a passion, albeit a selfish one (yes, another one), of mine: exercising.
At present, I'm running at the "Montagnetta" in Milan, Italy, an under-estimated heaven in this city of cement.
I get great pleasure from looking at the the outfits of some of the fellows runners I meet on the way but, mostly, I am astonished at the gadgets and, most of all, at the expression on the faces of the runners; they simply haven't got it.
Running is an art. A form of meditation where, finally, we can open our minds and stop creating thoughts in our heads. When thoughts can come and go freely, or not come at all.
All that is required is to listen to one's body and being in tune with one's energy level which vary from day to day.
There are times when you will run fast, others when you will run so slow that you might as well walk, but that's not the point. The point is to lose oneself in the act of running, to effortlessly observe the surroundings, to feel at one with Nature.
The expression on your face should be one of Serendipity, your shoulders should be low and totally relaxed, your neck should be feeling no strain and your steps should be those of a panther strolling easily through the Savannah, ready to sprint when so inspired.
Lastly, the aim of the whole enterprise of running should have nothing to do with weight-loss or toning up - which are just to be considered as welcome outcomes - and all to do with being in the moment, thought-less and worry free and, most of all, TIMELESS!
Timeless, or the ability to live in a time-less zone is what exercising is all about, no matter the sport one chooses.
Hence, throw away those use-less gadgets that tell you how many calories you're burning, how fast you're running, whether your heart rate is above or below the ever-so-sought after 60%, and just set up to enjoy yourself and live in the real dimension of time that our every-day-lives are always trying to steal from us.
That's what is all about,
You can do it!
Monday, 23 August 2010
Newsletter
Working as a Public Service Interpreter can be challenging.
The other day I had to attend a home visit to an Italian couple who had just had a baby.
Health Visitor: Your baby has sickle cell trait
What the fuck is sickle cell trait? gotta be some kind of blood disorder, trait? is it like trace? like he is carrying the disease rather than actually having it? I glance at the leaflet the health visitor has in her lap and I pick up the latin name for it, Haemoglobin blah, blah, blah and manage to sound convincing when I tell the family, Italians of Bangladeshi origins - thank God - that: "your son carries the gene of Haemoglobin in his blood.
Fortunately the Health Visitor went on to explain exactly what it was or all the poor family would have been aware of is that their child had blood running through his veins!
I trained for the English Law Option, darn it, not to talk about diarrhoea and milk formulas! Where are the Mafia guys I have to translate for at the Old Baily? Where's Marlon Brando?
Anyway, I started work at 9:30 and was done at 10:37 making what most people make in two days, can't complain.
I went to see the new flick with Leonardo DiCaprio, Inception. Total shit. All about living in a reality vs a dream world, the subconscious, planting ideas into it...please! If someone forces me to watch it again I will confess to any crime just to have them shut it off. At the end we are left wondering if we are actually finally in the real world or still in the dream one.
A sequel? Shoot me!
I love you, I love you, I love you. We use this word so easily. Love is about the pleasure of giving without personal gain, without an agenda. It is the ultimate unconditional, selfless expression of one's being. Are you still sure you love me or did you just mean you'd like to get into my....
On TV last night:
"You went to bed with.....?"
"I had to, she's a sex addict".
"She must be!"
Turning down jobs that are badly paid is bliss. People think the right thing to do is to take on board anything that is on offer because there are always opportunities that one may otherwise miss. I think it's selling oneself short. I wouldn't go out with a guy I didn't fancy just because it was on the offering thinking it's either this or nothing, would you?
Full moon in Pisces tomorrow, seriously considering lobotomy, can you tell?
Saturday, 14 August 2010
The Higher Self
I don't believe in things like astrology, god, the angels, extra-terrestrial, various form of divination or others belief systems, per se.
I consider them all methods by which we can access our higher consciousness, or self.
This is because our minds are used to accept something which comes from high above with more ease.
Also we tend to be so untrustworthy and constantly thinking in terms of being better than the other that we dislike and distrust anyone who displays what we call psychic powers not understanding that there is no such thing as personal gain, but that's another blog.
All the above mentioned methods, though, are invaluable in providing us with the tools necessary in order to access our higher self.
Astrology, for which I have the greatest reverence (if I contradict myself here I'm only human and my mind is also a simple one), requires a great amount of study but at the end of the day it's up to the astrologer, having given the planets, aspects, houses and so on a precise meaning, to come to the interpretation or rather, to contact his/her higher self for the message. Thus astrology is also a tool, the more in touch the astrologer, the more inspired the reading.
I love what Abraham-Hicks videos say about just being happy and watch one's thoughts. The whole thing is very controversial and if Ms Hicks were to say those things herself people would immediately find faults and resist the concepts. When it comes from a higher source we are less guarded against it. Yes, we are guarded also towards what we believe in!
The higher self is integral part of each one of us and not at all distant or separate from our body. It's an extension of ourselves, the extra inches tall we want to be perhaps. The more we pay attention, concentrate and focus on hearing what it has to say - through whichever method we may chose or simply by itself - the more it speaks to us. At all times.
Saturday, 27 March 2010
In awe of Italians
I am always very impressed with how highly some people seem to value themselves, I really am.
I was at the London Pirelli's head quarter the other day, meeting up with a successful business man I've known, literally, all my life to say hello as we were both in town and this is what one does.
I wasn't impressed with the premises, by the way, and the receptionist - although lovely -looked like Mortitia while the guy at the door was simply scruffy. Surely the Italians should be aware that we already have a bad reputation as it is in the rest of the world and pay more attention to first impressions? Most likely, full of it as the are and still living on Roman-times' credit, they are oblivious to it all.
Anyway, this gentleman tells me that he's thinking of taking his boat to the Caribbean where he can make lots of money just by chartering people around the islands for two months a year. ALL this guy needs is a woman who's willing to cook and clean for the guests and, of course, look after him too.
This 'lucky' woman will not be making any money as she will benefit enough from the amazing lifestyle as it is! In the meanwhile, this guy is planning to make around 90,000 pounds PER WEEK out of the enterprise and other people's work, while getting laid.
I'm in awe.
Sunday, 21 March 2010
Selfish People
Why waste precious time and invest emotional energy with selfish people? No matter the allure 'unattainable' people exude, it's only there for us to realize that we are wasting time on childish hopes and dreams instead of investing it in ourselves by doing things that make us feel good and are good for us.
Selfish people are a very lonely bunch. They are unable to let anybody in because they are too busy looking up their own arsehole. Soon they discover that the only people who stick around are the ones who work for them: Often they mistake their cleaners, drivers, secretaries and so on for friends.
Because of their inability to take an interest in other people, as well as their unwillingness to engage in the necessary give and take required by all relationships, these people are magnets for the emotional needy type whose self esteem is fragile.
The emotional needy type is the one desperate for love and attention who is prepared to put up with less than his/her share because a low self esteem does not allow for more.
Ironically, instead of looking where one's needs could actually be met, the needy type chooses to focus the search on the very people unable to provide him with what he needs. This happens in order to point out, through repeated disappointment, that one can't find outside of oneself what one is looking for.
In life we can learn through pain and through joy. This is evident in Nature. Pain doesn't have to be feared as it's only there to highlight the areas we have to work through. But we can also choose to let joy do the highlighting and concentrate on it instead.
Selfish people are a very lonely bunch. They are unable to let anybody in because they are too busy looking up their own arsehole. Soon they discover that the only people who stick around are the ones who work for them: Often they mistake their cleaners, drivers, secretaries and so on for friends.
Because of their inability to take an interest in other people, as well as their unwillingness to engage in the necessary give and take required by all relationships, these people are magnets for the emotional needy type whose self esteem is fragile.
The emotional needy type is the one desperate for love and attention who is prepared to put up with less than his/her share because a low self esteem does not allow for more.
Ironically, instead of looking where one's needs could actually be met, the needy type chooses to focus the search on the very people unable to provide him with what he needs. This happens in order to point out, through repeated disappointment, that one can't find outside of oneself what one is looking for.
In life we can learn through pain and through joy. This is evident in Nature. Pain doesn't have to be feared as it's only there to highlight the areas we have to work through. But we can also choose to let joy do the highlighting and concentrate on it instead.
Friday, 5 March 2010
Guilt and Gratefulness
Guilt and gratefulness are two sides of the spectrum I am uncomfortable with.
Guilt is an emotion I simply don't experience - as I never intentionally mean any harm - and gratefulness carries with it the implication of having an agenda and, generally speaking, both parties benefit something from all undertaken gestures thus, no need to be grateful.
Both emotions are far too binding for my liking.
Guilt is an emotion I simply don't experience - as I never intentionally mean any harm - and gratefulness carries with it the implication of having an agenda and, generally speaking, both parties benefit something from all undertaken gestures thus, no need to be grateful.
Both emotions are far too binding for my liking.
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Trojan Horse
Whatever we do, say or give to someone must always come purely from the heart and from the honest and self-less desire to share with others, without any other motive involved.
When we give something in order to gain or tie someone's heart to us, we are setting ourselves up for disaster.
Beware of using the stratagem of the Trojan Horse to break into someone's heart.
These kind of gestures are easily recognizable by the emotional and often sexual connotation contained in the offering.
Manipulating, trying to win someone's affection with presents or by any other mean is only going to backfire.
This is the law of Karma.
When we give something in order to gain or tie someone's heart to us, we are setting ourselves up for disaster.
Beware of using the stratagem of the Trojan Horse to break into someone's heart.
These kind of gestures are easily recognizable by the emotional and often sexual connotation contained in the offering.
Manipulating, trying to win someone's affection with presents or by any other mean is only going to backfire.
This is the law of Karma.
Reincarnation
What happens to our souls when -- and if -- we re-incarnate? Do we only re-incarnate into human form in order to play out some sort of karmic plan? Will we be paying for what we have done now by, say, being re-incarnated into a mouse if in the previous life we tested on animals? Will we be enjoying the fruits of our hard labor? Is what happens in our present life some sort of 'setting the score right' from a previous existence? In my point of view none of the above applies...so many questions, so much superstition. Personally, when I don't like what's happening to me I simply accept it as something which I have to learn from for my next step up. Each episode, each situation will make me a better person. The only way is forward. Next time around, whatever shape my soul will take of one thing I'm sure: It'll be exactly what is right for me. Fear nothing but fear itself.
Love, always....
Alecs
Love, always....
Alecs
People who get away with it and people who don't
Category: Life
Have you ever noticed how some people seem to get away with murder (and I don't mean O.J., here), while some other get caught for the smallest thing? I bet you've asked yourself why that is...well, it's simple:
Only those who would be able to learn from their experience get punished, the other ones don't...poor bastards!
Only those who would be able to learn from their experience get punished, the other ones don't...poor bastards!
They who get what they want, and they who don't
Category: Life
The main reason behind the success of any enterprise lies in one's motivation --
the reason behind wanting to achieve something is most important.
In order to be successful one has to really want to do what one has set out to accomplish, and, generally speaking, one's main motivation has to be that of wanting to share one's talents without having any further motive. Whatever comes from it -- applause, recognition -- will be a bonus.
Having said that, you may all have noticed that plenty of "unworthy" people seem to enjoy success. One doesn't actually have to be pure at heart or even honest in order to be successful, all that is required is that one believes to be so.
Scary?
the reason behind wanting to achieve something is most important.
In order to be successful one has to really want to do what one has set out to accomplish, and, generally speaking, one's main motivation has to be that of wanting to share one's talents without having any further motive. Whatever comes from it -- applause, recognition -- will be a bonus.
Having said that, you may all have noticed that plenty of "unworthy" people seem to enjoy success. One doesn't actually have to be pure at heart or even honest in order to be successful, all that is required is that one believes to be so.
Scary?
Capital Punishment
Category: Life
It goes without saying that I'm against the death penalty. It also goes without saying that the hanging of Saddam Hussein had nothing to do with Justice and all with Revenge. What perhaps few have considered is that as Saddam died showing his dignified agony to the world, we saw a man who had not been given a chance to repent, a man who died believing he was right and even misunderstood. A man, unfortunately, who will therefore have to go through a similar life path again.
Poison
Category: Life
Why do we send out so much poison in our lives? Why can't we just be nice? Are we afraid that people will do things for us only if we make them?
But what is the outcome of something achieved under such means?
At the very best, all we can accomplish is a "one timer", not something that will endure in time.
We can't make people do for us, or behave towards us, the way we believe they should; It is a pointless waste of our time to withhold thanks or to act cold and disappointed when - say - whoever we believed should have called earlier, finally calls.
Much better to appreciate what we are being offered in the knowledge that if there's more to come we will embrace it, otherwise we would be just fine.
It is possible to apply this formula to any situation, all that is required is the understanding that - ultimately - we move through life spending every single second of it only in our own company, we might as well become our best friend then, don't you think?
But what is the outcome of something achieved under such means?
At the very best, all we can accomplish is a "one timer", not something that will endure in time.
We can't make people do for us, or behave towards us, the way we believe they should; It is a pointless waste of our time to withhold thanks or to act cold and disappointed when - say - whoever we believed should have called earlier, finally calls.
Much better to appreciate what we are being offered in the knowledge that if there's more to come we will embrace it, otherwise we would be just fine.
It is possible to apply this formula to any situation, all that is required is the understanding that - ultimately - we move through life spending every single second of it only in our own company, we might as well become our best friend then, don't you think?
Revenge
Category: Life
One thing that I have frequently come across during the course of my life is the human desire for revenge.
I don't know how many times I came across weird and complicated revengeful plans, which usually require lots of effort and leave one feeling exhausted.
The feeling of wanting revenge -- like the rest of what we call 'negative' emotions -- in itself cannot possibly makes us feel good.
Perhaps at first we think we are feeling elated, that setting the score right is empowering but in my experience the opposite is true: how often do we end up feeling anything but happy instead?
And what about those horrible butterflies in the stomach telling us that maybe we've gone too far...that we really have screwed up any chance for good this time?
I believe that all of this is easily avoidable by simply trusting that whoever has hurt us will get his/her due, and that Nature -- in its infinite power and knowledge -- will know where to hit much better than anything we could ever hope to come up with.
Usually we end up paying for our shortcomings where it hurts us the most and very few people can claim to know someone as well as the very force that created that very being.
Therefore, my advice is to let Nature do its job -- try it, it's very liberating.
I don't know how many times I came across weird and complicated revengeful plans, which usually require lots of effort and leave one feeling exhausted.
The feeling of wanting revenge -- like the rest of what we call 'negative' emotions -- in itself cannot possibly makes us feel good.
Perhaps at first we think we are feeling elated, that setting the score right is empowering but in my experience the opposite is true: how often do we end up feeling anything but happy instead?
And what about those horrible butterflies in the stomach telling us that maybe we've gone too far...that we really have screwed up any chance for good this time?
I believe that all of this is easily avoidable by simply trusting that whoever has hurt us will get his/her due, and that Nature -- in its infinite power and knowledge -- will know where to hit much better than anything we could ever hope to come up with.
Usually we end up paying for our shortcomings where it hurts us the most and very few people can claim to know someone as well as the very force that created that very being.
Therefore, my advice is to let Nature do its job -- try it, it's very liberating.
Heal Thyself
Category: Life
A recurrent factor in life -- perhaps one that keeps presenting itself most regularly and in varied manifestations throughout, it's having to face situations where one's self-esteem is challenged and old, atavistic suffering and anxiety re-emerge.
In order to stop re-encountering this kind of situation and its determination to make us conquer it once and for all, we had better deal with it at its very onset.
Often the way one reacts whenever -- for example -- one is being told something derogatory, is at first to get angry then to feel hurt. Once one realizes that other's opinion of oneself does not necessarily coincide with the opinion one holds him/herself in, one can choose to ignore people's comments or, at least, to smile sweetly and let it all be as water off a duck's back.
The constant, insatiable need to prove and justify oneself usually comes from a scarred self-esteem (not from the actual opinion one holds oneself in), and from having been repeatedly put down by people who – because of their actual poor opinion of themselves and unwillingness toward any form of self-improvement – project their inadequacies onto others: the old twisted idea that by calling someone names, for some illogical reason one comes out looking better in comparison.
The same concept applies to the feeling of being unloved or not loved enough. Here,though, it's also important to make an effort to stop being over sensitive whenever total demonstration of never-ending love fails to come one's way and to remember that human beings have their limits.
Often such situations would seem to occur at the worst possible time -- a time perhaps when one was in dire need of re-assurance -- consider that, instead, what is happening is happening exactly when the impact would be the greatest, thus forcing us to give it all of our attention and allowing us, by resolving the issue once and for all, a chance to heal.
Love yourself, always
In order to stop re-encountering this kind of situation and its determination to make us conquer it once and for all, we had better deal with it at its very onset.
Often the way one reacts whenever -- for example -- one is being told something derogatory, is at first to get angry then to feel hurt. Once one realizes that other's opinion of oneself does not necessarily coincide with the opinion one holds him/herself in, one can choose to ignore people's comments or, at least, to smile sweetly and let it all be as water off a duck's back.
The constant, insatiable need to prove and justify oneself usually comes from a scarred self-esteem (not from the actual opinion one holds oneself in), and from having been repeatedly put down by people who – because of their actual poor opinion of themselves and unwillingness toward any form of self-improvement – project their inadequacies onto others: the old twisted idea that by calling someone names, for some illogical reason one comes out looking better in comparison.
The same concept applies to the feeling of being unloved or not loved enough. Here,though, it's also important to make an effort to stop being over sensitive whenever total demonstration of never-ending love fails to come one's way and to remember that human beings have their limits.
Often such situations would seem to occur at the worst possible time -- a time perhaps when one was in dire need of re-assurance -- consider that, instead, what is happening is happening exactly when the impact would be the greatest, thus forcing us to give it all of our attention and allowing us, by resolving the issue once and for all, a chance to heal.
Love yourself, always
Superiority, Inferiority complex
Category: Life
Why is it that at times we all tend to feel either superior or inferior toward our fellow human beings? By thinking ourselves either more or less intelligent then someone we miss out on perhaps the most important lesson in life: the chance to learn or to teach something valuable.
I believe that with a little humility, empathy and by sincerely trying to understand one-another even world conflicts might either be avoided or resolved diplomatically.
We are here to strive for harmony not to fight those we share the world with......
More in my latest book. Secure your copy now.
Love, always
Alecs
I believe that with a little humility, empathy and by sincerely trying to understand one-another even world conflicts might either be avoided or resolved diplomatically.
We are here to strive for harmony not to fight those we share the world with......
More in my latest book. Secure your copy now.
Love, always
Alecs
Jealousy, a self defeating beast
Category: Bloggin
So what is really happening? Well, it's quite obvious: our insecurities have crept in.
Unfortunately, though, what we are about to do is to self-sabotage our wonderful relation-ship.
The second one, is not to give in to our insecurities and to trust that he/she has chosen to be with us like we have chosen to be with him/her. Learning to control our emotions takes some effort and practice and especially the applying of temperance.
"The word 'temperance' is often used to mean moderation and control of natural impulses which would lead to foolhardy behavior. A person who practices temperance may appear self-controlled, calm and restrained in difficult circumstances, but the important feature is balance. Nothing is repressed or held back to cause tension or inner turmoil".
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