The idea is, that one writes one’s (near) future in form of a story and then live through this story.
In the best case you are yourself the writer of your life and not the other people. Though, without knowing you may be right now part of someone else’s story. Which isn’t necesserely a bad thing.
The best thing in this consept of “stories of everyday life” is, that you can write a love story for yourself and for her/him and the live your life as you’ve written it in form of story. The best love story probably is written together with your partner.
Of course not the whole life doesn’t need to be in form a story, but this consept might spice up your life.. 🙂 This is just some kind of “soft planning”… 🙂
I came up with this idea some time ago and this morning I wrote first story to my girlfriend. The idea is, that we’ll start writing stories on how we live and what we do… 🙂
When things in life are bad the others write one’s life — even define it. When things are well, one can be oneself the writer of one’s life.
With a little bit humor I wrote this morning the following story to my girlfriend:
You go enough early to bed; and the sleep comes gently and quickly. The sleep is deep and recuperative, which makes you wake up at the rise of the morning sun cheery and eager.
You eat breakfast thinking the coming work — how you would do the work in an interesting way.
Every task is interesting and gives you energy; the work rewards its maker and you feel that you are doing important, meaningful work. At the same time you forget everything irrelevant and you concentrate only on interesting and fruitful and you are on good mood the whole day.
We are trying to develop with touch of humor this story telling on everyday life for each other.. 🙂
As I’m writing this, I’m on fever…
I’ve told my girlfriend, that I haven’t been myself for a long time. My own experince is, that I’m somehow absent and can’t express my thoughts and emotions, because I’m absent; I don’t really seem to be able to ”reach” my thoughts and emotions.
I promised my girlfriend, that this Christmas I try to be more present, live here and now… I also try to remember that young man, that I was 20 years ago; I somehow owe him too… Though I shouldn’t look too much back, but I still must reach for my roots, for the past best days.. That were not so good..
For the end I want to wish you all Merry Christmas!
This book has been perhaps the most important book to me…
I want to share some important thoughts from a book from Viktor E. Frankl. The Finnish name of the book is Tiedostamaton jumala. The original name of the book is Der unbewusste Gott.
There seems to be two versions of this book in English 1) The subconscious god and 2) Man’s search for the ultimate meaning.
Among other things Frankl discusses when a person’s choice of a partner is really the choice of love.
”Id” refers to sexual instinct (I hope I use right translation), ego refers to that something that is ”me” for a person, that ”mystical” I who thinks and feels. Super ego refers to conscience.
Frankl explains that as long as ”id” determines the choice of a partner, the choice is not the choice of love. I think this kind of choice could be described more like choice of lust.
When ego is free from ”id” and makes its own choice, only then the choice is really choice of love when the context is choosing a partner to love. To me this is one of the most important thoughts of the book.
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Sometimes I’ve wondered when in James Bond movies people often complains about 007’s ego, that should it sometimes be 007’s ”id” they should be complaining about… 🙂
It seems that I have forgotten lots of things recently. Luckily I haven’t forgotten anything in oven while making food… Even in this short blog post I had to use dictionary a lot.. 🙂
Recently I started to think, that have I forgotten what kind of person is a strong person. Sometimes in my experience nowadays we live somehow in a heartless weak world. Is it then easy to be strong here? No.
One good characteristic of a strong person is balance in a wide sense. For instance, one characteristic of strength is restrain, what represents balanced person capable of sensible consideration and judgement. A strong person doesn’t easily get upset or angry; one should remember, that hate blinds and makes eventually weak. The ”power” of hatred is only a delusion.
To grow up a strong person is hard and to keep oneself strong is hard; in practice one must have courage to be weak and face the truth: One must face oneself, own weaknesses and win them in order to grow a strong person.
One problem may be blindness to own weaknesses; one may believe that something that in fact represents weakness, represents strength.
If one doesn’t have courage to face oneself — the whole truth about oneself — one doesn’t really have courage to face anyone else either in a true way; one doesn’t really see other people. This may cause one to harden oneself and become ”tough”, what in practice means cowardice. At least eventually.
How could love in this case be strong, which represents real strength. True strength.
We all have inner demons called hate and fear among others, that we must conquer. Perhaps someday we will see a world without wars, when everyone has defeated their own inner demons, particularly fears and hatred.
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In big heart there is room enough to pain too, so that pain or fears can’t suffocate the starting sparks of love. Eventually love will melt all the pain when it gets its chance. Perhaps I’m only dreaming… Though, I hope not.
I bought a present to my girlfriend recently: Lotus flower crystal candle holder. Along with this gift I wrote a short poetic story about the Lotus flower and us.
We share here shortly some short thoughts in a little different words since the original document I wrote is personal.
I wanted to wish to my girlfriend good health. One of the meanings of the Lotus Flower is well being.
”May our shared tea moments at the Lotus flower vibrate our love to our home; and will the home vibrate the energy of our love back to us even stronger.”
Love and its energy is a strong power to maintain and bring good health.
One profound mystic meaning of the Lotus flower is, that it can provide a sense of cosmic connection and energy within oneness of all being.
In the philosophy of sacred geometry is written lots of mystic philosophy of the Lotus flower.
Below is a video of the Lotus flower:
This post is part of what I’ve written in a cafeteria when I was too alone and lonely in 2007…
Is my loneliness my “friend”? Why it doesn’t want to let go of me? Would it be alone then? Does loneliness need someone in order it wouldn’t be alone? Would loneliness die, if I wouldn’t be alone? Is loneliness my only friend who wants, that our “friendship” doesn’t cease to be?
Is loneliness like evil spirit that tries to encapsulate an individual inside itself? Furthermore, is it so, that loneliness can’t take being alone itself; and because of that, it forces someone to be its “friend” and therefore lonely people does exist? Is loneliness afraid of loneliness itself? If so, does it try to put its own fears to its victim?
If the victim is not afraid of loneliness, will loneliness die as useless? Does loneliness need the fear of loneliness? What if that fear becomes useless?
Is being lonely substantially different thing that being afraid that one is lonely? Yes.
Does loneliness try to scare people? From what does loneliness find its purpose to live? From the loneliness of other people? What can take away the purpose of loneliness? Is it enough that one is not afraid of loneliness? Will loneliness begin to be afraid of loneliness itself then?
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Will the heart of the loneliness be broken, if no-one doesn’t want to be alone and lonely? Is loneliness then itself alone and lonely? Is loneliness then afraid of itself? If so, loneliness can’t eventually exist; is that like loneliness had found itself?
If so, it is afraid that it will be left alone for good and that it is deserted, even though hardly no-one ever wanted or liked it.
Its own fear teaches to it then, that it is evil. Friendship will burn it into non-existent.