Revolution of the onion

Poor onion, how exiled, though we all know it’s a good friend. Yet it lives there on the periphery of vegetables, unfairly neglected, ashamed, and does not understand why, once it is such a faithful servant to mankind, it cannot receive greater esteem. They ask you step by step if you want onions in your food and you want to say yes because you love it, you want, you know how good it would be together again, but you deny your feelings, your inner reality, your justice, and with a socially expected. horrified indifference you reject it, even reject the assumption that you have ever eaten onions.

One night there were seductively fresh spring onions lined up on the kitchen counter, and I felt an irresistible urge to eat them right away. It was wonderful. Tender, crisp. So, I wondered why I couldn’t eat whenever I wanted. Because that’s it! Don’t eat onions in the morning because you’re going to work, and especially don’t eat there, because what it’s like to endure the contempt of others for it. You get home, the afternoon programs are coming, oops, you’ve already had dinner, and you still haven’t been able to squeeze a little space in your life for onions. How many types are there! There are the new ones, the reds, the lilacs, the whites, the garlic, the leeks and the shallots, and it’s certainly not the end of the line, but my saliva is already dripping and my taste buds cry for onions. Yet you can’t just eat onion cheeky, because then you’ll be stinky, it actually smells perfectly onion, and then everyone will know what a sinful soul resides in you.

But just look at this beautiful creation! It is growing for us. We know what beneficial effects it has on our health, the number of variations in their use is almost endless. It’s there when there’s a problem, but it’s also great for prevention. Yet we refuse because it stinks. You know it would help, and it already hurts a lot, yet you don’t eat because what others will say. You only dare to reach for it with a trembling hand when the trouble is very great and no one dares to come near you anyway. Well, that’s what really made me think. That’s how we humans are. We have a fantastic plant that offers itself in more tempting than tempting forms and grows so easily, so well stored and can be preserved, freshly are irresistible too. Let’s face it, it’s the basic element of the kitchen. You start cooking with onions; try without it, the result will be very strange. Our grandmothers used it wisely, they already believed in it. Secretly even us, because it is there in every household, we just don’t tell it, others should not know. We love that it can protect our bodies, heal them, and see, it’s not enough because it stinks. And that’s it. You see. Like a secret lover. And I’m saying it’s time to tear this down and speak up for the onions at last! The strength is with us, eat onion! And do you know what’s great about this? If you ate, he and I ate, we wouldn’t even notice each other! Let’s give more love to that onion because it still serves us modestly, from the background.

And then you understand what the problem is with this, what’s wrong with me starting to advocate for onions. We do the same with our fellow human beings. We don’t take on our feelings because we are afraid of what others will say. We are afraid of the opinions of people to whom we do not really count, and yet we afflict ourselves, we deceive our own souls, only to portray ourselves in a better color. But in the eye of who? Smashed and failed dreams of almost friends and almost loves lie around us because we did not dare to accept the truth. And already in kindergarten, in the first stage of socialization, the little ones carry this learned scheme. They will only play with someone who is cool, only whose parents have bought everything (because then they don’t think much of why this happened) and the insatiable misery of hypocrisy, appearances, consumer society slowly flow into their lives. Whoever sticks out of the seemingly perfect line for whatever reason, he or she will be stigmatized.

It goes on like this in school as well. You know, a real American teen cliché, that a cuty sexy girl has a hide-and-seek, say chubby girlfriend, whom she loves anyway because she always understands and stands by her side, but she still can’t go with her  to the superman guys’ house party. But let’s not even go to a completely different continent, because even at home, if it’s your clothes, your phone, whatever, are not the expected, you will be socially killed. There will be friends of the onions, but in front of the cool, fragrant-mouthed, they may easily be denied. It comes to them, the shame. And they shouldn’t be ashamed. Behold, we won’t be wiser as adults either, because if someone is a little different, no matter what, they can become onions. Even if they know that he is a wonderful man anyway, he has gold at heart, a true friend, a smart and good company, they will even let him down and for some reason he has to live his life as an exile.

No one should be left alone. It’s good to teach our children early on that we don’t judge each other because we’re all different, we come from different cultures and families, and that they’ll never be able to satisfy everyone, and we don’t have to. For some reason this world came here, and we allowed it. There are much more outward than inward. There is much more noise than silence. There is more destruction than construction. When we want change, let’s move on. You cannot change the world? Oh, you are the only one who can change it. It will only change from your attitude. At first you just around you, inside you, then you are setting an example for others. Wake up tomorrow by putting more acceptance and gratitude into your day and lying down the same way. This is your revolution, you can’t fail. Don’t deny the onion!

Humility- the real deficit item

We break, we destroy, we move forward without looking at who and what we trampled on, we pushed aside just to seemingly move forward. No man, no god, it’s just me, you know?! That’s what you have to do, so others do it too. If you don’t oppress them, they will oppress you. There is no respect, no acceptance, no love, there is only ego, I just need the better, the more, all that I will never achieve anyway, and sometimes I will look back anxiously at why salvation has not yet come, why it still didn’t get any better when I had already marched forward so much. Nothing good will happen on this path either, because in today’s world, humility is an increasingly endangered virtue, we need to be almost afraid of extinction. Do against it!

This is how we see everyday life; everyone lives closed in themselves, looking only at their own interests, the ego guides them by their noses without fully realizing how soulless they become and how drifting away from understanding what their existence really is. So, we go by the car, you know, you saw it, and also what the result is. I can only be the king on the road because my car is a lot faster and I’m a lot smarter and it even write or read three posts on facebook because I’ll still notice everything, you know? If you’ve made a tiny little snack of tracking distance, I’ll cut in right there in front of you, because I can do that too. Do you meet this? It may take hundreds of times a day. And you just don’t understand what could be wrong with these heads. We also recognize this pattern in our relationships. There is no respect, no honest turn to the other. If you support the other, you’re just a henpeck, if you even have feelings, you are mostly a dodderer. Many times it is mixed up in the minds, for humility is not the same as humiliation, indulgence, you will not become jerky, weak, or subordinate from it. By this we do not mean submission. This virtue is not about acknowledging yourself as less, but about how you think about the world. Thus, its lack is a clear indicator that you do not respect yourself either, but how can we raise our human relationships to a higher and more worthy level if we do not know this trait from the news neither. It shows how we feel about everything that surrounds us.

If I respect the other, I accept that he is also human, with human qualities, mistakes, then we are already one step closer to each otehr. Instead, however, we see around us that we are living in the world like wild and enraged animals. On the street, people push each other indifferently, crowd on the bus, don’t pay attention to each other, many times they actually trample on their peers no matter what age they are, how old they are, even a child or a pregnant woman; it is her trouble because I have to go and no one, absolutely no one can stop me. And no, oh no, we don’t apologize for anything! We should admit that we can make mistakes, so who can’t find out such nonsense! We don’t apologize because we can’t make mistakes, right? This corner of humility is also perfectly disappearing. We don’t admit if we were wrong because we think we would be less by it, even though the exact opposite of it is the truth. But how the hell am I going to crush the other one well if I apologize? Let’s not even talk about when we’re going to lend a helping hand to each other. In our insensitive, but sensation-hunter living we look smoothly through any tragedy impassively. I don’t care if someone collapses on the street, if they just hurt a child, we don’t get involved, ah, it’s not our business. Or there’s the other extreme: we’re posting on Facebook to see how big hero we are already because we’ve stopped to help. You see, between the two, you know, it would be better to go right in the golden middle, where we just help, we just forgive, we just apologize, we just admit anything, quietly, just because we know it’s right. It belongs to nothing but us.

Humility is not intimidation, nor should we believe that it is exalted only by Christians because it is not so. It would be worthwhile for all of us to play with the idea that we sprinkle a hint more into the soup of our everyday lives, and let’s say we start saving out anger, violence, will from it. Let’s just stop ourselves calmly, let’s say to the ego that you can’t control us, because that awareness will take you forward when you do act differently than everyone else on the street around you. Grab that old aunt’s basket and don’t run away with it but help her. Ask the mom who is just struggling for a stroller on the bus if you can help. Ask your fellow man on the ground what happened to him, because maybe his life is up to you. And if he is drunk, what’s up? Let him freeze in the snow? Kill everyone, it is not your business. But you can do that too, and you won’t understand why your fellow human beings are passing by with such indifference that you haven’t noticed so far. Feel free to throw that vanity aside, because you are just such a human, and I even say rougher, you have mistakes. And yet you and he and I are all here, trying to prosper, but without humility none of us will get ahead.

Nor should we be deceived by this precious treasure. If you practice humility towards yourself, it will go smoothly with others as well. That’s not what we have time for, is it? Well no. That’s why I write this: practice. Every day. Admit it when you’re sick and stop. If you need to rest, relax, if you have to forgive yourself, do it. Respect your own life and be very grateful for it. For everything.

Let us put respect into our lives, let us accept it. That doesn’t mean you have to give up, no, you don’t. This will make you more complete. You don’t do it because you’re expecting a reward, just because you know it’s right. Do they take advantage of you? Sure, it may be, but it won’t annoy you either, because you’ve set an example, and that’s how you’ll do it next time, because that’s right. It’s also a weird spell that only exists inward, so ego doesn’t like it because it wants everything outward. But the good news is that you decide. Let that violence go, let go of your anger, and it will be much easier for you too. Connect with the creative energy or call it god, whatever you believe exists above you, around you, and bow your head. It’s not a shame. It lifts you up and you don’t want to go down, never again.

Shamans in healing

Shamans, gurus, teachers, masters, fortune-tellers, no matter what title we hang around their necks, they are the weirdos. Not by themselves, but by no means can they be squeezed into cubes according to the standards of our template world, they flow out of it, and the unknown has always been scary for man, and he does not want to know what he is afraid of. They are creatures at the center of heated debates, and both sides are sacredly convinced of his unshakable truth. Some blindly believe in them, others even deny their existence. But why does anyone get angry when the other sees it differently? Why should I persuade a fellow human being, by force or even violence, that the one from whom he expects help is a swindler? How do I know he or she really is? We are not the same, perfectly not. This is the base from which we start.
Although we are all the forms of the same eternal life. So that’s what you think of them, I might think totally different. Who cares?

After four chemos, helplessness and impatience have teamed up against me. I saw certain things, understood this and that from what was happening to me, but from there I was simply unable to move on. I’m not claiming that spirituality is far from avoided, because looking back from here on the evolution of my life, I was very open to it, only closing the door before the teachings. However, something had to be done, and then there were some nice family members who were casting their faith aside, looking for more and more opportunities for me, and then forced me to try them all because they were fighting for me. There is no fairy tale, there will be everything you may have never heard of before, but then searching the internet, you will see that millions have already commented on it pros and cons with the same vehemence. On such an occasion, I was taken to a small cottage on the outskirts of the city, because that is where the shaman lived, the man who is weird. How stupid did I look when I walked in the door? Absolutely! The house was also painted quite bizarre, with an overly minimal design that it is almost impossible to recognize what kind of room it was where this particular adventure began. Half built or already half ruined; nothing is clear. And there he stood, a middle-aged, fantastically average man. Now that I’m spinning in my head, I don’t even remember his face anymore, at all. The FBI wouldn’t cost me much. Well, once I was gone, I sat down and listened nicely all the way through that: I have digestive problems, and a lot of stress, too, ah, I was prepared for such a very nonsensical and unnecessary conversation. You know, like tabloid horoscopes, it’s ridiculous. He asked me not to say anything, it didn’t cause any problem. He just wanted to know my name and date of birth. Then he began to write on a piece of paper fished out of one of the hidden corners of the toilet with his little pencil, counting, muttering. I was blinking hard then when I could escape from there.

Then he started. No headaches, no exhaustion… Well done. He said: there is something wrong with the pericardium. I didn’t answer, he asked for that, but in the meantime, I swallowed a big one. Oh. Once it was really injured in a car accident and it took many months to recover from it. But all right, blind hen can also find eyes, may come next. He said: And the thymus isn’t okay either. Well, damn, don’t you think so? Well, I had my biggest tumor there. A tiny fear moved into me, but soon assured me I was going to heal, I just had to tidy up my mind. He wanted to help with this and asked me to stop eating meat and forget about all forms of violence. So, my sins from my previous lives were about to be solved, he put his hand on my back. It was cold in the room, I was sitting in a jacket, but I could even feel his hands being hot through it. I didn’t understand, but I left. He then asked me to visit him another time because the workflow was long. Yeah, sure, I would think about that. And really, I was still thinking about it for about ten years before I understood what the hell happened to me at the time. When we got out, we got in the car, wondering at once how many hours it was. I felt like roughly forty minutes, no more at all. We spent three hours inside. Don’t ask where the time went, I don’t know either.

I went back to him in a week. He built an energy-collecting pyramid in his garden, or something like that, there were mirrors everywhere, really weird place, but I went, driven by curiosity. There were several of us sitting there. Uncle shaman chanted and told us stories. In his view, the gods of all religions are one and the same, no matter what body we imagine. God doesn’t have a certain body, because he is everything. Lives in all animals, plants and humans. When I bumped up to the pyramid, a woman came with me who coughed non-stop, but not once inside. Later we also walked out to the bus stop together, then she was roughly tormented again. Lung cancer. She was just fighting her fourth type of cancer. All the existing dirt had already been pumped through her, she had been scattered by the operations, radiated, given all the shit, and behold, it had come again for the fourth time, just elsewhere. She said he sucks the whole thing, she won’t be cured by the doctors. She goes into the pyramid and because of the energy she felt better. That’s all that matters.

It really matters because no one will know better from you what is helping you. Whether something is not measurable with instruments, or because it is not socially accepted, is not yet bad or worse than the other method, it is just different. Many times, we just miss a push to have faith in healing and desperately, not regretting money for what will be good for us at last. We are also swords on this subject because there is truly an immeasurable sea of ​​disgraceful money-seekers who want to iron wealth on the sick, but let us separate them well. If someone really has god-given miraculous abilities, then he will not want to get rich on you, and that can be recognized quite factually. It would be so good not to even argue about this, but just to let us go our own way and find solutions. Because the answers to our questions are really in us, but to be able to conjure them up, we may already need help. Whether the drugs will be either a psychologist or a shaman, minerals, herbs, energy magic, UFOs or dinos, it doesn’t matter perfectly. What works for me may will not work for you. We do not judge the method from that yet, since it is objective, but we are different. So let us try not to look down on our peers if they do not swear by  the sacred chemotherapy or lifelong medication, but try to get there in other ways, where they have lost their ability to orient themselves in the world. Support each other in healing and believe. It doesn’t matter what it is, support strongly. And it doesn’t matter who we turn to for help, because if we do, we’ve already realized we need help, and that’s more than good. This is the only way to heal. You need self-knowledge first, and you know love, too. We will find the man who leads us without losing ourselves in the meantime and get the chance to find the real self we may have hidden from ourselves for many years. If you step into this adventure, you will later realize that all you have is this certain moment. Nothing else. If you live in this moment, if you don’t identify yourself by your body or your mind, you will wake up. And once if you are already conscious, you will be able to heal yourself by the power of eternal love.

This is why you can’t lose weight

The warming rays of the sun are finally shining on us, and for the first time, it is already sparkling in front of us the fantasy of posing on the beach in our best form with zero fat and perfect tanning. So it’s high time you started torturing your little body since it’s just a few weeks and bikini time is coming. But Jesus, don’t you feel like most of us aren’t Victoria’s Secret models, do you? I understand that there is a lot of pressure because you should have the top beach body. But really now, in two weeks, do you want to complete the almost impossible mission? Forget the videos, commercials, posters, and don’t want to be compared to a twenty-year-old silicone barbie. You want to be yourself instead and make the best of yourself from what you have. That shining will make you really beautiful that you love the body you live in. You don’t have to be perfect, just be loved.

Give me some time!

If, after all, you have decided it is time for a change, think about it very carefully first. Despite appearances, it doesn’t go overnight. That’s why you don’t believe in all kinds of wonders, powders, you won’t lose the wished amount of pounds in two weeks, and most of all don’t want to. Think about how long it took you to pick up those extra pounds nicely. Wasn’t that two weeks? Well, then, don’t want to lose weight in an unrealistically short time. For that to happen healthy, you really have to be patient. If you don’t, you won’t even lose weight while blaming even makes you a good deal of guilt. When you jump into this body reform, let the goal float in front of you, and don’t worry about how long it will take you to get there, and calm down nicely once you’ve gotten there, you can’t start all over again. Losing weight is not just about stop eating and snacking in front of the TV for a while now, but about changing, out of honest conviction. As long as this feeling is not inside, the yo-yo will certainly remain.

Move!

No matter how tempting the offerings are that promise you a pic-pack supermodel body, you can be sure they won’t work. No machine, massage, pill will suck fat off you because it just doesn’t work that way. Yet an entire industry was built on it because women could be seen stupid based on their vanity. And it works, you see. Don’t believe them! Be the one who knows that without moving your body you cannot be healthy because that is not how it is invented. And sports can be anything. It is very important that you choose something that will make you happy. Why? Because you will have less chance of disappointment and ultimately the chance of giving up. Aerobic girls look good and those jog there in the park, but unfortunately none of them can be right for you. Try as many forms of movement as possible, but initially a little perfectly safe walk will do if you have been very neglected. Look at what pilates, yoga or dancing gives you, and you don’t even have to be a millionaire to do it. Your friend, youtube is full of complete workouts in all genres. You don’t even have to get your feet out of the house. At first, bet that you will spend half an hour three times a week. Try a belly dance, it’s very fun and doesn’t strain your joints, take care of them because you’ll need them later. If you’re already immersed, still make sure you don’t train more than six times a week, your muscles need to relax. And stretch, always have time to stretch!

Try to schedule your workout in the morning, but I know it can be very problematic. You won’t be wrong either if it stay for the evening, but then don’t spin yourself up too much because you won’t be able to sleep. Always push the boundaries a little bit to move forward, but don’t be discouraged by your slow results. The change will not be seen next week, and even barely a month from now. It is forbidden to stand on the scales for the first month. Here most of the women usually give up and say it makes no sense, even though they are just about to cross the border. Give your body time to feel what you are doing with it. And then those pounds will melt. This is the most critical period, the first three or four weeks. If you do this all the way through and create a routine that you can stick to, the result won’t be missed either.

Don’t look for excuses!

The easiest way is to explain to yourself that this isn’t going to work for you anyway. You know what? If you take it that way, it really doesn’t. Don’t be weak, let the target hover in front of your eyes. It’s absolutely easy to explain to yourself why you don’t do that, yes, you’re very tired today, and then tomorrow, well, after a day like this, you can just eat. But you are not so weak, you want to achieve something. And don’t explain to yourself why you don’t do your thing, but list three reasons why you do it. Don’t explain why you need that cookie, but why you don’t. See, it will motivate you! You are your only friend and only your enemy at this party.

Then I can’t eat now anything?!

But, this is the biggest mistake about dieting. If you don’t eat, you store the little you give your body to eat so you can barely take it away from it. The formula is so simple: if you feed your body, you provide it with quality nutrients, you waste it because you know you don’t have to put it away for times of need because you get it anyway. If you afflict it, it will put it for later. Eat! Eat five times, but be smart. You’ve heard it a thousand times, haven’t you? Well, then it’s time to get used to it! Have breakfast thoroughly, generously. Towards evening, lose volume. I’m not saying anything new, why don’t you eat like that then? Drink water before each meal. Many times the body is not even hungry but thirsty. This is a very common problem especially for women, we are not willing to drink enough water. Force it and then get used to it. Sleep is also incredibly important. When the body is tired and doesn’t get enough sleep, it asks for food to get energy from somewhere. Sleep well and you will be less hungry. And what you eat, right, is also the eternal big question. It’s easier to tell what not to. For example, I would leave the sugar in your place. If you feel like you’re not at home on this topic, read on, read on, and read even more, because you’ll find the authentic opposite of everything at all. I think it is highly enough to consider not eating anymore in the evening, allowing your body time to rest. It would be good for you to form a picture of how the human body works, what the nutrients you take in, because they can help a lot in feeding your body wisely. But don’t do it in the beginning, it would be too much. Over time, you’ll be curious about it anyway because you’ll feel it, see the change. Focus on not eating anything unnecessary. Forget sweets, snacks and added-sugar things too. That fruit yogurt seem healthy, but it is not, it is filled with sugar too. Eat it in a natural way with real fruit. Most foods are stuffed with sugar, so avoid them. There should be plenty of raw vegetables and fruits on your menu, but from banana just one a day. Drink a smoothie, you can replace a meal with it. I could tell you a lot more about that, but let me just say these basic things at the start. Don’t stuff the sausage with bacon, you won’t need it now. But never forget that fat is an essential part of your body and it doesn’t work properly without it.

Calorie misery

All right, you’ve seen others doing it. Okay, ask yourself, before you start counting calories, do you know what you’re actually doing? Funny, but I’ve seen someone calculate on a diet that she can lose weight by eating about 1400 calories a day. She was done with bacon eggs and sugar-stuffed soft drinks, and it was only 10 a.m. What’s up then? Well, to do it this way, in this form is directly forbidden. Count calories if you know how much and what kind of carbs, protein, etc. you need. The focus should still be on quality. You won’t lose weight if you fill yourself with carbs and don’t pay attention to your other needs. But don’t fall on the other side of the horse either, the body needs carbs, it is not the enemy. It just really matters what and when and how much. Counting can also be good if it is part of an always conscious and planned program.

Get started!

To get started, however, you don’t need to get any other equipment, just your will. It’s not complicated at all, and by the time half a year goes by, you’re going to see what this health-conscious life is all about. Exercise, nutrition, over time will not be a compulsion, burden, but a way of life. And then you won’t be afraid that the pounds you beat will come back, because you’ll know they won’t come. After all, you have become a whole new person in a whole, happy body. But at first you should know, moreover, you have to know that you are absolutely perfect. Love is the best cure for everything. Love your body, love yourself. You are beautiful.

My panic

When I first heard about this simulation, about this so-called disease, I almost laughed at. Indeed. Well, what do people invite in their comfortable well-being!? And somehow, I saw feedback from everywhere in my environment that supported the view that this is something that goes to those who can’t face life, they are weak. They’re a kind of emotional waste that the good god doesn’t help. You know, like addicts, only they don’t even use drugs. They just simply panic. They sit in their room and are scared. Somehow, they are described that way. Oh, nope, don’t tell me that a sober mind can’t fight against it easily. Oh, don’t tell me that this disease is something that can ruin your whole life and despite the fact most of your friends don’t understand it anyway. You’ve probably guessed that I couldn’t escape the teaching neither. I had not been preoccupied with this topic at all for so many years, not least because I have not found anyone in my immediate vicinity, and it is almost as if it does not even exist. I got a cancer; it caught my attention for a long time. If we’re not directly involved in something, we don’t take the time to get to know it, and that’s okay anyway. But panic introduced itself to me.

It’s been a long time, as an adult, as a mother, as a happy person. I was sitting in the armchair, watching some good little series with the love of my life as my chest started to get heavy. At first, I was just moving my body to see if it would get any better. But damn, my arm was numb, and my chest squeezed, the air barely came, my body was pure cold sweat. He called an ambulance to me, but they didn’t come, saying I was too young. There was an indescribable fear of death in my mind, I had no idea what was happening to me. I could only think that my children were sleeping sweetly there, and I didn’t want to die. It was past midnight when I walked to the emergency room because they didn’t come out. Well, that’s when someone is too young. ECG, blood pressure, all right, let me go home. The next day, a GP, again an ECG, there is nothing. No symptom, no disease. Arranged all by a whisk, it was panic attack. What? Me? Well, I’m not like that!

I cried all the evening as if the chains had been torn from me, and the realization could be released to me, the knowledge that I was not well pervading my body, my soul, and my mind as well. And I finally allowed myself not to be well. I’ve had problems with that stubborn perfectionism before, but let’s not fight back! I knew it was a bit abnormal the way I wanted to meet expectations, and don’t get me wrong, not about the expectations of society or someone else, but my own. Then, however, I proved unable to jump the bar, and yes, I was practically sick of not putting the level a few inches lower. Three young children, a final exam on my neck, a dissertation, a job, and a husband who wasn’t in very good shape at that moment and who needed me to stay strong very much. I did it. I wasn’t nervous, I was doing my thing like a robot, just as I could. Because it’s not that there will be an acceptable final exam or that the windows can stay dirty, uh, no. It should be five, and the household should also be a perfect, because that’s the expectation, you know? The kids need time, I can’t take it from them, they need a happy mom. I did everything. Many people asked me how I could handle it. Hah, no way! Because I couldn’t stand it. You see, it caught me up. A panic attack came in and said stop it! You are human, you have feelings, you have needs. And I had to accept this teaching.

It came several times so as not to forget. Not always so rudely, but definitely indicating that my lifestyle would be too much again. And it’s an insidious thing too! It doesn’t beat you when you’re sick, no. Wait for you to have a rest, relax a little and bang! Comes from seemingly nothing. Behold, I thought I was strong, others believed me to be strong, meanwhile, and this whole thing had nothing to do with strength, in fact. We are simple people. If a sly bastard has come into our lives, there is a reason for it, and it is fitting to deal with it, because without love it will not go anywhere. Yes, you have to love yourself and accept that this is it now, this is how it should happen now, because you really want to protect yourself from something much worse and yell into your head to make a difference at last. Listen to it, it tells you. It gives you an ongoing and long-lasting task because you need to review your approach to virtually your entire life. And when you’re done, you’ll fill your head with theory, and you’ll experience the change in practice too. It won’t go away tomorrow, but it will be effective over time. It took me months at all to accept that it happened to me. With a new experience, I progressed richer, and maybe I tear one of the shrouds and I’m closer to the light. I have recognized, accepted, and am also working to let go. However, sometimes it comes in. It can’t just go easily, since I’ve actually been disintegrating in everything since I was a kid, and yes, I wanted to be the best in everything. And despite the recognition, the finding of the right path, I can only reinterpret myself, built with years of torturous work, with perseverance and awareness. Of course, I won’t be sitting in the front line of the cinema screen any other times. I didn’t think it could cause an attack either. I already know that. Noises, flickering lights, fast image changes, pff. You have to forget. I don’t even watch just Columbo energy level movies anymore. Have something to say, be slow, and don’t smash my senses because, trust me, it can cause physical malaise. Well, that’s it, but you can live with it. Our grandmothers haven’t had so many stimuli yet, they haven’t poured so much information on them, I try to rule out all the excesses and focus only on the essence, and often to calm down.

I realized that my whole idea was wrong and there is no difference between us. We must not label each other or even ourselves. We all get some teaching; the only question is whether we want to understand. The fact that someone is always smiling is not yet strong, and probably even sooner get a disease than the one who releases a lot of negative energy and live the life without them. It’s not good to collect it. The appearance of mental problems is growing, as in this society we are no longer mostly physically stressed. We don’t go plowing, hoeing, we don’t spend our daily lives in the open air, and life far from the peace and quiet where we could hear our own voices. We are different, yes, but strong and weak, it is very subjective to judge this. We better not do it. We are all on a different path, with different tasks and our arsenal is different. Let’s help if they ask for our help and step aside when we’re on someone else’s road without believing we know what the other is going through. We do not know. Acceptance and love can help us, nothing else. Practice it!

The truth is out there

We seek and defend as vehemently as if the truth were indeed the truth, but do we know who he is, why he sends us in full armor into battle, and yet why he hides from us once we have to fight in his name. A capricious warlord whose words are untrustworthy, because everything that is true is not outside of us, and the answers are not found on the battlefield, but deep inside. And yet he puts us to the test every single day. Unless we want to surround ourselves with the repentant, stinking stench of loss, let us always try to deal with him, and with the truth, in their place.
We want to be right, even though we know, we understand the impossibility of that. When did you first see the picture of a young woman/old woman? Who is right? Who sees the young one? Who sees the old one? Who consider both? God forbid, what’s up with those who see none of them? Is that glass of water half full or half empty? How much commonplace do you need to be aware that there is no good answer? You see it this way, I see it that way, the third will see it differently again, and we could easily look at the same thing. It has been taught since ancient times that everything, really everything, is just a matter of point of view; so why do we believe that we could show that we are right. We are full of great narrators these days who seem to understand what they are talking about and so many believe them. Why? Just because they authentically sell their own truth. Then there’s someone else who sells a completely different truth just as well. And then they meet on the internet and go on to lap that vitamin C is actually good or bad. Millions are advancing themselves to honorary doctors and protecting with full breast width, splashing saliva, what they believe in. There is no middle way. Yet it is said million times before, maybe by many wise people, that you should look for it, that gold, the middle, and not believe that something can only be black or just white. So did the Chinese when they condensed their truth into the symbol of yin and yang. It is wonderfully simple and yet has huge teachings in that one circle and those two colors.

But we quarrel, we humiliate each other, we want hierarchy, and of course we suffer from it too. We want to defend our little truth, but we rarely bother to get to know it. We roar, we want, by force and immediately. But have you ever tried to undress your anger? Have you ever wanted to see him as he is? I have a favorite example and I will only describe it to you because you will know it one way or another. She’s at home mom, alone with the little one, and spinning her head all day, doing everything, but she’s happy, balanced, and loving her baby. Indeed. She’s not angry. She doesn’t know it is because she can’t afford these kinds of feelings. Dad comes home from work, tired. She wants Mom, but she immediately explodes like a bomb because, let’s say, his shoes are dirty, or he forgot to bring something from the store. They will become tense in a minute, tossing things that will only drag them farther and farther from the middle, from the holy togetherness. Mom will be angry too, dad will be angry too, he might even leave home. We look at them from the outside: mother is really lonely, but she’s afraid to feel it because she’s at home, she has a child who she’s really experiencing as the greatest gift. She misses her femininity, she misses her husband, we assume she really loves him. She can’t say that, she doesn’t dare feel it, she just pours her grief on Dad. But behind the cheap provocations lurks a: I miss you, a hug me, please. Dad is tired, he doesn’t know how to be a good dad, since that baby is usually with her mother. He wants to do well, he wants his wife, who is constantly tired. He doesn’t want to be hurt; he’s looking for his place too. He wants love, hugs. They both want that yet let themselves be swept away. And I don’t generalize, there is no fault, there is bad communication. This is the case when we close our eyes so tightly to the true nature of truth that we are unable to see it. And the debates are coming again and again because we don’t say what we feel. Most relationships are broken by this. There lined up the grievances, the stone blocks of images we believe to be true, which we roll on a common path. There’s no truth in most quarrels, because that’s how I see it, and that’s how you see it. The only question is whether we want to understand each other. Can we drop the ego and honestly turn to the other, hear what our partner’s saying, because it could easily be that it just sounds very soft, somewhere behind the shout, as some kind of background music. But if we pay attention, the truth may creep into our ears. We should also argue somehow calmly, with some common sense, so as not to let our feelings into it because they can be misleading. The ego is a great player, but it should not be allowed to come to power, because the more times it is there, the more it convinces us that only we can be right, and if it is not, it can be a personal insult. If we try to live like this, we will be in perpetual war with the whole world. Yet every quarrel has only losers.

So, dare to look for what it really brings us out of our stream. You may have just been tired, you may have relived a sore, old feeling, you may be very deeply touched by the topic for some reason, but the other party doesn’t know them, or worse, they are just attacking them as a defense. Still, let’s try to put things in order on a thought level, and then maybe even our words will be more clearly formed, they won’t carry insults, they don’t want to take wounds, our actions mostly don’t. Love can clear even the more serious mists if we want to see the sunshine afterwards. Whether it’s our partner, our child, or our friends, relatives, or completely strangers, let’s always strive for awareness. Don’t go into unnecessary debates, there are plenty of them and they will never end unless we decide not to simply participate in them again. That’s why it’s so annoying when someone is calm because with that, an angry ego thirsting to fight can’t do anything, and finally forced to give up. He runs into it a few more times and then realizes that you are no longer feeding his anger. You can’t save everyone but yourself absolutely. And do it. Create that silence, you know, you need it. And if you make a mistake, apologize, honestly. Because violence only breeds violence. I didn’t invent it, but I agree with it to the fullest. You are neither a victim nor an oppressor. You are neither more nor better than your fellow human beings, only different. It’s you. And it’s up to you to spend your precious time in campaign while fighting pointless fights or giving yourself a chance for peace.

Attracted by addicts

We rush and rush, and in the meantime, we don’t even realize consciously how much space there is in our souls. We try to change it, stuff it, cloak it, hide it, and we can honestly believe that there is no problem here, please, it is perfectly normal being seduced by the seventy-eighth pair of shoes as well. If we examine it, with a kind of clear vision, there are the addicts between us, there in our family, in our company of friends, among our acquaintances, not to mention that we ourselves fight many times to avoid addictive and useless ways of soul-raising for a long time.

We can depend on alcohol, drugs, medicines, coffee, cigarettes, gambling, computers, phones, shopping, porn, facebook, cola, and a thousand other things, and the list is incredibly long. And then we didn’t even talk about relationship dependencies. Yet, if we have to imagine, somehow for the first time, the first association will be a man who is destroyed by drugs, an unviable and vegetating human wreck. However, this issue is much more nuanced than this. We see, experience, and can’t really do anything. If something like this appears in the family, everyone suffers from helplessness, experiences anger, maybe even feels responsible. If they look at such a wanderer from the outside, they easily turn their heads and say that he or she is weak, that they should change because they have a choice, and I could list for a long time why they would rather exclude them from their horizons. As if they didn’t even exist. And not only they, the addicts, the lost, but the homeless, the disabled, the behavioral, the poor, and even the fat, the lean, the tall, the low, all visible protrusion from the one cube causes that most people declare them junk. Not all, just a lot of people. We are all human beings, and most have not chosen what they have been given, but must thrive on it, and they are the same, full-fledged people, sometimes they, the stigmatized see things even more clearly , than their healthy, intact, or ‘labeled normal’ counterparts.

Yes, here they are, the drug addicts, the alcoholics we meet most often. In such a short post, it is impossible to explore an entire field of science, I can’t even strive for it, I’m just flashing a tiny article that has given me tasks to do. Through them, I learned how much of a windmill fight to interfere with the road. We can even say that it is impossible. Until they get all the way down and feel the need for change, there’s not much to do. If you refuse, you’re sorry, if you help, the addict will take advantage. One thing is for sure, you shouldn’t look down on them in any way, just like no one else. Judgment is not our business. We are all wrong sometimes, somehow. When a lack of love, especially attention, or lack of self-knowledge and self-acceptance turns up, at first only small cracks appear on the asphalt. Even easy to repair, any stuff pulls it back into the straight line. Then the effect fades pretty slowly, and the patching is not enough anymore. There are potholes. They are big. They also need to be recharged. It is clear that more material is needed for it, but it can still be remedied, it does not require any engineering intervention. And the further the pointless struggle against disintegration continues, over time there will be so many potholes that the road will not be recognizable. And if we don’t see the way anymore, we’re just lost. It was there somewhere, there we went on it, but it was already gone under our feet and we had no idea where we were going and how it could be done back. At this point, without help, no way. However, this is amazingly hard to recognize.

Very early, at the dawn of my adolescence, I began to attract young people on the periphery into my life. My mom always said I couldn’t save everyone and that I wasn’t a shelter. I went to a good school, I had friends who fit me, as they used to expect it, and yet I somehow I got mixed up those companies I could get close to such lost souls. It was my sacred conviction that I could help them, and not because I felt sorry for them, but because they shone before me in their pure beauty, their precious human nature. I could give them that, some kind of unconditional love. Most of them have not yet processed some form of childhood trauma: abuse, neglect, divorce, lack of attention or love. They did not see themselves as valuable, which is why they ran away. As long as I could be there, I know I made a difference because they honestly didn’t believe they could be so important to someone. They cheated me many times, yet I couldn’t get mad at them. One of them was a real tramp, and of course he consumed alcohol and drugs in bold amounts. Meanwhile, I saw in him a genius, a wise and old soul whose words really had to be paid attention to. His teachings often ring in my ears even today. We arranged a meeting; I was waiting for him. He forgot, of course, he totally got high in his garage. I waited for two hours sitting on their stairs, and even though for a few moments I felt it didn’t make any sense in the world, but I still waited. When he arrived, he didn’t want to believe I was there. A mixture of daze and happiness gleamed in his eyes, as if no one had done anything like it for him yet. I wasn’t angry, I didn’t condemn, and maybe, I just hope I could have played a tiny little part in making him a really successful person.

I also understood my parents somewhere because they worried a lot, even though I knew there was nothing they should have feared me about. None of them involved me in their own suffering, they didn’t want me to go down with them. I had a drug-addicted friend who, to the utmost, opposed me ever trying anything. We created a world together and he would never have ruined it by destroying himself in front of my eyes. Sometimes he had to go, yes, because he couldn’t take it anymore. Sometimes he was very ashamed of himself, then he loved me very much. He felt it should be different. Sometimes he hurt me, he refused me, but held my hand so tightly that I couldn’t leave. We talked, laughed and cried together. No one else really understood that. Not so much that sometimes me neither. Later on, several people came and went, it turned out that way, anyway, but there was always another patient, and deep down I longed to be a psychologist and help everyone. But I failed the entrance exam. At first, I was angry, much later I only understood that this was exactly how it had to turn out. I couldn’t have emotionally isolated myself from my patients at that time, this path wasn’t meant for me, that’s not how I can help.

I recently saw a fantastic performance, and it devastated me. A brilliant actor played an addict in The Coward. It touched me very deeply. It penetrated my body, crushed my soul, and I didn’t understand at all what it really wanted to say, I just felt that something was going to come to the surface right now, something was being made, smoke was already coming from the chimney of this volcano. As the drama of this heroin-addicted guy held, recognition began to break free from me, I just hadn’t seen what it was yet. I went on seeing the play once more, for safety’s sake, once I’m upset, let’s get to the end of what it wants to message me. I digested the story for two days. It came out of nowhere, shocked me, destroyed me. I realized that not only I helped these people, but they helped me as well. That they had not necessarily involved me in their lives, but I was looking for them. That the supply and demand sides were in perfect balance. I understood what they gave me. Peace. How does an addict live? Without rules, free from expectations, divinely got fucked in social pressure, compliance, everything. How did I live? In constant anxiety, in the lifeless state of getting anywhere, that’s not enough, I’ll never be enough. I gave them faith, attention, love, they gave me freedom and peace. I’m not saying it’s easy to see that. I judged myself to be good, selfless, believing myself for years to be a faithful servant. But I’m not afraid to admit it.

Because we all learn from each other. Our meetings in life are never accidental, there are always tasks, we solve them, or we are not ready for them yet. We are assigned to each other in this great board game as it should be. And here, too, acceptance is the most important. Let us accept that we are constantly learning and not judge or condemn our masters. Neither age, nor skin color, nor occupation, family or social status, nor physical integrity, mental well-being affect, whether we can give, whether we can accept what we receive. We are all equal, no matter what body we were born into. If we turn to each other with love, we will see more clearly the path ahead.

Blinded by the past

Not a day goes by without warning myself of the ancient wisdom that was formulated in thousands and thousands of ways by those who truly understood the essence of great things: we must let go of the past. We have nothing to look for there anymore. It cannot define us, it cannot infiltrate into the present, it cannot decide on the future, it has no real power over our lives. Yet we tend to look for answers there in spite of all their futility, and we find ourselves so easily that we want to be smart again in the past, even though, let’s face it, it’s unnecessary. Our time travel abilities are still stuttering at the level of sci-fi, so we’d better accept the fact that we can’t change it. The only key in our hands is to accept it as what it is and to shape our attitude to be acceptable and livable for us as well.

We understand, we know that we have to move forward, and so neither walking, cycling, nor driving a car is efficient if we are constantly looking backwards, because that way we see nothing of either our present or the road ahead. We are handcuffed, tied up, made incapacitate by the lack of turning our heads forward. And when we think of driving, we can clearly see the pattern that we can only deal with the very present moment in a meaningful way. This is how we should look at our lives somehow. There is only this exact moment right here, only the present. The past is gone, the future is completely uncertain, but here, at this moment, there are plenty of opportunities for us to dare to live. Let’s take advantage!

Why do we insist so much on what is no longer there? Oh yes, there can be a number of reasons for this, from the very sore to the easier escape routes. We can cling to our past because we know it, and that predictability can be captivating, but you already know that this is also the wrong way to go. There are those who have gone through terrible traumas and can’t break away from it, life is just a distorted pain for them, and the joy, the balance is as unattainable as Hollywood star dudes for teenage girls. External help is simply needed here. And we don’t have to believe that only American soldiers live with such traumas. Many of our little countries are also filled with souls suffering from miserable conditions; who do not know where to go next, and the miraculous, rainbow sky of their only life is covered by impenetrable gray clouds through which the life-giving sunlight can hardly pass. They run into dimming, survival, but there is no breakthrough. Here the grip of the past is so strong that it is incomprehensively hard to change alone.

However, it is also so powerful when we are the victims of a relationship from which we feel there is no escape. Bad, yet somehow familiar, and the unknown, even if it promises change, somehow, we can’t believe it. Unfortunately, it is often heard that victims cannot specifically break out of this role because they somehow feel neither worthy nor strong enough to dare to move on. The mind is very complicated, it is difficult to scour it out. It can be worth gold if we have a potent, reliable outside observer who can guide us with love. Let us just accept that we are social beings, and asking for help does not reveal our weakness, but the strength with which we are preparing to start our journey on the path of change.

Grief, a divorce, a breakup, or any other new life situation also crushes us. Because we cease to be who we were, and the unknown is always scary. We need to redefine our own existence, which is not an easy task. And such a very recognizable pain of the present makes us quite dull, and we flee to where everything was still beautiful, where we still found the balance that was lost in this present. And even if the present is empty, let’s just say many times that always, everything changes. At the same time, we also accept that we can’t simply level up. Sometimes we have to go through all the phases of pain in order to get ahead. But also be aware that you are always ahead, even when you are really hopeless.

When we analyze the past, our most pleasant feeling is nostalgia. It is also a deceptive, mischievous goblin, but if handled well, we can turn it to our advantage. We simply like to recall the past with our friends and family, especially when we remember really beautiful experiences together or even alone. For me, it is my sin. Ever since I can write, I have written a diary, written poems, written short stories, novels, thousands of letters. And I kept them all. Sometimes I took them out, analyzed them, maybe even more often than I should have. I was able to relive the memories in their reality at the time, in their pure and unsophisticated nature, because what I described then could not be altered by the memory. For years, I watched as the events of my past pretty slowly tied their chains to me, and it was their current subjectivity that became the actual objectivity in the present tense that sought to define me. I began to feel like I was living in a real dream world, like in a girl novel of the last century. I longed for adventure, for drama. Maybe the stories weren’t written by the present anymore, but I created them as if I had written plays. Many times my writings have come true in some form. And as a kid, as a teenager, they made a big impact on me. It took a long time for me to decide not to write a diary anymore.

When I got sick, I would have been able to describe everything I went through because then I would have had to relive the whole thing and I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t forget a single moment. I was unbearable for myself too, and yes, I had to be born again. All I had was put it on its way because it led me to where I was struggling with cancer amid dense vomiting and devouring pain. I actually got off the road and it shouldn’t have happened. I let go of love. It hurt even more when I learned about the road I was racing down from my writings years later, now as an outside observer, even though I didn’t even notice. Then. Today, I think I have filled my life — even with violence — with so much experience, pain, passion, and the pursuit of dreams because in this way I can write them down. writing is no longer necessary for me to avoid losing my thoughts, memories. I write because I have received feedback several times over the years that maybe sometimes, somehow, I can pass on something to others from the many experiences, the love I have received.

It’s also time to finally get rid of my old diaries, my letters. I didn’t think I would ever do that. My clinging to the past, so that no one could take it from me was much stronger than me. Now, however, I threw everything out with a calm heart. Not with anger, not with force, but with happy ease. They had to go already. Everything I’ve ever longed for is here, in my present. They helped me a lot to get to know myself, to see a path, but I also know that I won’t go that path again. I learned from it and I go ahead.

The past has influenced me sometimes, but I’m already trying to keep it under control and believe that I’m changing, too. I am no longer the one who I was ten or even twenty years ago. After all, I grew up, I studied, and I am constantly learning. I try to become more open and live the present. Consciously. Because I all that have is as much as you have:  our present. It doesn’t hurt for us to hide in a velvety warm blanket of nostalgia on a pleasant summer evening, but it shouldn’t get any closer. It doesn’t matter if it was cruel or just wonderful, because that past is no longer with us. We’re just here. Let us experience the beauty of every day that dawns on us again.

Do nothing

We dream of doing nothing that will gain upon us in another country where we know no one, and we can throw away the eternal and heavy burden of expectations. We imagine us walking on the beach in the waves crashing ashore at sunset, holding hands with the love of our lives. We imagine waking up in a log house in the middle of the forest on the shores of a fabulous little lake in the embrace of snow-white, caressing bedding, and on the terrace absorbing the fragrant mountain air deeply, we promise that now we will really live differently.

Yet nothing changes. There is only work at home. We work around the clock. We don’t even have to be there; it goes in our head. Thoughts spin, we are full of to-do lists, and we are horrified that it is as if we are not going anywhere at all. We stand still and are terribly ashamed to do anything. That’s really from the devil. We don’t devote time to something that clearly distinguishes a vacation from an ordinary weekday. We don’t allow ourselves to break out of that consuming daily routine, because we’re used to it, and then we certainly have to do it, there’s no fairy tales, we have to deal with it. You can have so good conversations at home too! We must decide that this has a place in our lives because it is completely nonsense to only drain that battery and never charge it. So, what makes a vacation different? No forced cleaning, no garden work, no emails, calls, messages, we turn off. Why not turn it off at home? Who says take your work home? Leave it there at work, there is a place for it. Sure, everyone does his or her job differently, but I do see many times that it’s not the job that clings to the person, but the other way around. If we want to make up for something in our lives, then the most obvious solution is to hide behind work and say you must, that’s it. But that only gets us further away from finding ourselves in that dense forest.

We don’t like to relax because they’ll condemn you. Even if no one knows about it, then we will condemn ourselves for it, because it is a perfectly anti-life behavior. He who does nothing is lazy, it will not become anything, it will not lead to anything. Is this true? There are so tortured gray faces running around the world that they could even be robots. Would that be right? Is this the way to live? Self-whipping, perfectionism. The morning routine starts, rush, the morning goes by without noticing it, should eat something, probably later, still have something to do, and so we run until late at night, when we still don’t want to let ourselves rest. Believe me, I live this too. Sometimes I would need to do so many things at once that I don’t even feel like starting.

And I never praise myself like wow, you did it skillfully, and I rarely get the reward of sitting down and doing nothing. Or to do what I really like because I think about how many things could still be done at that time. It’s the certain point when I simply must stop and ask if I really need to put in another wash, clean the kitchen cabinet doors, or rather turn a little bit inward. There’s a rumble in my ear that I could do everything better, that I could do a lot more, and sometimes I would have to slap myself up and I’m not even exaggerating. Why do I overwork myself so much then, since I already know that it will hit me back if I just take advantage of this body? I understand the truly valuable things in life are certainly not born of these activities.

It cannot be voiced enough. Joy, peace, placidity requires awareness. We need that hug and it should be long. Why does kiss medicine work for children? Because they still know, feel what power love has. Well, you can’t find that while you’re doing the dishes. Don’t be ashamed of yourself if you feel you need a little time when you’re doing something you enjoy, it’s quite human. It is not a sin, in fact give it to yourself, demand it, because you gain more with it than with any other activity. And how interesting that most of us feel the flow while doing arts or sports because it’s natural. Run, hike, swim, bicycle, and turn up the volume. Let the music energize you! Dance, sing, draw, paint, throw your thoughts on paper, make music out loud, and immerse yourself in the feeling. You didn’t get your talent to put it in the corner saying you can’t make a living from it. Look deeply for what motivates you, what you are always happy to do and don’t let it disappear into the maze of everyday life.

Have a holiday in your soul every day and be grateful for it, thank yourself for giving a chance because you are doing it for a more balanced life. Eat good, don’t worry so much about cleaning, the job, the things to do, and most of all, don’t rush. Read, relax, enjoy your life! Play, laugh, love, and let that feeling come close. When I went very deep in my life, I also vowed, of course, it doesn’t always go so well. I wondered if I would really want to remember that, if I was worth it, to be able to remember it at all. When I will sum up my life, do I really want to see how clean the house was and how much I rushed to get ahead, to meet others expectations, while many valuable, wonderful years, my youth, passed me by with no content at all? No. That’s not what I want to see. So, I’m creating the world I want to live in, and I’m writing its pages full of stories that I’ll be happy to read back, even if I have to face difficulties sometimes. It will be about love, being together, understanding, great conversations, playing, gratitude and joy. I accept that everything changes, and yet in this perpetual change, I will always strive for balance. Because it’s my decision. You can decide that too. I fill my thoughts with a lot of positive energy, and it flows from my words, I pass that on with my actions. Is it difficult? Yep! But it’s worth doing.

Create silence

Pick up the rhythm, wake up early, no time to be lazy. Push the coffee in, preferably already get dressed, between two bites of food, but if you don’t have breakfast, that’s okay too, it’s out of fashion these days. The energy drink may come with a cigarette, it will be good in the car too, just don’t be late, because there is a rush, you can’t stop. The job is spinning, you haven’t eaten just anger and anxiety yet, but there’s a lot of it, and look what she does, look what he did, oh holy God, why do you need it all the time, you need another coffee instead, you can’t stand it. You also have something quick for lunch, while hanging on the phone, because you are late, you never catch yourself, and where the evening is, you should stand up til night. Work’s just over, running to the post office, shop, special class, training, because you shouldn’t stop, you don’t have time to stop, you should cook, no matter how you will, order something, it will be good. Right now, it’s midnight, what’s going on? You can’t fall asleep, you eat what you have cooked all day, you can’t turn it off, your head is full of your yesterday, tomorrow, but when are you at all where you should be?

If for some reason you take a few minutes to slow down today, let it be now. In the spring, nature awakens with great force and pours on us its infinite beauty, its enchanting scent. Why can it do that? Because the whole nature rested in the winter. He allowed itself to be recharged so that it could later focus all its energy on rebirth. Why do you miss winter out of your life? Why do you think summer can be fertile all the time? Life is a circle, and not only the change of seasons, the hours of your day, your little life is a part of it. If you are awake, you also need to sleep. Everything you have learned during the day, all the information that has come to you, will then be built into your consciousness when you let yourself rest. You know, like babies. Then we somehow still instinctively know that we need to sleep against too many stimuli. Then we still know we have to turn it off. By a lot of restful sleep, we will also become more mature, smarter and stronger. Yes, because muscles also need rest. Without it, you can’t do anything with your workout, the quantity is often quite at a disadvantage to the quality in today’s rush. Your body also needs to recharge because otherwise it will turn against you. You will also digest properly if you leave time and peace for the process. Not rapidly snack something because it is completely anti-life. You see, when you were a baby, you fell asleep nicely after eating because you told your body to keep calm, now I want to digest. But somehow with growing up, we believe that by then we can commit all sorts of torturous sins against ourselves. In fact, we can do it, there’s nothing wrong with that, but there’s revenge for not loving your body and not paying attention to it anyway. And ah, don’t look for excuses because there’s always one of them. Don’t list to yourself why you have to live like this but see why you don’t really change your lifestyle. Why don’t you nourish your body? Why don’t you give it quality food? Why don’t you get enough sleep? Don’t you feel like you’re at war with yourself completely?

Once you’ve noticed your body, also notice how much rubbish you’re burdening your thoughts with. You’re constantly working on your to-do list, supplementing it with all the rumors, workplace problems, and if that’s not enough, you’re also accepting the filth sweeping from social media, even if you’re not a charity. You get horrified at starving kids, pull yourself up in politics, listen and read all sorts of amazing horrors from the world, and you start to dread, to be anxious, and maybe you don’t even see it all as a consequence of it. You’re full of negative energy, and that can’t even be voiced enough, you’re a little tired of hearing it, but they’re there in you and they’re quietly destroying yourself because you don’t take the time to delete the junk files. Delete every night, but even from the trash!

Imagine a morning when everything was going to happen differently, just because you want it differently. The change begins in your head. You’ll wake up sleepy this morning too, but you give yourself five minutes until you get to your present. In these five minutes, you are not rushing yet, but collecting energy. You don’t have to start with a cardio workout, of course. Stretch a little or just sit down cross-legged, do a few head circles, just what’s okay. Even then, decide to become a little more aware, a little more grateful for being blessed each day. Welcome the day, give thanks for the new beginning. Then have breakfast. If you just try a muesli, it’s excellent. If you’ve never eaten breakfast before, just a few bites. Slide the coffee a little later because your body should wake up first. If you drink after waking up, you will only speed up the process that would take place anyway. Wait an hour or even an hour and a half and add a hint of silence to your coffee or tea as well. You see, so you really get extra charge in return. Feed your body with quality food, even if it’s more difficult, even if you’re not Nigela, you will get used to it, and if you understand the quality, from there you won’t even want to go back, you’re going to demand that you live well. Don’t take on more than you can handle. Do the change with small steps.

Move, breathe, soak up the sunlight, even if it’s just a walking, biking to your workplace, or while you’re in a hurry to the kindergarten for the kids. Let the beauty close to you and be grateful for everything you have. Be grateful for what you got, who you are. Enjoy the music, the flavors, the scents, the hug, the breeze on your face, the beauty in the world because they are all there for you, the only question is whether you want to pay attention to them. Give yourself the silence, it’s completely free.

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