Puzzle of thoughts

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What do you want to be when you grow up?

That’s the most important question parents should ask their child. Always. I’m sure the answer will be different each time until the kid finally settles on something. But no matter what the answer is, the parent should do whatever he can to help the child achieve that dream. “I want to be a musician”. Buy him a guitar, take him to music lessons. “I want to be a ballerina”. Take her to ballet classes. “I want to be an astronaut”. Take him to NASA. Ok, that may not be possible, but you’ll think of something. Encourage your kid to dream, to form ideas and plans for the future. Tell him stories about the great men and women in history, watch movies, read books together, experience life with your child. He or she will thank you when he or she will grow up and make that dream come true.

Teach your child how to distinguish right from wrong, but not by yelling “NO” when you see him doing something wrong. Explain, calmly, why that is wrong. Tell him in simple words why he/she has to eat the broccoli and why sugar is good in moderate quantities. Show him/her how to play games on the computer, but also play games outside with him/her. Take field trips, even if you camp outside in the backyard, or even if you only go to the market. Life is an adventure. Let him/her taste it. Encourage him to go out and SEE, HEAR and FEEL. And because time has a way of passing unnoticed, you’ll probably see the results of all these things soon enough.


The flow of thoughts

When you sit in the bath tub for a hour, with the hot water pouring on your back and making your skin red, thoughts tend to unfold and flourish. It’s a kind of mental peace, but not the quiet type. You aren’t focused on one thought in particular, but the flow starts to make sense at some point. Ideas, memories, feelings tend to get  clarification and they start to complete each other. You may get to a point where you realize that you might have gotten something wrong or you may find what was the actual cause of a certain feeling. After another 15 minutes you start making statements. You categorize your life and you discover the actual meaning of stuff. Worse case scenario? You discover that you have nothing to hang on to and that your future is as fragile as a spider web. 

So, what’s left to do, when you get to that point?

Easy. Get out of the bath tub. Or switch to cold water!

Are you alive?

There are moments in your life when you stop to analyze your situation, to see where you are, how you stand. The most awful thing you can discover is that you wasted your life big time. You can not recuperate the time you’ve lost. You can not “turn back time” . The song says it, the movies say it, you know it. The first question that should come to your 10% functioning brain is how exactly do you know you’ve wasted your life. Well…there is no good, proper answer to that question. The average man will say that a well spent life is the one that has the basic needs fulfilled. An alright job, a family, picnics with friends once a month, a house with a garden for kids to play in, maybe even a dog. But, that is the average man, the man that has his life planned out since his first kiss. I’m not saying that’s wrong. I have only respect and partial envy for that kind of man. He or she knows what they want and they put the right amount of effort in achieving all those things. You may jump at my throat like a hungry beastie and argue that everyone knows how their life should be, how they want it to turn up and that not everyone succeeds in fulfilling their plans, no matter the amount of effort they put into it. That is also true. But you have not let me finish my introduction.

You know you’ve wasted your life if, when you take the most vivid memory and play it in your head over and over again, it loses it’s meaning and remains just a memory. I think I’ve led you to a confusing pit and now you’re thinking I’m just a person that has a pee for a brain. Let me put it in simpler, shorter sentences.  You had a moment in your past which brought you happiness or sorrow. Recall it. Replay it. Try to visualize it with your eyes wide open (the effect is stronger this way). Remember every detail, every thought you had in that scene. How was the weather? What were you wearing? What were the other people around you wearing? Reproduce the conversation if there was one, the gestures, the reactions (yours especially). Done? How’s your state of mind right now? How’s your pulse? How big is the smile on your face? How about tears? Have they reclaimed their freedom of speech? If not, try another memory, and another.  Our body is supposed to contain a thing called soul. That’s where they say emotions are stored (we all know it’s all in the brain, but let’s not disappoint all the poetic spirits out there). If a man did not exploit the infinite chart if feelings, he has not lived. If you have not felt the horrifying pain that makes you rip your heart (or brain…) out, if you haven’t loved with every inch of your mind and body, if you never felt your heart beat so fast that almost broke your chest open, then, my dear cyber friend, you have not lived. Of course, if you re not 90 years old and prepared for the final stage of living, then you still have a chance to pump some oil into that heart/brain of yours and start living. And lets throw a tiny cliché at the end of this philosophical life lesson: better late than never.


I like the streets. I like walking. Not too fast, not too slow, just the average pace of  someone who wants to get to one place but she’s not  in a hurry. I enjoy a crowded street as I do an empty, quiet one. I listen to the pace of others, to the sound of cars, to the noises around me and I can do whatever I want with them in my mind. Yes, I like to distort reality sometimes, to create scenarios and all kinds of stories. I try to imagine what people think, what their problems are, where are they going. It may sound as the mind of a child, but it isn’t. It is only the mind of an adult who sometimes pretends to be a child because the world seems a little better when she does. Reality is always wonderful through the eyes of a child, and that’s why some people try to recreate that type of reality when they are all grown up. It is not proof of  immaturity, but proof of a sane mind. You should try it sometimes. Try to let go of the pure, hard facts and let your mind drift. Create scenes based on reality, but go further. The key to save a bad situation is to look for those small things that make you happy. Try to bring a smile on that lady’s face, or to make that salesman’s day better. Just be careful not to get hit by a car.

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