I have learned much about people and about how the mind works, especially the tricks it plays. What I discovered through self-introspection, scientists have studied and concluded; that humans are hard-wired to non-consciously shift their view of reality to avoid working harder.
It's our own biases that distort our understanding of the world. Half the pain we inflict on ourselves is because of our rigid beliefs on how things should be. We could not enjoy the technology of flight for the longest time because we as a society held onto to the rigid belief that anything heavier than air would fall down. It begs the question what other beliefs are still tethering us to the ground?
It's the questions that really matter, not the answers, for it's in the asking, in that silence when your memory, your learned observations haven't yet kicked in, that you know what you have always known. You are what you choose to be, so choose wisely.
what do people do with all their dreams and hopes? These tiny sparks of creativity, of love and inspiration? They neglect it, let it die a slow painful death by rejection or they expose them to the harsh conditions of the world where norms and popular opinion crush it before it even gets a chance to see the light.
Some stories need to be told even if the only one listening is the writer. The job of the story teller is to tell stories nothing more but never less. It is up to the listener to decide if they want to be carried away in the ebbs and lows of the narrative, to hear the call of the birds, the chill of the dawn or the blistering heat of the dessert.
I have a thing for Gregorian chants, my kids tend to roll their eyes and then flop themselves on the sofa when they see my cds come out, and you can do the same as this post is centred on that topic. Now that blog etiquettes (warnings) have been dispensed with, this is what I... Continue Reading →
Richard Bach had written in his book Illusions that 'You're always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past'. As an 18-year-old I never quite understood what he meant and I shelved it as one of those mystical sayings that are so deep that you float! Today 18 years later I have finally... Continue Reading →
It’s the Christian holy period of Lent, 40 days of introspection, fasting and prayers. Not many Christians observe it and as there aren’t any fixed rules, many just don’t let it affect their lives. My mother is a very staunch Catholic and my father; a merry soul believes his special relationship with God exempts... Continue Reading →
As I step onto my bathroom scale, exhale and tense up for, I dunno, the 1000th time, it hits me. I’m obsessed with my weight; yeah it’s a no brainer, more so for the acknowledgment of it than the actual fact. You see, I am this aged wild child who believes in the individual, an... Continue Reading →