sábado, 30 de julio de 2016

CALL ME ANY TIME THAT YOU SEE THE LIGHTNING

I'm on a loop. I'm writing this post listening to Kygo's Raging song. I can't stop listening to it! It's weird how some songs are intrinsic, they touch something deep inside your soul. They feel like a drug, your mind just flies away to a familiar place but it's still difficult to pinpoint where you're flying to. You just feel everything, and you smile because you're whole. In this precise moment, everything is perfect, and everything is just where and how it is supposed to be. Life is simple. Your mind is in a limbo dancing around your happy place. Right now your life is this moment. 

I'm experiencing a duality, on the one hand I don't want to think, I just want to keep feeling this strange sensation of ecstasy. On the other hand, I want to remember. I want to remember the place, the life, where this feeling is taking me to. It feels so familiar, it's enervating. It's like one of those amazing dreams you experience every so often. Dreams where the alarm clock rings, you wake up but you just want to fall back to sleep as if nothing happened, and keep dreaming what you were dreaming. Keep dreaming the same dream, not a fabrication of what you were dreaming, the same exact dream where you had no control of its outcome. 

Trying to think, look back and reminiscence it's so attractive, but...  just like a dream, if you do so when your flying, and want to keep feeling euphoric, ecstatic, rhapsodic, intoxicated by this incredible moment, you can't think, you can't wake up, you just have to keep feeling, dreaming. Don't wake up. Keep experiencing this amazing moment, your moment, as long as it lasts. Keep raging, raging... You'll have plenty of time to analyze it once the moment has passed. 

sábado, 18 de junio de 2016

On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.

Last year I had my heart broken, like a glass panel smashed by a huge hammer it broke into a million pieces. I’m ok now, but I’m still putting some pieces back together. I know I have to pay special attention to the glue I use to do so because it will define how solid the new structure will be. Better to spend some time choosing the right glue or even better to melt down the pieces to make a stronger structure, than to use whatever you have at hand just to save time and get a crappy one to get by.

My journey to acceptance has been a struggle. Why is it so difficult to accept despicable actions of people we love? Why is it that we believe people we love would never intentionally hurt us? Is it our own pride? Our misconceived self grandeur? No one likes making mistakes because they reveal our imperfect nature, but they are fundamental for our personal growth. Sociopaths would definitely choose to overlook the mistakes they’ve made because they just don’t give a shit, but the rest of us should choose to fix them. Not because it’s easy, but because it is the right thing to do, and what will eventually define us as a person. We are not defined by our mistakes but by what we do once we’ve made them. We can choose to overlook them as if they never happened or we can do our best to fix them. Denial is attractive, and in the short term we might be better off overlooking them, but in the long term, if we’re not just an empty vessel our conscience will make our lives unbearable and wish we had confronted them earlier. People are complex but with the proper perspective and a clear mind, we all know what is right.

Time is the most valuable asset we have because it’s limited, it’s the most limited resource we have. Time gone by is either lost or well spent. Our whole life is defined by how we allocate our time. Although I’ve dedicated way too much time on someone who wasn’t worth it, it revealed a lot about myself. It made me rethink my life and explore my soul in ways I haven’t done before. On my quest to find an explanation to make sense of it all I realized that I will never find an explanation that will make what happened right. Trying to do so is just a waste of time. Einstein believed insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result, expecting a logical behavior of someone who behaves illogically is probably the same. Most people don’t really change, they might change some small qualities and behaviors over time, but their essence, their true nature, won’t change. If you try to save a scorpion from drowning with your bare hands be prepared to get stung. This doesn’t mean you have to let the scorpion drown, if it’s in your nature to save the scorpion do so but wear a glove. ;)

On my quest I’ve also discovered the true meaning of forgiveness. To forgive is not to forget nor to excuse the other person’s behavior, it’s to accept what happened and how it made you feel. It’s to stop recreating and reliving a past that had no future. It’s to stop expecting something from the wrongdoer. Closure probably makes forgiveness easier but forgiveness is an internal and personal act. Although every time someone wrongs you it hurts, the size of the scar will depend way more on how you treat your injury than on its magnitude. A nasty injury that is treated properly will leave a way smaller scar than a small one that you keep picking the scab off.

Last but not least, it gave me a new perspective on love. I thought love was a reciprocal act between two people, but I arrived to the conclusion that love can be unidirectional. “It is the time you spend on your rose that makes your rose so important.”* A crush pops up and can easily fade away because it has no roots. Love, on the other hand, has a way longer lifespan because it has roots that cover your entire self. Love is magical not because it pops up like a rabbit from a magician’s top hat, but because it’s the magical outcome of choosing to care about someone or something. Despite love is a leap of faith, you can’t do anything to be loved but just let yourself be loved, it’s overwhelming once you truly internalize the fact you chose to do so. Although reciprocal love is what we hope for, unidirectional love will leave you with a fuller self. Love makes you selfless, it reveals the best of you and it motivates you to become the best version of yourself; you just have to be prepared “to weep a little if you allow yourself to be tamed.”*

*The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

100% ESQUIZOFRENICO

Para que no me rompan mas las pelotas con eso de hablar solo, me compre unos headphones con microfono y los tengo puestos todo el día. No los tengo conectados a nada pero el boludaje no lo sabe. La gente piensa que estoy ocupadísimo con llamadas todo el tiempo y no me molestan. Esto a mi me da un respiro. Que agobiante es tener que estar todo el día haciendo lo politically correct. Con los headphones puestos puedo ser yo mismo sin tener que estar aparentando todo el tiempo que soy alguien más. Si la gente supiera la libertad que podrían tener con esas tiritas de cable que tienen colgadas! Lo único que tienen que hacer para ganar esa libertad es desconectarlas pero la mayoría de ellos no lo harían no por no estar conectados sino porque se sentirían ridículos.

martes, 24 de noviembre de 2015

100% SUNSHINE

Hay días en los que la vida nos sonríe y días en los que lo único que nos queda es sonreírle a la vida. 

miércoles, 23 de septiembre de 2015

100% CHOCOLATE

Life is like a box of chocolates... DARK!!! hahaha If you are one of those lucky bastards touched by a supreme power, in your first pick you will find the perfect piece for you. For the rest of us mortals, finding the perfect pick will convey a longer journey, where intuition and resilience will play an huge roll. Intuition is based on your experience and your ability to learn from your mistakes. Your brain works in mysterious ways, consciously you might not always be able explain a gut feeling, but that feeling means something. Your brain is probably identifying a pattern. Your conscious brain might not be able to put the finger on it, but your unconscious brain does. Resilience will put you back in the game once you have lost a match. Life is not just one set, in the long run, both personal traits will prove critical. What about luck you might say. Luck... well... luck will always tip the table in favor or against the odds, but as you can't control it, don't depend on it. Take L. Pasteur's word for it, according to him "luck favors the prepared mind". Beware the flashy looking pieces, although they might be very attractive on the outside, they might prove to be hollow in the inside. Once you've chosen a piece, if it doesn't prove to be fulfilling, or its too soft or too hard in the inside, too rich or too subtle, has a bitter taste, or a foul aftermath, do not dispair, the box still holds plenty of pieces to choose from. Be resilient and take another go. Trust your intuition, if your hand avoids certain pieces it might be because although you might not remember, they might have the same shape or color to one you didn't like. Don't be a fool, don't pick them up. Learn from your past experience and choose wisely. Keep picking up pieces until you find the right piece for you. Don't stop until you do so. Why stick to a piece that doesn't do it for you? But, once you've picked up the perfect piece for you, don't be an ass, stick to it. ;)

sábado, 24 de agosto de 2013

100% WISDOM

"The first to apologise is the bravest. The first to forgive is the strongest. And the first to forget is the happiest." - Pope Francis

sábado, 4 de febrero de 2012

100% RELAX


Source: The Cool Hunter

domingo, 2 de octubre de 2011

SUEÑO QUE SUEÑO

Sueño que sueño con vos
caminando por una calle empedrada
está lloviendo y estás ensopada.
Sueño que escucho tu vos
pero el viento me habla y me grita
me empuja, me aleja, ¡me irrita!
Sueño que veo lágrimas de lluvia
atacando tu cuerpo con rabia
tratan de frenarte y apresarte.
Sueño que tratás de escaparte
luchás contra el viento y le ganás.
El sol sale con actitud y suspirás.
Sueño que sueño con vos
pero es sólo un sueño, ¿quién sos?

sábado, 19 de febrero de 2011

MOVE ON!!!

Una canción que te transporta a esa chica que se perdió en el camino. A esa chica que pensaste que era "The One" y que por momentos te cuestionás si fue real or only "Just a Dream".

It wasn't a dream, it was real as hell, and perfect in a way. Savior these 4:02min to remember. Enjoy the melancholy cocktail, and move on! ;)

jueves, 4 de marzo de 2010

Aujourd'hui Ma Grand-Maman Est Mort

Nombre: Ana Cristina Elsner Roca de Lahusen

AKA: Kitty, abuela o labuela (así, como suena, sin ningún espacio)

Relación: Abuela-madre

Especie: Única; Dementor-solidario

Atributos remarcables: personalidad carismática, mucha actitud; ojos color kriptonita; garras afiladísimas; nivel de energía fuera de lo normal; lengua aunque no bífida, sin filtro; estatura mini o mini más 10cm con rodete; dedo índice chueco cubierto por curita; cabello rubio, extrafino, longitud estimada 160cm; sentido del humor, como todos en la familia, muy particular.

Nunca olvidaré:
- El pan negro con “mantequilla” y dulce de leche cortado en cuadraditos que me preparaba cuando chico.
- Los cantos que organizaba en la camioneta del campo.
- Sus ataques de cólera bautizados por ella “leche hervida”.
- Su baja tolerancia para el etílico - con dos copas de vino estaba en el aire tirando panes a diestra y siniestra.
- Su visión nihilista del mundo.
- Su muy efectivo poder de negociación; aunque me daba mucha vergüenza.
- Su generosidad.
- And last but not least: su manera incondicional y bizarra de querer.

Labuela no es sólo alguien con quien tuve una relación de amor-odio, sino también uno de los pilares de mi persona. Siempre la recordaré y siempre vivirá dentro de mí con cariño.