dimanche 21 décembre 2014
jeudi 18 décembre 2014
At least here what is a power we all have : sharing what we think is worthy to be shared and spread over the world we all live in.
Only speaking about it or writing an article to promote that very thing that we thought deserved to be know more and a little bit of our time.
Even if we're not creators ourselves we can still choose what is good to pass around and the brains, ideas, and emotions, we want to uphold.
Only speaking about it or writing an article to promote that very thing that we thought deserved to be know more and a little bit of our time.
Even if we're not creators ourselves we can still choose what is good to pass around and the brains, ideas, and emotions, we want to uphold.
samedi 13 décembre 2014
Beck Mongolian Chop Squad - Full Length "Brainstorm" Dub (Lyrics)
With a broken english but So relevant!
mardi 9 décembre 2014
People as Cats
As i was coming back from sport, i encountered a friendly gingery cat, and on the rest of my way some thoughts were sparkled in me.
If you are affraid of people, try to imagine them as cats, each individual is a big friendly cat.
Cats riding bikes and cars, cats working on a construction site, cats taking the dog out, cats cleaning the porch.
I think associating humans with those cute creatures in the mind could change the perception and will allow to see that most humans aren't dangerous, most are kind hearted, and if you feel and act toward a human as you do toward a cat, all of you, i think that will create such an irresistible friendly contact, everyone will succumb to joy.
Sure there exists a minority of serial killers and psychopaths that will break your skull without warning if you approach them, but all you'll see is a big furry cat.
No really that's a tiny minority, people are as friendly as cats i swear.
(actually there was a musical picturing that subject... but don't think about that the humongus cats were creepy in this one, eh eh!)
If you are affraid of people, try to imagine them as cats, each individual is a big friendly cat.
Cats riding bikes and cars, cats working on a construction site, cats taking the dog out, cats cleaning the porch.
I think associating humans with those cute creatures in the mind could change the perception and will allow to see that most humans aren't dangerous, most are kind hearted, and if you feel and act toward a human as you do toward a cat, all of you, i think that will create such an irresistible friendly contact, everyone will succumb to joy.
Sure there exists a minority of serial killers and psychopaths that will break your skull without warning if you approach them, but all you'll see is a big furry cat.
No really that's a tiny minority, people are as friendly as cats i swear.
(actually there was a musical picturing that subject... but don't think about that the humongus cats were creepy in this one, eh eh!)
mardi 2 décembre 2014
lundi 1 décembre 2014
Words of a drunk guy (drunk dimanche 30 novembre 2014)
The other day i was drunk, i spent the evening with very nice people, and all went very well up to me (though i don't know if i'll ever see them again), but when i came back to my place around three in the morning i couldn't sleep because my head was spinning hard and i was energetic, finally i wrote that text, from which i feel estranged now that i read it while sober, but it is still interesting i think :
"Fuck i'm drunk
I'm not a vector, i'm not someone you pass by and you can forget, i refuse to be, you accept it or you don't but i'm going to shake you to your core, stupidity is not my creed, you come along to the center of your brain or you break, you show your back, you disconnect and that's "bye bye", you don't need me and i don't need you for that trip to the decisive questions, i don't want to sadden you or bring you down in any way, but if you can follow, we hit and we cling and it's stronger than marble, i would want to press and kiss, and spin, and spin, or you watch me with your baleful eye, and i don't want to exist for you, does someone understand, what is there to see in your reserve, while i'm here scorched and panting for a glance, a sign to bring you to me, and fall, stop talking if that's your contempt of a real connection, i can take you to a barren land, drop your substances, see me open arms, or flee because you want to lose yourself in stupidity and in false gods, i go alone, i go alone, i'm alone and people see, but they're elsewhere, low or high, that's useless, i depress you because you don't know who you are, so you skip, you shift, you turn, to the one that will pump up your dream, and the desire misses, we all got it wrong, back, back, back away, we finally don't need a link as thin as a hangover last, there's too many worlds and i'm always missing a step, all is lost in the end, what's left is the deceptive memory of the trip."
(and i even attached a video clip, a soundtrack to this piece of thinking :)
"Fuck i'm drunk
I'm not a vector, i'm not someone you pass by and you can forget, i refuse to be, you accept it or you don't but i'm going to shake you to your core, stupidity is not my creed, you come along to the center of your brain or you break, you show your back, you disconnect and that's "bye bye", you don't need me and i don't need you for that trip to the decisive questions, i don't want to sadden you or bring you down in any way, but if you can follow, we hit and we cling and it's stronger than marble, i would want to press and kiss, and spin, and spin, or you watch me with your baleful eye, and i don't want to exist for you, does someone understand, what is there to see in your reserve, while i'm here scorched and panting for a glance, a sign to bring you to me, and fall, stop talking if that's your contempt of a real connection, i can take you to a barren land, drop your substances, see me open arms, or flee because you want to lose yourself in stupidity and in false gods, i go alone, i go alone, i'm alone and people see, but they're elsewhere, low or high, that's useless, i depress you because you don't know who you are, so you skip, you shift, you turn, to the one that will pump up your dream, and the desire misses, we all got it wrong, back, back, back away, we finally don't need a link as thin as a hangover last, there's too many worlds and i'm always missing a step, all is lost in the end, what's left is the deceptive memory of the trip."
(and i even attached a video clip, a soundtrack to this piece of thinking :)
mercredi 26 novembre 2014
Carnal message to myself
Do you remember my body,
not that dirty face,
but that body is worthy.
It has all the right muscles at the right place,
and nothing more.
It somewhat kept its youth,
because it never worked,
and it never lusted.
To all the lovers that body is defiance,
you couldn't find edgier.
Though it longs to be tamed,
in its pride no one qualifies,
in its madness it's ostracized,
remember that,
and cry.
not that dirty face,
but that body is worthy.
It has all the right muscles at the right place,
and nothing more.
It somewhat kept its youth,
because it never worked,
and it never lusted.
To all the lovers that body is defiance,
you couldn't find edgier.
Though it longs to be tamed,
in its pride no one qualifies,
in its madness it's ostracized,
remember that,
and cry.
mercredi 19 novembre 2014
Don't blame but Forgive yourself makes you stronger for the next time
"When we are feeling stressed out and guilty and ashamed, that is a state that puts us into the version of ourselves, the mindset that is much more susceptible to immediate gratification, temptation and anxiety.
It's basically the biological opposite of what needs to be happening in your brain and body to remember your long term goals and to be that other version of yourself (the one that makes you feel empowered and self confident). What we would call the willpower version of yourself. And as soon as you start piling on the guilt and the shame, your brain switches into that other mode in which now everything's gonna be more tempting including procrastinating or including smoking or drinking (or fucking, and any kind of self indulgence that we feel will patch us up quickly but in fact makes us feel worst after a while because that wasn't what we really needed, it was just a quick fake fix, a palliative)."
Kelly McGonigal, "The Willpower Instinct" | Talks at Google
It's basically the biological opposite of what needs to be happening in your brain and body to remember your long term goals and to be that other version of yourself (the one that makes you feel empowered and self confident). What we would call the willpower version of yourself. And as soon as you start piling on the guilt and the shame, your brain switches into that other mode in which now everything's gonna be more tempting including procrastinating or including smoking or drinking (or fucking, and any kind of self indulgence that we feel will patch us up quickly but in fact makes us feel worst after a while because that wasn't what we really needed, it was just a quick fake fix, a palliative)."
Kelly McGonigal, "The Willpower Instinct" | Talks at Google
lundi 17 novembre 2014
I only do what comes easy to me, and that's my greatest mistake, i can't bear failure, i can't bear to be mediocre and be judged like it. I never fight for anything, or anyone, and i see now how it's such a shame.
But the state of mediocrity is only part of a learning process. One is mediocre when putting no effort to get better at something, and by fear or laziness stays stagnant in that state (more often fear than laziness, search behind it, the barrier thought is here, get it and break it, and live better).
But the state of mediocrity is only part of a learning process. One is mediocre when putting no effort to get better at something, and by fear or laziness stays stagnant in that state (more often fear than laziness, search behind it, the barrier thought is here, get it and break it, and live better).
mardi 4 novembre 2014
My Utopia
Here are snippets of an idea. My point of view.
The economy, the job system, of our modern societies are based on money, on making the largest profit.
To me this is such a monumental mistake, a flaw, a vice in our way of living, because what brings true happiness?!, it's not money, everyone knows that, people tried and they constantly fall again into depression and lack, so what?!, in my opinion sincere human contacts is what brings the truest happiness, having friends, helping each others, being and feeling confident and real in presence of others (and also in one's own presence).
So i think we should shift the functioning of societies and the job system on that value, everyone should choose a job because he/she cares to do it properly, feeling fullfilled to be helpful and have good relations with others, it's simple, just let yourself be and you'll know that what you really want is be open and connect.
In the end only the useful jobs will be taken, those that really help people and are focused on the well being of everyone, everything that is a real service to the other.
And all the jobs that exist only to make profit will disappear, everything that is oriented to plain consumerism, everything that is of material possessions won't be needed anymore, and humanity will go in a rightful, sane, and caring direction, growing stronger by helping each others.
And if ever we need a pair of shoes, or a chair (only the essential will be needed), we will turn to the small individual makers, the real talented and devoted craftsmen, that does the job with passion because it's fullfilling for them to help people that way (and surely not for the money, though the work will also be rewarded that way, but more efficiently and fairly, so everyone would get a decent living, helping each others, without ever over consuming anything; over consuming is a plague for humanity!), we won't need cars, but buses and tramways will circulate because some people will care to bring that service to others. We will possess less stuff but we will share and help more, we will be less individualistic, only because we will understand that good relations, honest communications, between each others is what bring us the more joy and fullfillment in the end.
I throw that here, that's only what i think. Peace.
The economy, the job system, of our modern societies are based on money, on making the largest profit.
To me this is such a monumental mistake, a flaw, a vice in our way of living, because what brings true happiness?!, it's not money, everyone knows that, people tried and they constantly fall again into depression and lack, so what?!, in my opinion sincere human contacts is what brings the truest happiness, having friends, helping each others, being and feeling confident and real in presence of others (and also in one's own presence).
So i think we should shift the functioning of societies and the job system on that value, everyone should choose a job because he/she cares to do it properly, feeling fullfilled to be helpful and have good relations with others, it's simple, just let yourself be and you'll know that what you really want is be open and connect.
In the end only the useful jobs will be taken, those that really help people and are focused on the well being of everyone, everything that is a real service to the other.
And all the jobs that exist only to make profit will disappear, everything that is oriented to plain consumerism, everything that is of material possessions won't be needed anymore, and humanity will go in a rightful, sane, and caring direction, growing stronger by helping each others.
And if ever we need a pair of shoes, or a chair (only the essential will be needed), we will turn to the small individual makers, the real talented and devoted craftsmen, that does the job with passion because it's fullfilling for them to help people that way (and surely not for the money, though the work will also be rewarded that way, but more efficiently and fairly, so everyone would get a decent living, helping each others, without ever over consuming anything; over consuming is a plague for humanity!), we won't need cars, but buses and tramways will circulate because some people will care to bring that service to others. We will possess less stuff but we will share and help more, we will be less individualistic, only because we will understand that good relations, honest communications, between each others is what bring us the more joy and fullfillment in the end.
I throw that here, that's only what i think. Peace.
dimanche 26 octobre 2014
Hammering again the disgusting connivance between money and ego
That's how you make money, by proposing an identity feature for those who think they miss a part.
Really almost everything that sells is!, think about it, and many books or tv shows are amongst them, it's not only objects like jeans, or cars, or furnitures, or cell phones, everything that is bought by people of modern societies, generally it is in the desperate attempt to add something to what is perceived as a deficient identity, that is never complete, never full, never perfect (even food is used like that), it goes beyong de purpose of usefulness, most of the time this is just an excuse to get the object or feeling we crave at the moment (even relations between people can be based on that same trickery). That's a rule of business, Using the ego in most people to pack money.
(i'm annoying i guess, i should accept it... but my problem is : how could i find a job if i don't want to be part of this scheme?! For now i don't know where to search, maybe someday someone will stretch his hand at me to be part of a project that will aim to change those greedy habits and teach humans the truth to respect themselves.)
Really almost everything that sells is!, think about it, and many books or tv shows are amongst them, it's not only objects like jeans, or cars, or furnitures, or cell phones, everything that is bought by people of modern societies, generally it is in the desperate attempt to add something to what is perceived as a deficient identity, that is never complete, never full, never perfect (even food is used like that), it goes beyong de purpose of usefulness, most of the time this is just an excuse to get the object or feeling we crave at the moment (even relations between people can be based on that same trickery). That's a rule of business, Using the ego in most people to pack money.
(i'm annoying i guess, i should accept it... but my problem is : how could i find a job if i don't want to be part of this scheme?! For now i don't know where to search, maybe someday someone will stretch his hand at me to be part of a project that will aim to change those greedy habits and teach humans the truth to respect themselves.)
lundi 20 octobre 2014
J.Homme
It's a room, not much bigger than a classroom, half full of people, and a stage is installed against one wall, i'm attending, hidden on the left side in the audience, Josh Homme enters with his usual cocky attitude, i can feel excitation and noise around me, i am just an observer.
The musicians plug their instruments, and i don't recognize the usual members of Homme's band, that's my first surprise, they play a rough set, a bluesy rock'n'roll, with a lot of distorted guitars, pretty good. Black out.
In the next scene, i'm lying on the stage, my back on an amplifier, the audience is still there, chatting loudly, the concert is over but everyone is at the same place, except me, the musicians are still there, now behind me, and some other people are also lying down on the stage, it feels like one of those hippies rock gathering from the seventies.
Then suddenly Josh Homme appears on my right, and settles next to me, very close, like our elbows are touching, like we are the closest friends, he is slouched, and i notice he is completely stoned, high, on drugs, and i say it to him right away, in the most casual tone, despite the strangeness of the situation, i feel very confortable, and maybe a bit proud that Josh Homme chose to crash down next to me in front of all those people while i was just trying to hide (though i don't know how i ended up on stage).
He is talking to me about science and complex formulas, and i speak to him in english, i remember clearly using the words "mathematicians" and "scientists" when i was picturing what he was telling me about.
Then suddenly he takes a green pen and writes a whole series of numbers and calculation on his left forearm, at an unreal speed, and somewhat i understand and i am happy from this sharing with The Josh Homme.
The interesting stuff happened in the next dream, i'm recounting all of this previous story to one of my friend, acknowledging that it was a dream i remembered, and when i arrive to the part of the writing on the forearm, all excited i present my own forearm, and there is the whole thing, a series of green numbers.
There i woke up.
Isn't it like "Inception", a dream within a strange dream, i think it is interesting so i put it down there.
Peace, Mister Josh Homme.
The musicians plug their instruments, and i don't recognize the usual members of Homme's band, that's my first surprise, they play a rough set, a bluesy rock'n'roll, with a lot of distorted guitars, pretty good. Black out.
In the next scene, i'm lying on the stage, my back on an amplifier, the audience is still there, chatting loudly, the concert is over but everyone is at the same place, except me, the musicians are still there, now behind me, and some other people are also lying down on the stage, it feels like one of those hippies rock gathering from the seventies.
Then suddenly Josh Homme appears on my right, and settles next to me, very close, like our elbows are touching, like we are the closest friends, he is slouched, and i notice he is completely stoned, high, on drugs, and i say it to him right away, in the most casual tone, despite the strangeness of the situation, i feel very confortable, and maybe a bit proud that Josh Homme chose to crash down next to me in front of all those people while i was just trying to hide (though i don't know how i ended up on stage).
He is talking to me about science and complex formulas, and i speak to him in english, i remember clearly using the words "mathematicians" and "scientists" when i was picturing what he was telling me about.
Then suddenly he takes a green pen and writes a whole series of numbers and calculation on his left forearm, at an unreal speed, and somewhat i understand and i am happy from this sharing with The Josh Homme.
The interesting stuff happened in the next dream, i'm recounting all of this previous story to one of my friend, acknowledging that it was a dream i remembered, and when i arrive to the part of the writing on the forearm, all excited i present my own forearm, and there is the whole thing, a series of green numbers.
There i woke up.
Isn't it like "Inception", a dream within a strange dream, i think it is interesting so i put it down there.
Peace, Mister Josh Homme.
vendredi 17 octobre 2014
Little story about past relationships
Sometimes i think back on past relationships, about all the little things that weren't quite right, the awkward moments, my surrender at times, going out of my way, the process leading to those experiences, and in my mind i wince, shouting "Damn! I knew from the start that was wrong.", i reckon those were mistakes, like we have to fall before being able to ride a bike, i learned few things but deep down i knew i wasn't made to stay with those people, and proof is when i remember it i've got a knot in my stomach.
Then the other day i was in my bathroom washing my face and i started fantasizing about a girl i met recently, i built up a scene from the moments we spent together, she was joining me in the light and she was naked, and i was naked, i couldn't resist to hug her and press slightly my body against hers, then came this urge to kiss her, just to kiss her passionately, like we did, i remember our kisses, and at the moment i craved it so hard, hugging her white silky body and kissing avidly, and in my mind i shouted, "Damn!", not because i didn't want that moment to be real again, but on the contrary because i miss her so much it would hurt to remember her sweet presence.
I saw it as a sign, my being says it, some events of the past i want to discard, and some are so precious that i would live in it forever.
Then the other day i was in my bathroom washing my face and i started fantasizing about a girl i met recently, i built up a scene from the moments we spent together, she was joining me in the light and she was naked, and i was naked, i couldn't resist to hug her and press slightly my body against hers, then came this urge to kiss her, just to kiss her passionately, like we did, i remember our kisses, and at the moment i craved it so hard, hugging her white silky body and kissing avidly, and in my mind i shouted, "Damn!", not because i didn't want that moment to be real again, but on the contrary because i miss her so much it would hurt to remember her sweet presence.
I saw it as a sign, my being says it, some events of the past i want to discard, and some are so precious that i would live in it forever.
mercredi 15 octobre 2014
Musing
I have this impression that in modern societies we perceive success by the number of sales that is done, therefore we get famous by the quantity of money that we pass around and that an absolute minority end up hoarding in their safes. No matter that we sell books, cds, washing machines, or the wind of dream and stupidity, money makes glory, money makes humanity talk and stirs covetousness, we often know the people selling the products but rarely those who make them, we often know the performer of a song but rarely the actual composer.
In my case i don't care for money, a minimum is enough to live, if i can work and give my energy for something i believe in i could do it for free, almost litterally, if i have to be known i want it to be for my gentleness, for my humanity, because i illuminate people's lives around me, by spreading a climate of comfort and acceptance, by protecting what is natural, sane, and healthy for the planet.
It's not pretentious, it's a value i believe in, that's the kind of promotion i want to do, i discard completely from the race for money and fame.
In my case i don't care for money, a minimum is enough to live, if i can work and give my energy for something i believe in i could do it for free, almost litterally, if i have to be known i want it to be for my gentleness, for my humanity, because i illuminate people's lives around me, by spreading a climate of comfort and acceptance, by protecting what is natural, sane, and healthy for the planet.
It's not pretentious, it's a value i believe in, that's the kind of promotion i want to do, i discard completely from the race for money and fame.
There was a time where my prospect in life would have been to be my own version of the hermit of the Maine, i would live in a tent deep in the nearby woods, i had searched for spots where fruit trees grow, where i could catch rabbits on roundabouts at night, and noted it all on a map, but now...
Now there's this girl i want to meet absolutely, and everything is changed, i envision a completely different life, not as a careless recluse anymore, but as a fully loving partner, with an humble but comfortable space amongt humans.
Now there's this girl i want to meet absolutely, and everything is changed, i envision a completely different life, not as a careless recluse anymore, but as a fully loving partner, with an humble but comfortable space amongt humans.
samedi 4 octobre 2014
Saving Humanity
For Konrad Lorenz here are the two main abilities everyone should develop to save humanity :
Humor (self-mockery included), not taking anything too seriously
and
Knowledge (self-knowledge included), wanting to know the truth behind anything.
Humor (self-mockery included), not taking anything too seriously
and
Knowledge (self-knowledge included), wanting to know the truth behind anything.
Random thought, the craziness of written words
I was thinking how through words we have to be descriptive and over the top to let the other feel how we feel inside, while in real time, with people, or anyone, we seem calmer and composed, more rational to be able to communicate sensibly, exerting the passion in real life like it is in books or poems would be very strange and mad, wouldn't it?, it's an inner world, and despite we can enjoy anything powerfully on the inside we don't have to rave and crawl on the ground to show how much we are touched by something, writing is an emphasis of what's happening inside, and the sensible human is enjoying it for himself without the need to force the other in that world of emotions, everything can be serene, and the attachment you have for someone else is shown in more subtle ways. At least that's how i feel i live it, maybe because i'm very conscious of what's happening in me and what is my relation to this world and others.
vendredi 5 septembre 2014
Sexual Behaviors
Here are two extracts taken from a book i'm reading that i feel to share because it confirms two ideas that i had already formed previously in my mind.
Sorry if the sentences aren't fully proper the text was translated from german to french then from french to english.
"Male and Female are noticeable here by different degrees of compatibility between the three main sources of impulse : aggression, evasion (escape), and sexuality;
In a male there is no mixing between the motivation of evasion and sexuality : if his partner instils fear inside him (if he is affraid), his sexuality is completely non-existent.
In a female the same relation exists between aggression and sexuality : the female "respecting" so little her partner that her aggressiveness isn't completely eradicated, is unable to react sexualy toward him. She attacks him furiously independently of her hormonal state."
"The loose relations and, in a way, unilateral existing, with geese, between the ceremony of triumph and copulation, shows analogies quite precise with some behaviors seen amongst humans regarding the fact of "falling in love" and the physical sexual intercourses.
The "purest" love leads, by the way of tenderness, to physical contact, without it being considered as the essential element of this link. Inversely, the stimulating situations and partners provoking the strongest sexual impulses, aren't necessarily the same that make us "fall in love passionately".
With geese those two cycles of functions can dissociate and become as independent one from another than with humans. This doesn't impede that "normally" it goes by pair and must concern the same partner to fill up its use in the interest of the species."
(So the feeling of love and the impulse of sex are definitely two separate things.)
Konrad LORENZ - "On Aggression"
Sorry if the sentences aren't fully proper the text was translated from german to french then from french to english.
"Male and Female are noticeable here by different degrees of compatibility between the three main sources of impulse : aggression, evasion (escape), and sexuality;
In a male there is no mixing between the motivation of evasion and sexuality : if his partner instils fear inside him (if he is affraid), his sexuality is completely non-existent.
In a female the same relation exists between aggression and sexuality : the female "respecting" so little her partner that her aggressiveness isn't completely eradicated, is unable to react sexualy toward him. She attacks him furiously independently of her hormonal state."
"The loose relations and, in a way, unilateral existing, with geese, between the ceremony of triumph and copulation, shows analogies quite precise with some behaviors seen amongst humans regarding the fact of "falling in love" and the physical sexual intercourses.
The "purest" love leads, by the way of tenderness, to physical contact, without it being considered as the essential element of this link. Inversely, the stimulating situations and partners provoking the strongest sexual impulses, aren't necessarily the same that make us "fall in love passionately".
With geese those two cycles of functions can dissociate and become as independent one from another than with humans. This doesn't impede that "normally" it goes by pair and must concern the same partner to fill up its use in the interest of the species."
(So the feeling of love and the impulse of sex are definitely two separate things.)
Konrad LORENZ - "On Aggression"
mercredi 20 août 2014
lundi 11 août 2014
View on education from the past
Recently, thinking back on my school years, i believe i understood why i never felt well listening to the lectures of my teachers.
Though unconsciously i had the sentiment that they learnt the main phrases of their topic by heart, they polished it with this attention pompously litterary, and, years on, they repeat it, and that's how it works for real, they are like performers playing again and again the steps of their show.
Because of that there's no honest communication between a teacher and his students (knowing the lessons is obliviously necessary for a professor but just a little less pretention and more pure individual recognition would help greatly for everyone to feel good together), there is few spontaneity and too much formality, everything is convoluted, the sentences, the gestures, the way everything is shown.
Me who needed to be reassured, to be heard in my originality, in my individuality, me who needed sincerity, a frank discourse in which i feel integrated, all that becomes impossible if the professor as the vector of knowledge disembodies himself when he enters the classroom and tries to communicate with kids using the obscur and irritating mimicking of a robot, a being without a heart, and without contact with the earth where the children are the closest but are inexorably dragged out, torn out from it, physically and mentally, to be formated to function in a urban and modern system.
Personally i surely would have prefered someone who talks to me than someone who tries to force infos into my brain, but yeah i guess we're too many and too much different, it would be difficult to have a personalized education,... still, dammit, it's possible if everyone does its part.
Basically this educational system, as are societies, is favoriting productivity and conformism, instead of putting forward the well being and the integration of every individual.
Though unconsciously i had the sentiment that they learnt the main phrases of their topic by heart, they polished it with this attention pompously litterary, and, years on, they repeat it, and that's how it works for real, they are like performers playing again and again the steps of their show.
Because of that there's no honest communication between a teacher and his students (knowing the lessons is obliviously necessary for a professor but just a little less pretention and more pure individual recognition would help greatly for everyone to feel good together), there is few spontaneity and too much formality, everything is convoluted, the sentences, the gestures, the way everything is shown.
Me who needed to be reassured, to be heard in my originality, in my individuality, me who needed sincerity, a frank discourse in which i feel integrated, all that becomes impossible if the professor as the vector of knowledge disembodies himself when he enters the classroom and tries to communicate with kids using the obscur and irritating mimicking of a robot, a being without a heart, and without contact with the earth where the children are the closest but are inexorably dragged out, torn out from it, physically and mentally, to be formated to function in a urban and modern system.
Personally i surely would have prefered someone who talks to me than someone who tries to force infos into my brain, but yeah i guess we're too many and too much different, it would be difficult to have a personalized education,... still, dammit, it's possible if everyone does its part.
Basically this educational system, as are societies, is favoriting productivity and conformism, instead of putting forward the well being and the integration of every individual.
vendredi 8 août 2014
I knew many persons,
each with a rich and personal world of passions that has interested me for a while.
Why do the relations break?! (emotionless question)
I have a hard time getting superficially enthusiastic.
(that's probably why i'm such a bad lover)
I'm more enthralled by the meaning of anything,
the triggers, and going farther down,
until finding the peace of nothingness in a very personal knowledge.
So what!
Where are the people feeling enthusiasm for ideas and not images.
each with a rich and personal world of passions that has interested me for a while.
Why do the relations break?! (emotionless question)
I have a hard time getting superficially enthusiastic.
(that's probably why i'm such a bad lover)
I'm more enthralled by the meaning of anything,
the triggers, and going farther down,
until finding the peace of nothingness in a very personal knowledge.
So what!
Where are the people feeling enthusiasm for ideas and not images.
mardi 5 août 2014
Tolerance grows with self confidence (more precisely "self-knowledge", as someone suggested it to me).
One could think it's the contrary, the more you trust yourself the more you open your mouth to oppose others,
and that can happen,
but i still think a strong sense of self is a prerequisite for the acceptance of different opinions, so you don't feel shaken in your identity when confronted to someone thinking differently, and because you believe enough in yourself you can accept the differences without getting defensive.
(So intolerant people are probably those not knowing themselves enough)
One could think it's the contrary, the more you trust yourself the more you open your mouth to oppose others,
and that can happen,
but i still think a strong sense of self is a prerequisite for the acceptance of different opinions, so you don't feel shaken in your identity when confronted to someone thinking differently, and because you believe enough in yourself you can accept the differences without getting defensive.
(So intolerant people are probably those not knowing themselves enough)
mardi 15 juillet 2014
Did you ever think again about something you used to give a lot of time to, something you did frequently with passion (no i'm not speaking about masturbation), but some ability you trained hard along the years, (ok that sounds even more like masturbation, but no, god damn it!), something that had meaning for you, and you were understanding the code and rules to do it, something that was a voice for you, a way to express who you thought you were, but now is totally senseless to you and you lost the drive?! (though the ability is still here).
I found back my sentiment for poetry, how i had found how i wanted to make it, my own way, it was easy, and it made sense about why i needed to display it.
But now i see no point for that drama, that wave of emotion, that was supposed to engulf someone, or free myself.
The problem is that words are born from the mind and not the heart.
(An emotion must be acted in the present to take form and meaning, or it becomes a frustration, an emotion must not be thought but lived, when you write you think, but writing consciously and unconditionally doesn't nurture frustration).
You think you share a truth but you're only manipulating the receiver of those words to get you the very thing that you miss in the moment you write, and because poetry is supposed to be emotional this is a psychological manipulation.
At least that's how i feel it now! (let's be clear!)
Words are useful, written or spoken, but for me now they have to be used to reach to someone positively and unconditionally, and i know i'm only sharing a piece of my mind through it, it's not much, it's not important to the scheme of the universe, it's personal and sometimes a call to someone else (when a question is asked, either way), it doesn't require any forced participation and answers, it must give the choice to each one to connect or not without any dramatic manipulations.
I still can read poetry and fantasize about what i perceive of the mind of the author, that's still fine and stimulating, but i refuse to feel manipulated from afar, or from another time period (try to manipulate me in a moment of closeness instead), life must be lived right here right now, where you are and choose to be, and in there you can use words to connect with your present and fullfill your life as you want.
Isn't it maturity?! (youth will call it boredom, please go back to masturbation kid!)
I found back my sentiment for poetry, how i had found how i wanted to make it, my own way, it was easy, and it made sense about why i needed to display it.
But now i see no point for that drama, that wave of emotion, that was supposed to engulf someone, or free myself.
The problem is that words are born from the mind and not the heart.
(An emotion must be acted in the present to take form and meaning, or it becomes a frustration, an emotion must not be thought but lived, when you write you think, but writing consciously and unconditionally doesn't nurture frustration).
You think you share a truth but you're only manipulating the receiver of those words to get you the very thing that you miss in the moment you write, and because poetry is supposed to be emotional this is a psychological manipulation.
At least that's how i feel it now! (let's be clear!)
Words are useful, written or spoken, but for me now they have to be used to reach to someone positively and unconditionally, and i know i'm only sharing a piece of my mind through it, it's not much, it's not important to the scheme of the universe, it's personal and sometimes a call to someone else (when a question is asked, either way), it doesn't require any forced participation and answers, it must give the choice to each one to connect or not without any dramatic manipulations.
I still can read poetry and fantasize about what i perceive of the mind of the author, that's still fine and stimulating, but i refuse to feel manipulated from afar, or from another time period (try to manipulate me in a moment of closeness instead), life must be lived right here right now, where you are and choose to be, and in there you can use words to connect with your present and fullfill your life as you want.
Isn't it maturity?! (youth will call it boredom, please go back to masturbation kid!)
dimanche 13 juillet 2014
The Art of idleness (Considerations on the origins of unhappiness and conflicts)
"Human beings are only good when they are happy, when they reach the inner harmony, therefore, when they love.
Thus, the misfortune that striked the world, the distress i felt was coming from an inability to love truly."
"Everything that we are unable to accept, to love, to savor with gratitude becomes poison.
On the contrary, everything that we learn to cherish, everything that instills energy represents a life source and a treasure."
Hermann HESSE (rough translation)
Thus, the misfortune that striked the world, the distress i felt was coming from an inability to love truly."
"Everything that we are unable to accept, to love, to savor with gratitude becomes poison.
On the contrary, everything that we learn to cherish, everything that instills energy represents a life source and a treasure."
Hermann HESSE (rough translation)
dimanche 6 juillet 2014
Sorry if i'm morbid tonight
Yesterday during my walk,
not too far from my appartment, on a side road,
i saw a dead kitten,
probably ran over by a car,
i stopped for a moment,
no one was around, it was quite late in the evening,
he was all black but the tips of his paws,
white,
like he was wearing socks.
His eyes were shut tight,
like when someone is pulling out some physical effort,
and his face was frozen on a demonic grin,
a trickle of blood was seeping out of his mouth,
i could see his tainted fangs.
I had some thoughts there,
"Poor guy, he surely didn't deserve this, probably less than any human"
"Would have i been more affected if it was a human lying there?...
probably not.",
right there i understood why people find comfort in an animal, and love him so much
(i'm used to distance myself about that),
no animal deserves to die,
and definitely less than any human,
animals obey the laws of nature,
they never do wrongs,
they never do useless, insensitive acts.
For a second i imagined i should take him by the fur of his back
and put him on a ground area,
in the dirt and grass,
or under a tree,
so that nature can absorb him,
and his decaying body helps other creatures and plants,
but i didn't do it,
(weak),
for fear of bacteria,
and perhaps that someone sees me holding this dead body
and freaks out.
I still have his picture in my mind,
well sorry if you think i'm morbid tonight,
that's a story from my days.
not too far from my appartment, on a side road,
i saw a dead kitten,
probably ran over by a car,
i stopped for a moment,
no one was around, it was quite late in the evening,
he was all black but the tips of his paws,
white,
like he was wearing socks.
His eyes were shut tight,
like when someone is pulling out some physical effort,
and his face was frozen on a demonic grin,
a trickle of blood was seeping out of his mouth,
i could see his tainted fangs.
I had some thoughts there,
"Poor guy, he surely didn't deserve this, probably less than any human"
"Would have i been more affected if it was a human lying there?...
probably not.",
right there i understood why people find comfort in an animal, and love him so much
(i'm used to distance myself about that),
no animal deserves to die,
and definitely less than any human,
animals obey the laws of nature,
they never do wrongs,
they never do useless, insensitive acts.
For a second i imagined i should take him by the fur of his back
and put him on a ground area,
in the dirt and grass,
or under a tree,
so that nature can absorb him,
and his decaying body helps other creatures and plants,
but i didn't do it,
(weak),
for fear of bacteria,
and perhaps that someone sees me holding this dead body
and freaks out.
I still have his picture in my mind,
well sorry if you think i'm morbid tonight,
that's a story from my days.
dimanche 29 juin 2014
Fireworks musing
Do you think fireworks are pretty? Overwhelming colors and twinkling in the night sky cadenced by a long series of deafening explosions? Why would that be alluring and stupefying?! Are we attracted by lights like bugs? are we thrilled over displays of immoderate grandeur?!
I've got nothing against fireworks, even as i recognize it's all going to smoke and dust, and it must be rather costly; some men put effort into mastering a precise ability about fireworks, i give credit to the will and motivation people can put into learning and doing something right.
But why in our actual days feeling that we can only be impressed and entertained by tremendous and over the top events, to brag about how humongous it was to our many acquaintances and few friends, why, why, why can't we be happy and feel empowerment by humbly exploring how that planet is made in its natural form, walking into woods, swimming in rivers, or simply stopping and deeply sense and feel the greatness of what is already, all around us.
(I think those kind of ponderings that i have all the time and that i sometimes spoke aloud to the people around me earned me the label of being a chronic annoying Killjoy, always over thinking and trying to roll over and look under the heaviest rocks, most people find their pleasure and fun in forgetting and absence of reasoning.
Definitely - Not - My - Case! Sorry.)
(This post goes with the post below : learn to experience simple things with the love in you and you won't need fireworks to be entertained and feel fullfilled.)
I've got nothing against fireworks, even as i recognize it's all going to smoke and dust, and it must be rather costly; some men put effort into mastering a precise ability about fireworks, i give credit to the will and motivation people can put into learning and doing something right.
But why in our actual days feeling that we can only be impressed and entertained by tremendous and over the top events, to brag about how humongous it was to our many acquaintances and few friends, why, why, why can't we be happy and feel empowerment by humbly exploring how that planet is made in its natural form, walking into woods, swimming in rivers, or simply stopping and deeply sense and feel the greatness of what is already, all around us.
(I think those kind of ponderings that i have all the time and that i sometimes spoke aloud to the people around me earned me the label of being a chronic annoying Killjoy, always over thinking and trying to roll over and look under the heaviest rocks, most people find their pleasure and fun in forgetting and absence of reasoning.
Definitely - Not - My - Case! Sorry.)
(This post goes with the post below : learn to experience simple things with the love in you and you won't need fireworks to be entertained and feel fullfilled.)
lundi 23 juin 2014
Why not a square apple?!
I'm thinking that to the core the ways the brain learns are few and that we find it frequently amongst humans all around the globe (some of those ways maybe does what we call "geniuses", and maybe the brain of an individual already has several ways to form and to record informations), probably what differentiate us the most, what makes us intellectually unique is the puzzle of informations that we all accumulate during our life, depending on our lifespan, and more or less large according to each one's curiosity, this pile of information is different in every one of us and makes us truly unique; thanks to imagination and using the bricks of informations i have stored i can create something that will have a meaning for myself only, therefore something i will be the only one to know the code to decypher the exact significance; a piece of writing, a painting, a musical score, an utensil, a line on a paper, a sculpture, if i want i can compilate some of the informations in my brain (randomly, or as i want, with my own logic) to expose a unique creation on which others could only imagine an inaccurate interpretation trying de match what they see (hear or taste...) with the pieces of information they have already stored in their brains during their life experience, so they never reconstruct the truth of the main author of this creation, even by asking him questions, and even if the author himself answers precisely and sincerely to those questions, because even the simplest object is created again in someone's mind through one's experiences and will necesarily be different from another, if i ask to think about an apple everyone will picture one's unique and personal apple as function of one's mental circuit, the amount of informations stored, the preferences etc...
So the moral is : be tolerant, because you could never read the mind of another one, accept it, and live positively with it.
(Here are my thoughts, i'm trying to build an opinion on that matter so i expose my pondering that's all! It came first in french so i share the french text too.)
[Et pourquoi pas une pomme carrée
On peut penser que les façons differentes d'apprendre du cerveau sont peu nombreuses et on les retrouve toutes frequement parmis les humains tout autour du globe (certaines des ces façons font peut etre les genies, et peut etre le cerveau d'un seul individu possede deja plusieurs façon de se former et d'enregistrer les informations), probablement ce qui nous differencie vraiment, ce qui nous rend tous unique intellectuellement c'est le puzzle d'informations que nous amassons tous au cour de notre vie, dependant de notre durée de vie, et plus ou moins important suivant la curiosité de chacun, cet amas d'information est different en chacun de nous et nous rend veritablement unique, grace à l'imagination en utilisant les briques d'information que j'aurais stocké je peux créé quelque chose qui n'aura de sens que pour moi seul, donc quelque chose dont je serais le seul à posséder le code pour en déchiffrer l'exact signification, un bout de texte, un tableau, un ustensil, un trait sur un papier, si je veux je peux compiler certaines des informations de mon cerveau (aleatoirement, ou comme il me plait, avec ma propre logique) pour exposer une creation unique dont les autres ne pourront faire qu'une interpretation inexact en essayant de reassembler ce qu'ils voient (entendent ou goutent...) grace au propre pieces d'information qu'ils auront eux meme stocké dans leurs cerveaux durant leur experience de vie, ils ne recomposeront donc jamais la vérité de l'auteur principal de cette creation, même en lui posant des questions, et même si l'auteur repond precisement, car même l'objet le plus simple est recréé dans l'esprit de quelqu'un à travers ces experiences et sera donc forcement different d'un autre, si je demande de penser à une pomme chacun va imaginer une pomme qui lui sera unique en fonction des circuits de son mental, des informations amassées, des images vues, des preferences etc... ]
So the moral is : be tolerant, because you could never read the mind of another one, accept it, and live positively with it.
(Here are my thoughts, i'm trying to build an opinion on that matter so i expose my pondering that's all! It came first in french so i share the french text too.)
[Et pourquoi pas une pomme carrée
On peut penser que les façons differentes d'apprendre du cerveau sont peu nombreuses et on les retrouve toutes frequement parmis les humains tout autour du globe (certaines des ces façons font peut etre les genies, et peut etre le cerveau d'un seul individu possede deja plusieurs façon de se former et d'enregistrer les informations), probablement ce qui nous differencie vraiment, ce qui nous rend tous unique intellectuellement c'est le puzzle d'informations que nous amassons tous au cour de notre vie, dependant de notre durée de vie, et plus ou moins important suivant la curiosité de chacun, cet amas d'information est different en chacun de nous et nous rend veritablement unique, grace à l'imagination en utilisant les briques d'information que j'aurais stocké je peux créé quelque chose qui n'aura de sens que pour moi seul, donc quelque chose dont je serais le seul à posséder le code pour en déchiffrer l'exact signification, un bout de texte, un tableau, un ustensil, un trait sur un papier, si je veux je peux compiler certaines des informations de mon cerveau (aleatoirement, ou comme il me plait, avec ma propre logique) pour exposer une creation unique dont les autres ne pourront faire qu'une interpretation inexact en essayant de reassembler ce qu'ils voient (entendent ou goutent...) grace au propre pieces d'information qu'ils auront eux meme stocké dans leurs cerveaux durant leur experience de vie, ils ne recomposeront donc jamais la vérité de l'auteur principal de cette creation, même en lui posant des questions, et même si l'auteur repond precisement, car même l'objet le plus simple est recréé dans l'esprit de quelqu'un à travers ces experiences et sera donc forcement different d'un autre, si je demande de penser à une pomme chacun va imaginer une pomme qui lui sera unique en fonction des circuits de son mental, des informations amassées, des images vues, des preferences etc... ]
lundi 16 juin 2014
jeudi 12 juin 2014
FAT women and FAT men generalities*
Here's something i observed :
Mostly, obese and morbidly obese men are single (and desperate eh), while obese and morbidly obese women often have one or two kids and a husband generally slim and healthy.
Off of this we could think (and here we go back to all men and all women) :
One proeminent trait in most women is that they are superficial and will never date a fat man, and that most men are obssessed by sex (they have a high sex drive) and are ready to start a couple with anyone as long as they have the security of sex (so that they can satisfy that drive).
Well that's a negative way to put it, because i think that set up is perfectly natural and logical if we consider that the animal instinct in a woman pushes her to have an healthy and fit offspring, while the animal instinct in a man pushes him to spread his genes. So a man won't be stopped by the size and look of a woman to reproduce and a woman will seek the fittest and healthiest partner in the young and the pretty ones to have healthy and pretty babies.
*no offense intended
Morality : if you want a lasting relation with someone, never base it on physical intimacy, or be aware of that trend and use it punctually, because men are programmed to desire to spread their genes through many partners, and women are programmed to want to stick to the healthiest ones.
Mostly, obese and morbidly obese men are single (and desperate eh), while obese and morbidly obese women often have one or two kids and a husband generally slim and healthy.
Off of this we could think (and here we go back to all men and all women) :
One proeminent trait in most women is that they are superficial and will never date a fat man, and that most men are obssessed by sex (they have a high sex drive) and are ready to start a couple with anyone as long as they have the security of sex (so that they can satisfy that drive).
Well that's a negative way to put it, because i think that set up is perfectly natural and logical if we consider that the animal instinct in a woman pushes her to have an healthy and fit offspring, while the animal instinct in a man pushes him to spread his genes. So a man won't be stopped by the size and look of a woman to reproduce and a woman will seek the fittest and healthiest partner in the young and the pretty ones to have healthy and pretty babies.
*no offense intended
Morality : if you want a lasting relation with someone, never base it on physical intimacy, or be aware of that trend and use it punctually, because men are programmed to desire to spread their genes through many partners, and women are programmed to want to stick to the healthiest ones.
jeudi 29 mai 2014
Lying aggravates interactions
To everyone his own truth, his own beliefs and perceptions on this world, we are all different, we have to recognize it, accept it, and respect it, but if in an interaction with someone (and to a bigger extent with our surrounding) we consciously decide to conceal our truth, if we don't assume a thought or an emotion passing by us (and most often we are well aware when on a moment we are hiding something), then we are crudely lying to the other and so spoiling the connection that could be born of this interaction.
mercredi 28 mai 2014
drop your chains
Do you think you will be bored and idle if suddenly you were to live let's say in a remote village near the ocean?, not many people, not much technology, not much comfort.
We're so used to a materialistic way of life that we can't imagine it to be different, and if we ever try to imagine it we convince ourselves it must be hell.
I think that's bullshit!
Humans are adaptable, if there's no tvs or cellphones to occupy our brain, why not going an adventures, to collect rocks, or learn about flowers and plants, or climb trees, going for a swim, a walk, a run in nature, with a little more items available why not read a book, or ride a bike, build a shack, sew clothes, in fact there's so much to learn and i believe we are able to make do with what is around us, whatever it is, let us be on a deserted island or in a busy city, let us see the goodness around us, we don't need much material stuff to be happy in fact, being healthy (and not much food is required to have a healthy body, just the right amount, prefer fresh food because manufactured food is shit and drugs, in our modern world we are just so used to overconsume, it's such a pity!), having few sincere friends (one or two are enough) to talk to and get comfort, and the mind to be fascinated by whatever we choose around us, picking up a passion for something, on our own.
I think we need to realize that, living happily is not a race to an hectic life-style and crazily hoarding stuff.
It's all in the simplicity to perceive the good in and around ourselves.
We're so used to a materialistic way of life that we can't imagine it to be different, and if we ever try to imagine it we convince ourselves it must be hell.
I think that's bullshit!
Humans are adaptable, if there's no tvs or cellphones to occupy our brain, why not going an adventures, to collect rocks, or learn about flowers and plants, or climb trees, going for a swim, a walk, a run in nature, with a little more items available why not read a book, or ride a bike, build a shack, sew clothes, in fact there's so much to learn and i believe we are able to make do with what is around us, whatever it is, let us be on a deserted island or in a busy city, let us see the goodness around us, we don't need much material stuff to be happy in fact, being healthy (and not much food is required to have a healthy body, just the right amount, prefer fresh food because manufactured food is shit and drugs, in our modern world we are just so used to overconsume, it's such a pity!), having few sincere friends (one or two are enough) to talk to and get comfort, and the mind to be fascinated by whatever we choose around us, picking up a passion for something, on our own.
I think we need to realize that, living happily is not a race to an hectic life-style and crazily hoarding stuff.
It's all in the simplicity to perceive the good in and around ourselves.
mardi 27 mai 2014
At the core
What's important is the message that you carry around,
this is not your face, nor the style of the clothes you wear, nor your personal taste and hobbies, nor your nationality, nor the color of your skin, nor your political ideas, nor your family, friends, and partners... do you understand me?!
What's important is your interpretation of this world, that will flow throughout your whole body and influence every one of your interactions, with others, with nature, with the matter, with new concepts and novelty;
it's either positive or negative, you rejoice or you suffer, in the end everyone knows what is good for oneself, choose to respect.
this is not your face, nor the style of the clothes you wear, nor your personal taste and hobbies, nor your nationality, nor the color of your skin, nor your political ideas, nor your family, friends, and partners... do you understand me?!
What's important is your interpretation of this world, that will flow throughout your whole body and influence every one of your interactions, with others, with nature, with the matter, with new concepts and novelty;
it's either positive or negative, you rejoice or you suffer, in the end everyone knows what is good for oneself, choose to respect.
mardi 20 mai 2014
Too much realistic
Do you have sentiment for an image?
("are you in love" will be the imprecise and romanticized way to put it)
It is said women are more inclined to fantasize and stay attached to an ideal in their mind.
In my opinion people functioning entirely through that way to feel are up for great frustrations, it's living in a dream, an unreachable fantasy, you need to snap out of it, imagination is good to create but not to lose yourself in.
It is said that men are more grounded, more attracted to the bluntness of reality, the animality of behaviors. I think it's better to sense things for what they are, a human being is no fixed image, it's not a slick painting, on the contrary it is shape-changing, and dirty, and smelly, like nature, try to see it, and try to appreciate it, don't deny who you are deep down, it's bad to be lost in the brain, it creates ennemies and leads to frustration.
Are you one to be attracted by the pictures in magazines, on tv, the models, the rock stars, the actors and actresses? So you can read again from the start that short text until you understand.
It's all a parade, an imaginary world, that you are conditioned to love, expecting that it will make you happier, it's all a lie and in that junk created by your brain you are wasting your money and your energy.
You'll ever miss the love of a real person.
Guys like me are despised in this world for being too much honest and realistic.
("are you in love" will be the imprecise and romanticized way to put it)
It is said women are more inclined to fantasize and stay attached to an ideal in their mind.
In my opinion people functioning entirely through that way to feel are up for great frustrations, it's living in a dream, an unreachable fantasy, you need to snap out of it, imagination is good to create but not to lose yourself in.
It is said that men are more grounded, more attracted to the bluntness of reality, the animality of behaviors. I think it's better to sense things for what they are, a human being is no fixed image, it's not a slick painting, on the contrary it is shape-changing, and dirty, and smelly, like nature, try to see it, and try to appreciate it, don't deny who you are deep down, it's bad to be lost in the brain, it creates ennemies and leads to frustration.
Are you one to be attracted by the pictures in magazines, on tv, the models, the rock stars, the actors and actresses? So you can read again from the start that short text until you understand.
It's all a parade, an imaginary world, that you are conditioned to love, expecting that it will make you happier, it's all a lie and in that junk created by your brain you are wasting your money and your energy.
You'll ever miss the love of a real person.
Guys like me are despised in this world for being too much honest and realistic.
jeudi 15 mai 2014
I came to visit that friend. The house is huge. Silent and empty for now. We occupy our time together, talking, playing, watching. Suddenly a clank and the whirring of an engine is coming from the underground garage. Steps in the stairs, then shuffling in the living room. A short moment passes, i don't shift my attention and continue doing what i was doing. At that point my friend goes (and it's always the same scenario) : "My parents are here!" watching me intently in the eyes, waiting. I get the message and i'm saying now, that annoys me greatly. I want to say : "And so what? I don't care about your parents, i'm not here to see your parents, i'm here to see you (it happens that you live with them), i don't like to feel pressurized to greet someone when i estimate it's not the right time, when i'm not ready, or when i'm simply busy doing something else, it's my own choice to say hello, i don't like to feel commanded to do it (even implicitly), it's not a lack of respect, i evalutate the situation and decide if i feel to be polite right away, i have to feel it's the good time and that i want to do it so that when it happens and i present myself to someone i am entirely sincere, fluent, and joyful." So please stop imposing on me the fear of what your parents could think and want or what you could think and want, it's not of my concern i must respect myself first, i don't have bad intentions, i'm not a spiteful person, you know it (it's not like we just met), but i need to be the complete master of my actions and words.
And when you do that to your girlfriend when i come along and say hello to her through the webcam, i feel the weight you put on her and i pity her, because i don't care if she doesn't answer back to my waving hand, she's got her own choice to make, i won't despise her because she's not replying, if i decide to say hello, it's free, it's sincere, it's the gift of unconditional love that doesn't require anything back, people must be responsible only for themselves, and as long as we all see the world with respectful eyes no harm will be done.
And when you do that to your girlfriend when i come along and say hello to her through the webcam, i feel the weight you put on her and i pity her, because i don't care if she doesn't answer back to my waving hand, she's got her own choice to make, i won't despise her because she's not replying, if i decide to say hello, it's free, it's sincere, it's the gift of unconditional love that doesn't require anything back, people must be responsible only for themselves, and as long as we all see the world with respectful eyes no harm will be done.
mercredi 14 mai 2014
mercredi 9 avril 2014
Pieces of advice for those who can never start a project, those who think there's always too much to do.
I was idle this afternoon and i thought i could clean up a bit.
Watching my appatment in its entirety, with that layer of dust in every room, the many stains on the mirors, the windows, and the tiles, plus all the other kinds of dirt, i was already losing my motivation, seeing all the little details of a bigger picture put together, at once i imagined the amount of work there was, and that was frightening.
And i know my brain functions like that toward everything in life, when i have a project, even something i really want to achieve, i tend to think about everything, every obstacles i would have to overcome, every steps, all put together, and in the end it's too much and i give up.
So here this afternoon in front of my vacuum cleaner i had an illumination, some idea that i had to try because i never thought about a project that way before, i thought : "what do i want?", clean the dust in my appartment, so ok that's a goal, let's forget about the whole picture and start with what is for me the first step, with only one room in mind, the smallest, my bathroom (and if this is too much i would know it for the next time and i would adapt and pick something even smaller, learning by experience, but that's not the time to think about the next cleaning moment isn't it, let's focus on this one).
So instantaneously standing up in the frame of my bathroom and watching the floor, the task didn't seem so enormous and impossible anymore.
So i did that, i cleaned the whole bathroom floor, i focused only on that small room, it was easy.
Then once i was satisfied, i thought : "Ok so what's the next step toward my main goal?", one question at a time, let's pick another room, and i focused all my attention only on that next room, and so on, that was so easy, and i didn't clogged my mind with too many questions and imaginary obstacles, projections and stuff, i focused on one step at a time.
And i believe this is the way to go, to achieve anything, and it can be adaptable for anyone, we can reduce the amount of work for each step, for example i could have decided that i focus and clean only one tile at a time, and only think about the next tile when i'm satisfied of my work with the previous one, this goes to every project, one step at a time, even if you want to become a Rocket engineer (there will be many more steps than cleaning an appartment but by focusing on one at a time it becomes less impressive).
There's another little thing i want to add, we must have only one question in mind, one focus, one task, to do it well, but let's imagine i was cleaning up and my vacuum cleaner gets stuck behind some furniture while i'm trying to reach a spot to clean in a corner, it would be incorrect and destructive to force and haul on the wire trying absolutely to finish the cleaning, in such a situation i have to recognize that some new factor occured hindering me to achieve success in my current step, so i have to refocus my priority task, take the time to stop and solve that one problem that happened, so here i would have turned off my vacuum cleaner and calmly took the time to unstuck it before continuing to finish the step i was on.
Ok i don't know if i'm very clear, but i felt this is a very important realization for me, and i guess not too many people are conscious of this process, probably some minds are already functioning that way naturally but i had to make myself conscious of it to make me go forward.
Have a good day.
I was idle this afternoon and i thought i could clean up a bit.
Watching my appatment in its entirety, with that layer of dust in every room, the many stains on the mirors, the windows, and the tiles, plus all the other kinds of dirt, i was already losing my motivation, seeing all the little details of a bigger picture put together, at once i imagined the amount of work there was, and that was frightening.
And i know my brain functions like that toward everything in life, when i have a project, even something i really want to achieve, i tend to think about everything, every obstacles i would have to overcome, every steps, all put together, and in the end it's too much and i give up.
So here this afternoon in front of my vacuum cleaner i had an illumination, some idea that i had to try because i never thought about a project that way before, i thought : "what do i want?", clean the dust in my appartment, so ok that's a goal, let's forget about the whole picture and start with what is for me the first step, with only one room in mind, the smallest, my bathroom (and if this is too much i would know it for the next time and i would adapt and pick something even smaller, learning by experience, but that's not the time to think about the next cleaning moment isn't it, let's focus on this one).
So instantaneously standing up in the frame of my bathroom and watching the floor, the task didn't seem so enormous and impossible anymore.
So i did that, i cleaned the whole bathroom floor, i focused only on that small room, it was easy.
Then once i was satisfied, i thought : "Ok so what's the next step toward my main goal?", one question at a time, let's pick another room, and i focused all my attention only on that next room, and so on, that was so easy, and i didn't clogged my mind with too many questions and imaginary obstacles, projections and stuff, i focused on one step at a time.
And i believe this is the way to go, to achieve anything, and it can be adaptable for anyone, we can reduce the amount of work for each step, for example i could have decided that i focus and clean only one tile at a time, and only think about the next tile when i'm satisfied of my work with the previous one, this goes to every project, one step at a time, even if you want to become a Rocket engineer (there will be many more steps than cleaning an appartment but by focusing on one at a time it becomes less impressive).
There's another little thing i want to add, we must have only one question in mind, one focus, one task, to do it well, but let's imagine i was cleaning up and my vacuum cleaner gets stuck behind some furniture while i'm trying to reach a spot to clean in a corner, it would be incorrect and destructive to force and haul on the wire trying absolutely to finish the cleaning, in such a situation i have to recognize that some new factor occured hindering me to achieve success in my current step, so i have to refocus my priority task, take the time to stop and solve that one problem that happened, so here i would have turned off my vacuum cleaner and calmly took the time to unstuck it before continuing to finish the step i was on.
Ok i don't know if i'm very clear, but i felt this is a very important realization for me, and i guess not too many people are conscious of this process, probably some minds are already functioning that way naturally but i had to make myself conscious of it to make me go forward.
Have a good day.
dimanche 6 avril 2014
Where is happiness?
Here's a simple statement : What do people living in luxury, or any people buying stuff, really want? Isn't it : a positive feedback from others?! Isn't it what makes us happy in the end?! And that is the meaning of life?! We buy expensive cars and clothes because we want to be admired, and loved, and respected by others through an image we project, and whatever if this image is completely fake.
(If there was only one human being left on the planet, will that be a priority to buy an expensive car?! I don't think so! All those things we buy are mainly to impress others, we don't really need it.)
So this way, totally set into the ego, is hardwork and lies, it requires means and money, and a playbook of fake identities. It's the way of our modern societies, we live into that mud from birth, and like fish unconscious of the water they live in, we don't see a way out.
So, how to change a circle into a spiral?
If happiness equals the positive feedbacks and connections we get from others, what about this way to get it : simply respect the others, and respect youreself.
It is sane and honest.
Wouldn't that work?!
I'm pretty sure it works, and it's free, it's a choice here and now to live well with oneself amongt the others, accepting differences, getting interested in other people's visions of life, knowing and keeping oneself in high respect too.
Wouldn't that be a huge change for humanity if everyone could be aware of that simple fact. You can get the happiness you need in your life as a human being simply by respecting yourself and respecting others (one must fully understand the meaning of respect, that is not having negative, destructive emotions toward anything or anyone).
So i share here that knowledge, that is essential to me, then it's to each one of us to make that choice, that shift, for the best, do whatever you want.
(If there was only one human being left on the planet, will that be a priority to buy an expensive car?! I don't think so! All those things we buy are mainly to impress others, we don't really need it.)
So this way, totally set into the ego, is hardwork and lies, it requires means and money, and a playbook of fake identities. It's the way of our modern societies, we live into that mud from birth, and like fish unconscious of the water they live in, we don't see a way out.
So, how to change a circle into a spiral?
If happiness equals the positive feedbacks and connections we get from others, what about this way to get it : simply respect the others, and respect youreself.
It is sane and honest.
Wouldn't that work?!
I'm pretty sure it works, and it's free, it's a choice here and now to live well with oneself amongt the others, accepting differences, getting interested in other people's visions of life, knowing and keeping oneself in high respect too.
Wouldn't that be a huge change for humanity if everyone could be aware of that simple fact. You can get the happiness you need in your life as a human being simply by respecting yourself and respecting others (one must fully understand the meaning of respect, that is not having negative, destructive emotions toward anything or anyone).
So i share here that knowledge, that is essential to me, then it's to each one of us to make that choice, that shift, for the best, do whatever you want.
lundi 31 mars 2014
For a part, in an interaction, people's behavior and judgment is conditionned by the image you present.
If you flinch, if you are unassuming, weak, if you don't trust yourself, people will tend to despise you, to manipulate you, to crush you, to discard, to disrespect, to abuse you, at best they will feel pity for you.
While if you show self confidence, if you display strength and faith in your opinions, your acts, and your appearance, if you are autonomous and adaptable, then people will probably respect you, they will help you and appreciate you.
That's a fact we are always more attracted by assertive and charismatic persons than by lurking and fearful ones.
And i think such mindsets also affect any situation in a life, even when other humans aren't involved, the world gives you back depending on the degree of conscious positivness with which you apprehend it.
If you flinch, if you are unassuming, weak, if you don't trust yourself, people will tend to despise you, to manipulate you, to crush you, to discard, to disrespect, to abuse you, at best they will feel pity for you.
While if you show self confidence, if you display strength and faith in your opinions, your acts, and your appearance, if you are autonomous and adaptable, then people will probably respect you, they will help you and appreciate you.
That's a fact we are always more attracted by assertive and charismatic persons than by lurking and fearful ones.
And i think such mindsets also affect any situation in a life, even when other humans aren't involved, the world gives you back depending on the degree of conscious positivness with which you apprehend it.
dimanche 30 mars 2014
Tell me, life is an illusion and we decide what we want to see.
Sometimes i feel i could love anyone if i was given the chance to get one, only one, that will open to me, one to whom i could speak my discoveries to and get excited about, or get criticized for, just get an honest and loveful debate of opinions, one whom i would be motivated to fetch money (and the dog reference is not innocent) to buy sweets and stuff, and travel tickets that i don't seem to care for myself alone in that still happy life of scarcity, one to buy into my stories and get in the van with me and burn accross my own world as a conscious and decided acolyte, only to push me back and shove me by the sleeve, grab me by the waist, jump on my back and tell me where to go to glide on the path of her own world, be my guide for that time, wisper me dreams, and receive my either kind or spicy comments.
Then i spend time with the nicest of people, and i realize i can't stay too long with those, with some, when the way becomes uneventful and flat, and it's just a drag to carry them along trying to entertain them and show them the beauty of simple things, pieces of grafitti or debris of leaves, when too kind or too shy nothing comes out of the mouths, they and i watch the game, silent and motionless, until i got itchy to climb up the stairs and get another point of view so i separate a little, i put some distance, only keeping a tenuous line to get back some time later, and they watch me nice when i step up again, and i watch them nice commenting on the new marvelous things i saw, but the picture doesn't hit and no comment, no idea, no story, no ingenious piece is added to the dream, the incensed illusion, so quickly we get grounded, and when boredom sligthly appears i ask that we move, because nice people would never take decisions for themselves and drag you in their wake for a quest of adventure and improbable encounters.
We all need "somebody to shove" us, challenge us, and show us a path of wonders that our own mind alone can't find, i need that too, please reveal yourself.
Then i spend time with the nicest of people, and i realize i can't stay too long with those, with some, when the way becomes uneventful and flat, and it's just a drag to carry them along trying to entertain them and show them the beauty of simple things, pieces of grafitti or debris of leaves, when too kind or too shy nothing comes out of the mouths, they and i watch the game, silent and motionless, until i got itchy to climb up the stairs and get another point of view so i separate a little, i put some distance, only keeping a tenuous line to get back some time later, and they watch me nice when i step up again, and i watch them nice commenting on the new marvelous things i saw, but the picture doesn't hit and no comment, no idea, no story, no ingenious piece is added to the dream, the incensed illusion, so quickly we get grounded, and when boredom sligthly appears i ask that we move, because nice people would never take decisions for themselves and drag you in their wake for a quest of adventure and improbable encounters.
We all need "somebody to shove" us, challenge us, and show us a path of wonders that our own mind alone can't find, i need that too, please reveal yourself.
mardi 11 mars 2014
No excuses
... to keep people away...
that may be a shock
everyone drifts along the same stream
but not in the same craft.
(Some details :
I haven't slept four hours that night
My glasses are broken from the many basket balls i took to the face
the two posters are from a 2000 japanese animation series called FLCL
On the wall is the bass i used to play in my first band
On the door are pinned angry letters from my neighbors
Obviously i haven't shaved for several weeks)
(Some details :
I haven't slept four hours that night
My glasses are broken from the many basket balls i took to the face
the two posters are from a 2000 japanese animation series called FLCL
On the wall is the bass i used to play in my first band
On the door are pinned angry letters from my neighbors
Obviously i haven't shaved for several weeks)
jeudi 27 février 2014
How could i still spread the text and the poetry of desperate love or any kind of lack, well-knowing that it is not my truth anymore, i would have the impression i'm betraying myself and anyone that could hear me, what is left for me to touch someone, only one, and ignite in the other the envy to know the me, peeled and vivid, here, where there's nothing to gain, and nothing to lose, and no need to have any impact but just a shared sincerity between me and you.
lundi 10 février 2014
Everyone likes (and dislikes) by what one can understand, by the stereotypes in one's brain. The fake sense of self (the ego) creates those stereotypes, at its base it has the purpose to help us function, to remember, to learn and not make the same mistake twice. But when we finally end up acting up to those preset thoughts in our every move, without the light of consciousness, without constantly questioning and reasoning those thoughts (to recondition ourselves and align again with our non-judgmental, ever-loving Being, like when we are born), then we lose ourselves in a world of judgements, sides to be part of and ennemies (good or bad, pretty or ugly...). And that is detrimental (negative) for each and everybody. Be aware.
(That's also why, i think, after some years living on this planet amongst others, our corrupted mind is seemingly naturally attracted to mediocrity)
mercredi 5 février 2014
On the manipulation of groups and collective places.
Here's something that was making me feel uneasy for most of my life, and i just now figured it out why is that.
From a young age i could never participate in any group activities or go to collective places, the reason is simple, you are expected to behave, to act specific ways, you are constantly under the influence of others, think about it, in bars, at school, at a restaurant, in sport clubs, at the swiming pool, at the theater, at the hospital, in the bus, at the museum, in any shop there is, at work, and so on.... , there are rules that you have to submit to, you're framed.
In my mind it means it's impossible to be true to oneself in those places and situations, you're not allowed to be real, your behaviors, your words must be contained, even if you individually act and speak under good and positive values and that it's totally harmless for anyone, you've got the weight of rules and expectations on your shoulders, you can't let yourself be,
(example : at a concert you're expected to be cheerful and dance around, but what if i just like to stand still and watch at the hands of the musicians to assess their techniques and moves, i'll be seen as someone out of place and bizarre because i don't seem to enjoy myself, which will be totally untrue from my point of view because i like watching musicians play instead of jumping around like a crazy animal),
and so personally i feel manipulated, controlled, repressed, by the vibes, the stare of others, the silent reproaches of organizers and leaders, who want for a good night out that everyone acts according to plan.
I felt that from a very young age, i think i'm a free spirit, i prefer to act on my own depending on my emotions, my instincts, i prefer building my values and my opinions, and not having something or someone telling me what to do, how to act, and what to say, so naturally i feel i don't match in all of those societal places.
I engage everyone of you to think about it and get your own opinion about what you feel while being entirely directed by the rules of a place, or a group.
From a young age i could never participate in any group activities or go to collective places, the reason is simple, you are expected to behave, to act specific ways, you are constantly under the influence of others, think about it, in bars, at school, at a restaurant, in sport clubs, at the swiming pool, at the theater, at the hospital, in the bus, at the museum, in any shop there is, at work, and so on.... , there are rules that you have to submit to, you're framed.
In my mind it means it's impossible to be true to oneself in those places and situations, you're not allowed to be real, your behaviors, your words must be contained, even if you individually act and speak under good and positive values and that it's totally harmless for anyone, you've got the weight of rules and expectations on your shoulders, you can't let yourself be,
(example : at a concert you're expected to be cheerful and dance around, but what if i just like to stand still and watch at the hands of the musicians to assess their techniques and moves, i'll be seen as someone out of place and bizarre because i don't seem to enjoy myself, which will be totally untrue from my point of view because i like watching musicians play instead of jumping around like a crazy animal),
and so personally i feel manipulated, controlled, repressed, by the vibes, the stare of others, the silent reproaches of organizers and leaders, who want for a good night out that everyone acts according to plan.
I felt that from a very young age, i think i'm a free spirit, i prefer to act on my own depending on my emotions, my instincts, i prefer building my values and my opinions, and not having something or someone telling me what to do, how to act, and what to say, so naturally i feel i don't match in all of those societal places.
I engage everyone of you to think about it and get your own opinion about what you feel while being entirely directed by the rules of a place, or a group.
mercredi 29 janvier 2014
mardi 28 janvier 2014
Labels
Genius or madness would only be cerebral hyperactivity, the words "genius" and "madman" would only be labels affixed by those who can't understand, those who can't apprehend, and don't want to, driven by the fear of unknown, the fear of indefinable,
(and those words are a cheap trick, like any word);
Finally, in the eyes of the masses, a genius would be the one which despite the profusion of his ideas in his bewildered mind would manage to assemble a creation to its term, to finish a project, and to expose it to the world;
The madman would be the one which in the same profusion of ideas would start ten projects without finishing one and would be lost in the complexity of his creations;
It's not much, just a bit of direction and methode, to add or retrieve, to make a genius from a fool, and a fool from a genius.
We all are thinking beings, with our assets, our weaknesses, our brainstorms, and our fits of madness.
For now, until we understand, each one of us individually, that labelling is egoic, and the ego brings all of us down.
(and those words are a cheap trick, like any word);
Finally, in the eyes of the masses, a genius would be the one which despite the profusion of his ideas in his bewildered mind would manage to assemble a creation to its term, to finish a project, and to expose it to the world;
The madman would be the one which in the same profusion of ideas would start ten projects without finishing one and would be lost in the complexity of his creations;
It's not much, just a bit of direction and methode, to add or retrieve, to make a genius from a fool, and a fool from a genius.
We all are thinking beings, with our assets, our weaknesses, our brainstorms, and our fits of madness.
For now, until we understand, each one of us individually, that labelling is egoic, and the ego brings all of us down.
samedi 25 janvier 2014
I like that girl who seems shy and never smiles, i'd like that she likes me too, so i can be the one to see her smile because she'll be happy in my company.
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(Will i be older and older, crumbling and fading, and still have those unproper thoughts in the shackles of a communal morale.
All there is to me is simple appreciation of the temper of a mind.)
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(Will i be older and older, crumbling and fading, and still have those unproper thoughts in the shackles of a communal morale.
All there is to me is simple appreciation of the temper of a mind.)
Music is not an art anymore, too many bands, too many genres, too popular, too easy to do and get.
Up on a modest stage :
"Here's some cynicism for you, what can we bring back to it?, the touch, the passion and sincerity of amateurism, every band playing on a stage nowadays are overly impeccable."
And that's what is awaiting for any other art forms (Writing as well for sure).
And that's what is awaiting for any other art forms (Writing as well for sure).
vendredi 17 janvier 2014
mercredi 15 janvier 2014
5 Centimeters Per Second
For all sensitive people out there, here is an animation film that i recommend (if you're not allergic to japanese animation).
But beware, dive into the situations but see it as the wandering of humans driven by egoic emotions, they are teenagers and young adults, still lost in the search of who they are.
But beware, dive into the situations but see it as the wandering of humans driven by egoic emotions, they are teenagers and young adults, still lost in the search of who they are.
dimanche 5 janvier 2014
"whatever the bottle as long as we feel the intoxication"
Reading, like writing, is living by proxy.
Is it bad?
Pushing farther, maybe it's entirely the contrary of living.
I notice that when i want to read i can't sit still, i need to move, so i walk, i pace around my appartment, or i make an excuse to go by foot meet a friend in the suburb, on the way i'm reading along the sidewalks, and when the urge is there, even when it rains, i inconveniently hold an umbrella and a book before my eyes, i battle with the wind, and for the drops to spare the fragile paper. When i arrive i got blisters on my feet, and that impression that i traveled way farther, on imaginary lands, and that finally this time was worth the discomfort.
If my mind wasn't so troubled and such a coward, i wouldn't need books or writing, i would eat this present life with all my teeth, and bump into flesh, rust, bark, and bricks till my skin is bruised and i feel full to disgorge this life.
So, is it bad?
_________________
Here's my journey for those days, when the sky is grey, when the air is cold and humid, and the city is slippery, i don't feel heavy, i go like a ghost and sink into the scorched and ruthless atmosphere of this island, a sort of foreign nostalgia about people i could never become acquainted with, but there, in this place that my mind create, i feel confortable.
Is it bad?
Pushing farther, maybe it's entirely the contrary of living.
I notice that when i want to read i can't sit still, i need to move, so i walk, i pace around my appartment, or i make an excuse to go by foot meet a friend in the suburb, on the way i'm reading along the sidewalks, and when the urge is there, even when it rains, i inconveniently hold an umbrella and a book before my eyes, i battle with the wind, and for the drops to spare the fragile paper. When i arrive i got blisters on my feet, and that impression that i traveled way farther, on imaginary lands, and that finally this time was worth the discomfort.
If my mind wasn't so troubled and such a coward, i wouldn't need books or writing, i would eat this present life with all my teeth, and bump into flesh, rust, bark, and bricks till my skin is bruised and i feel full to disgorge this life.
So, is it bad?_________________
Here's my journey for those days, when the sky is grey, when the air is cold and humid, and the city is slippery, i don't feel heavy, i go like a ghost and sink into the scorched and ruthless atmosphere of this island, a sort of foreign nostalgia about people i could never become acquainted with, but there, in this place that my mind create, i feel confortable.
vendredi 3 janvier 2014
- "Heureux... je le suis, mon couple dure, juste qu'il me manque les sous pour atteindre le bonheur parfait. Et toi ça va bien?"
- "Moi je n'ai rien du tout, et pourtant quand je pense à cette vie je n'arrive pas à être malheureux, alors c'est peut être que je suis à la place qu'il faut pour ce moment là."
* - "Happy... yes i am, my couple is lasting, i only miss some money to reach perfect happiness. And you, how are you?"
- "Me, i have nothing at all, however when i think about this life i can't bring myself to be unhappy, so maybe i am at the right place for this very moment."
* - "Happy... yes i am, my couple is lasting, i only miss some money to reach perfect happiness. And you, how are you?"
- "Me, i have nothing at all, however when i think about this life i can't bring myself to be unhappy, so maybe i am at the right place for this very moment."
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