A meditation on love or What do I think when I think about love

"I'm not interested in how people move; I'm interested in what makes them move.”

Pina Bausch

For the sake of the argument I want to compare love to money. In order to give some away, you need to have access to some, you need to have some. And I would be happy with this if I wouldn't know how (as I see it) the whole secret with money (and it's flow) actually lies in the space of “the financial” - meaning money which does not really exist. So we make money and bet money and sell money that is not physically there.

And I don't even want to go into the belief system of the Money in general - meaning that the whole convention of Money basically depends on OUR mutual agreement that this special, fancy paper actually represents value. Or even HAS value. Owns value?

Still, I base my following theory on the notion of needing to have in order to give away.

What that would mean emotionally is as follows. One needs to have access to love, one needs to have love in order to show love and give love to another.

So where is it that we “have love”?

I believe (and I consciously switch to belief system now) that by finding love towards the Self - one gets in touch with love, one starts to understand it and meet it and grow it.

At this point what I mean with Love towards self is - self-respect, for example.

The moment in which one gives him/herself space to be who one is. Fully and unconditionally.

One stops censoring and editing oneself and learns how to face the world from that point of view.

Generally, at this stage fear presents itself as an obstacle.

Maybe more than why I would ask how do we recognize it but not let it take power upon the state of us?

I would like to present the priority of being honest to the Self before the priority to the SuperEgo or Id (if I borrow on Freud's vocabulary).

This implies work, actually. Work in Self-discovery. Individually. Singularly.

Recognizing Fear and walking, nevertheless.

Making choices that might make us self-conscious, that might make us feel like we are out of control - I want to point out now that the feeling of control itself is WHAT?

What is making us feel that we have control anyway and what is this control?

The feeling of security that comes out of routine?

We are alone, our own masters of everything and no one can influence us?

And is that what we want to be?

Finally, rather that being alone one can be together.

Share Power Collectively.

Find inspiration in each others singularities and use them to move forward, with each-other's personalities paint our present.

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I highly recommend knitting.

Yours truly.

Manifesto or Manifesto

“1 - In societies dominated by modern conditions of production, life is presented as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived is now receded into a representation.”

Guy Debord, Society of the Spectacle

I am trying to understand one simple thing - it seems as if the most desirable mode of being nowadays is the one of an individual yet when I look around myself, what I notice is people very actively choosing to look exactly like the first person on their right (which tends to be a best friend).

And the question that I wish to pose is - Seriously?

The Society of the Spectacle here comes into the picture as a very significant work in explaining how todays society thinks-feels-acts.

I am pointing at the mode of passivity - consider this - one could basically sit in front of a computer and survive. Yes, one could make money online, one could spend that same money online even faster; the advertisement is right there, taking care that we know what's IN and what NOT; I will not go into that one can stream TV, shows, radio;

and people, we can DOWNLOAD.

So, why bother?

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It is more and more common that this influences the laziness that is preventing one investigating the self.

I will make a line now starting with words from a friend of mine who noted well when she said that most of the children nowadays see only one image of the naked body - a Playboy naked body. Parents don't get naked in front of their children anymore. Children certainly don't get naked in front of each other.

This implies that it is not very weird after all that people get more and more shy with what their bodies look like because, let's face it, most of us do NOT look like Hugh Jackman.

I will take this notion of shyness a little further by saying that there is this potential that we all carry with us. Most of us never get to fulfill the full potential of our potential - why? - because we are “not sure” we can.

And when was the last time you took a risk?

Any kind of risk?

Yet alone a risk that could leave you embarrassed, standing alone in the middle of a room, looking stupid and sad and confused.

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I would like to encourage - Quests for the Holy Grails!

And each morning you wake up and search for a Holy Grail that might be a different one that the one yesterday.

I am sure you will be left alone, embarrassed in the middle of a room, looking stupid and sad.

I am equally sure there will be a friend standing next to you, who will start laughing and buy you a beer.

And you will be hurt and wounded and happy and excited and inspired and depressed and an inch away from slicing your heart open and flying in the sky.

And you will feel so alive after every little victory and after every little defeat - because by both you will gain experience, you will meet another part of yourself,

you will take another little step for humanity but a HUGE step for yourself.

Find out who you are and sit on that horse and RIDE YOUR FUCKING LIFE INTO THE SUNSET!

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That's all I wish to share today.

Gandi

On life or Death

“...all of us came in through the same door...”

Lisa Ekdahl

Silence. Taking a moment to celebrate the dead.

In this moment are we secretly actually taking time to make peace with death. or Death.

Indirectly.

By lighting a candle we say - I know you are somewhere there, waiting for me. And I am OK with that.

In this moment are we so full of life, so inspired that we feel that we are never going to die?

And is this a moment that is so easy to forget about on a regular Monday morning?

How does one not forget - is the ultimate question.

Specially when we do have all the answers.

And still, sometimes we decide to make a compromise.

Why do we compromise?

Why do we compromise our belief and our trust in just being able to be inspired and live life?

Live life that we find a good life deep down in the dusty corners of our soul that we decide to keep dusty because it is easier?

And is it really easier to live by other people's rules and habits?

I find this a constant question that never gets answered, it just becomes more and less important. More important when you feel far away from it and vice versa.

Would I want to live in a utopian world - utopian being my new word of the day - where every body is eager to just be?

Voila.

I will make some pasta now. Thank you very much.

Or life or Death

“...all of us came in through the same door...”

Lisa Ekdahl

Silence. Taking a moment to celebrate the dead.

In this moment are we secretly actually taking time to make peace with death. or Death.

Indirectly.

By lighting a candle we say - I know you are somewhere there, waiting for me. And I am OK with that.

In this moment are we so full of life, so inspired that we feel that we are never going to die?

And is this a moment that is so easy to forget about on a regular Monday morning?

How does one not forget - is the ultimate question.

Specially when we do have all the answers.

And still, sometimes we decide to make a compromise.

Why do we compromise?

Why do we compromise our belief and our trust in just being able to be inspired and live life?

Live life that we find a good life deep down in the dusty corners of our soul that we decide to keep dusty because it is easier?

And is it really easier to live by other people's rules and habits?

I find this a constant question that never gets answered, it just becomes more and less important. More important when you feel far away from it and vice versa.

Would I want to live in a utopian world - utopian being my new word of the day - where every body is eager to just be?

Voila.

I will make some pasta now. Thank you very much.