it makes sense

I feel like dancing... my neurons are moving in the same rhythm...like the sound of an old french song... full of mystery... a sort of melancoly... a lot of meaning... signification...

...calm ...
...peaceful...
...poetic...

La lala lala ..La...la lala lala la ....
It is a piano ...high notes...sweet...my head goes right ...and left... making some sort of infinite signs ... spirals...  oh...and you hear a violin... all the shivers on your spine go wild ...

...the accordion makes me smile...

...I do hear my heart beating loud and fast...but I no longer feel afraid ... I feel ... more

...yes I feel... and it makes sense ...
...the music...the city....the streets...the past...the present...the future...the love...the man...

when all gets perfect

What if ...one day, you find everything that you were looking for ?!
What if... one day, you love and you are loved the way you wanted ?!
What if... in those days...everything seems to find it's place ...and you are happy ...you feel free, you feel full, you feel love, you feel silence, you feel peace ...

...but something is wrong ...

what is it wrong?

I don't know!!!

It's too silence...too clear...too peaceful...too perfect ...my brain is just taking a break...there is nothing that he needs to try to guess, to put the pieces together, to find solutions, to think of strategies, to try to understand...Everything is clear like a full moon on a serene night . And it is beautiful ...

In a world where everything changes, moves, challenges, have we become incapable of enjoying a peaceful happy moment?!

How do we seize the moment ? to smell and taste the present ?

I have the feeling that we are going too fast and too slow…fast because we are burning phases…we are already far away in a very little time frame. But also…too slow in terms of speed, adrenaline, passion… everything feels safe and I cannot even guess a possible danger in the future …it is like driving in a very safe car (4x4) with your safe-belt on, always in the speed limits and respecting all the rules, but still arriving faster because you take short-cuts.


But you also feel the potential of the car…you know that it can do a lot, it can give you all the adrenaline that you need if that is what you are requesting.

Who is the driver? And who is the one deciding on the speed, the road, the adrenaline, the safeness? Do we really need to be out of rules in order to feel it ?

I was used to dramas, problems, telenovelas and all sorts of dysfunctional relationships. I was always ready to find a new strategy, to think all the time over what is it really happening (cause it was never clear), to have a lot of ups and downs…like in a rollercoaster …and now… it is just beautiful. I just need to enjoy it. And I have a hard time doing so.

I feel like I didn’t earn it, like there was no battle from which I can say that I became victorious in order to really enjoy what I have… like a present…a gift…do I deserve it?!

I feel like these thoughts are bringing the sorrow and the drama that I do not have… but do we need that?… what I am doing is actually to hurt myself and hurt him…nothing more nothing less. Why? I don’t want that … I want to be happy …I guess

All of these make me think over the movie Sex and the City 2…when Carrie is married to Big and after all the years of drama, problems and crisis…she doesn’t know how to enjoy the new life. The life of a happy, peaceful and responsible women in a couple…when her husband (the one she always wanted) loves her and only her, she has the apartment she always dreamed of, the relationship she envisioned …and still…she finds herself out of place, unable to appreciate the calmness of it all.

(unfinished post)
Later edit: I do not feel so afraid anymore

a peculiar crystal champagne cup

born peculiar...between normal and ordinary cups , it is made out of the most refined glass, though full of imperfections. 

it raises ...and grows in its own world ... feeling different ... feeling awake ...feeling out of it's place

sensitive, elegant, beautiful 

can anybody see it's beauty?

from house to house, from person to person, filled with all types of content ...it learns and takes something from each....but it never finds its place

feels like it is rejected for its peculiarity.  Most of the people will take it just as a cup ...trying to figure out in which set of glasses would it fit better

loved for all that it is ...for all it represents ...can it ?

it needs a special place and a special treatment ...and a lot of patience 

but can anyone do that ?

so delicate and easy to break....and yet, so strong and confident in its looks 

kind and warm on the inside but cold and insensitive on the outside ...the fear ...the fear ...oh...the fear

control...and autonomy
it cannot let go...it is like there is always a fine wall  built

feeling empty and lonely most of times ... isolated in its private world...an immense world of fantasies, stories, images, feelings, faces that it built ...a world were it feels ...the king ...becoming self sufficient for its happiness 

rebel ? yes . whenever it feels constrained, controlled or caged 

afraid to be alone or unloved....it will accept mediocre champagnes ...several...in the same time...mixing...trying different tastes and colors, but wondering if there is any champagne as peculiar as it is ...if love truly exists ...as it doubts that 

and when it's filled with fine champagne ...it sparkles, it shines, it becomes alive

in a continuous search for novelty, for different, for experiences that can bring something, for champagnes that can enchant it with their tastes ... wondering what is happiness and who can it share it with 

but it is afraid of anything that it's more powerful that it think it can take . as it is made out of fine glass, its sensibility is something that needs to be taken care of. something it needs to be protected. no big loves, no fights, no acid content ...even too much passion can be destructive

take your silk gloves whenever you touch it ...treat it like it deserves  

oh my ....but ...its form, its color, its taste ...its peculiarity...the sparkling content ....oh my...all of it drawn me ...me and all my senses 

when I touch it....when I feel it on your mouth .... when I run my hands all over its forms ...close my eyes and let myself filled with the magic that it brings....I feel... peculiar ...

but no one can posses it ...it is an island ...entirely on its own

‎"I know that I have lived because I have felt, and, feeling giving me the knowledge of my existence, I know likewise that I shall exist no more when I shall have ceased to feel." Giacomo Casanova

  

my pulse

In the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, when everything is going crazy, everybody is talking near me and with me...I can only focus on ...my pulse.

Still beating like nuts, still remembering the previous hours, still being there...

It loses control and goes like crazy....

Come on...focus...calm... breath, breath ....breeeeath. 

It did not got out of that land. It stayed there like it never even finished.

My eyes, my hands, my legs...they don't want to follow my orders...it's my pulse that has them. 

Please! calm...focus...

But even my thoughts...they are long gone and don't seam to want to come back. I am shaking my head hoping it will help. Going out, smoking a cigarette, this should calm me. Focus!

Pressing my body towards yours just to feel it, feeling your heart beat into my hand...happiness. That is a memory! Damn! I need to focus !

But this is what it's all for...happiness...The smiles, the feelings, the senses, the smells, the touches, the taste ...the taste of happiness...pure happiness.

My pulse...it knows...it knows that it cannot leave the land of infinite happiness no matter how far away it goes.

I can try to control my thoughts, but my heart beats... they lost their clock...celebrating happiness with every moment they feel and remember the explosions of my senses

Talking in the dark….

”Stay with me.

Please!  

Look at me! Look into my eyes!

It’s me!

Don’t run away.

I am here! Look at me!”

And he turns with his face towards her, in the dark, she can barely see, but he does. And he is looking with warmth but impossibility to answer.

“Talk to me, please. Don’t go away”, but he smiles a little and turns his back without saying a word.

“Are you still there? I feel you! Every moment that  I close my eyes I see you. Stay with me”

 She tries to keep the connection alive beyond any physical encountering. Something is telling her that their connection is transcending any earthly happening and no matter what, they will still meet….in dreams, in their talks in the dark of the night, in their moments of connecting their souls.

“I know you can hear me. I miss you. I want you next to me. I want to see you, I want to hear you, I want to touch you. I feel how you are touching me with your mind. I know you are here. You never left. But I am scared, ordinal and banal reasons that exist on earth seam to stand in our way. I refuse to believe that our connection can be affected by this.  Look at me!!! I am begging you! Look at me! It’s me! I am here. Just me! Talk to me”

And he is there. She doesn’t see it so clearly because it's dark and he is hiding. But he is there. He never left . He can’t. He knows that their connection is beyond that. It is alive; such a connection doesn't disappear just by stopping talking to each other. He knows it. She knows it.

a kingdom for a touch

lust, craving, missing,eagerness, yearning, ungering, thirsting, starving, desiring, wanting, wishing ....

all these words can never express what I am feeling inside my body  

the pulse is growing with every image in my memory 

there, yes, there ... it makes rounds and rounds, producing a circle of yearning

the only thing  I can do it's open my month....somehow this helps me grasp more of it's flavor, remember more

I feel like biting ...my lips, my hair, my hands ... 

pain and pleasure 

but I am just touching my lips... in the hope of helping them to calm down

I run my hand through my hair and then I let it free ...even my hair knows my lust 

but he, my king, knows what I need 

and I, his queen, know what he needs 

a kingdom for a touch  

Infinity land

"Meet me in our infinite land" he said to her...

"Waiting for you there" she replied to him ...

His lips locked in with hers, their bodies went swirling into an endless dance...they both have half of the key to this world, and here he is sliding his key into hers...opening her inner heaven, so warm, sweet and welcoming...

She wraps her hips around him, feeling with every inch the magic of re-encountering...the two halves yearning for each other...

As if they were cast from a same mold, sculpted from the same clay...lost and now found...soon he gets lost into her, forgets himself and the world exploring her...and she is just feeling all he's giving her... softly, hardly, madly, deeply

That continuos feeling of missing...is gone....this was the piece of heaven they were searching for... without even knowing...and all the world is now reduced to 2 bodies transformed in one...melting in each other...transcending the mere existence to a world where physical is spiritual and where connections are complete....a world of infinity...

infinite experiences, secret passion in a secret heaven

Senses, sensations, touches, expressions, words unspoken(with no need to be verbalized), thoughts, images,  paintings  in all the colors of the world, photos of memories( lived or just imagined), heartbeats, smells, tastes...all infinite... exclusive for him and her ...

Nurturing them, exploring them, stretching them...

...to the limit of no limits...

my infinity 

Breath

Breath! don't forget to breath, it's keeping you alive

But I do forget, cause what I feel is not part of this world.

My body seams to surrender to the million sensations that are overwhelming it with each and every touch.
It's like I am not even there, in the room. I am somewhere else and I can even see myself from above, curved by the pleasures, transformed in expressions and again... feeling...everything

And this time I let go of my thoughts, I completely let go ...and feel every heartbeat that appears in all the cells  of my body. It's like I have an infinite number of hearts cause I can feel all of them ... beating...harder and harder....stronger and stronger ...louder and louder.

I am shaking.... uncontrollable, unstop-able, unbelievable ...shaking ...trembling. Continuously

Just one small touch makes me feel a million spiders of pleasure running from that point through all my body, eating the reality and leaving me only with sensations and feelings that seam to come from a different world.

I still feel the smell of it when I close my eyes, and if I move my tongue in my mouth I can feel the taste everywhere. So physical and yet so surreal.

I was living an infinity moment. When even the notion of time is gone, when everything that I knew was what I was feeling around me....on me....in me ...deep inside.

And I feel like screaming, releasing the pleasure that is already painful ... cause I forgot to breath 

Breath

feeling it

Normal, what is normal? normality? concepts that became increasingly vague.

Normality has to do with reason and with what we think or we are told ...but then there is something else.

You feel ... stronger and louder . There, somewhere in the chest, the heart beats faster and faster and more and more understandable, I can almost hear it. And if sometimes, we manage to explain these feelings in words, reason and thoughts, calling them "normal", in other moments, they just seem to be totally illogical and inexplicable .

... and then again ... I feel ...

It's hard to express in words what I feel, because I do not understand very well what happens. IT has vague mystical connotations. It's so beautiful and intense that I want them out of me.

I hear my heartbeat in my temples and I know that there is nothing which causes them, externally. It's just me. I hear them, I feel them and I caused them. My heartbeats. Strong heartbeats, like when you are doing something stealthily that you shouldn't do and there is a chance somebody might caught you .

And I smile,a little graceless, because what I feel that is making me dizzy. I am trying to let myself go, though I'm afraid.
I feel afraid of me and what I can be.

I feel my body, I touch it with my eyes and I feel naked. And for the first time in my life ... I feel comfortable to be and feel naked. I look at it with admiration, I enjoy myself. I feel it in every cell ... in every way... I see though my cloths, my naked body somehow aroused and excited ... it's myself and I am beautiful and full of life.

Fear of being naked, fear of vulnerability, fear of sight and judgment, fear of not being the one who everyone imagined, or not being able to provide enough...But then I realize ... fear it's just another way to feel. It's another feeling that we can enjoy and that makes your heart beat fast and strong.

I want to explore, to observe, to see, to hear, smell as much as I can. I want to push myself beyond my limits . In fact, I don't even know what my limits are.

I want to explore parts of the world that I have not seen, to understand things I did not understand and feel what I never felt. I want to discover, to discover myself and I want to stretch...

and I feel...but now, more than ever ... I am open .

I turn back. Stealthily, I look back at myself, my body, my face, my heartbeats. I like it. I discover new parts that I had never seen. Discover angles from where I didn't look . I like it. I just wish that others can see what I see now. In me. In them.

Peacefulness

So many feelings and thoughts are running through my mind these days...and I feel the need to express them somehow. But I feel that I can't...
I am filled with joy, peacefulness and healthy thoughts that are going round and round in circles . They make my life wonderful, I am taking every bite of present and have a huge hope for the future.

I realized today that I managed to balance my life and take care of the 4 important dimensions of it : physical, spiritual, mental and social.

I miss feeling in love and passion, but I know that I will meet them again when the time is right.

I am just surprised every day, how beautiful this life is and how proud I am to live and feel...taste...see...touch.  I am growing

Mixed messages

It's weird how we learn and change perspectives almost everyday.
I used to believe that men are not emotional and that in the end some of them are just obsessed with sex, or that they cannot suffer, or that for them it's much easier to put barriers and be cold.

I guess that no matter how much we want to believe that...because...well..."they are man" ....it's far from reality.
They too can suffer and be unprotected, have hopes that you do not even imagine they can have and they also get hurt as easy as we do. Probably the difference might be that they don't whine so much about it.

And I was surprised to find out from 2 of the biggest "players"  I know that they do not like to play games. How is that possible ? Simple, when they don't want anything serious, they are very clear about it and they take care not to transmit a different message then "I want to have sex/fun with you" . In these cases they will never use emotional arguments or feelings .....even if we, as woman, have the impression that they do...they don't. Not sure? Pay more attention next time when you encounter a man like this. They are very clear about what they want !
And when they want something more (smth serious)....they are very clear about that direction as well.

If I think about our methods (as girls) ... I become uncomfortable . We are so bad at this !!! Cause we never know for sure what we want, we never know how to separate the 2 situations or how to transmit a clear message in just one of those directions. No, we are mixing everything. No wonder that the guys are totally confused . Plus, it's somehow unexpected from a girl to want or to have superficial connections with guys, so unless clearly specified ...by default , we are interpreted as serious .

And this is how...we get to hurt these guys...cause we do not know how to transmit clear messages, we do not accept that they are human just like us and that we really need to take care about what we say and do as much as anybody else.

What if your life was a movie ?

These days I am thinking about the dilemma of balanced life, good life, with mature and thought decisions  versus crazy, euphoric, living the moment, roller coaster kind of life.

We are trying to pursue a life of balance and maturity, a life of conformity and compromises that we see as "normal". This is the model of happiness we received trough our childhood and movies: we have around 20 smth years old,  get a job that we more or less like, settle down with our boyfriend of a few  years (or look for one in case that doesn't exist) and think about marriage, kids and growing old. Wow wow....rewind ...what ? why is this the "happy" image ? Why does it look so boring and sad when I look at it ? Why do we feel that something is missing in this picture ?

And then we remember those moments, persons or periods or events that made us "alive and awake and feeling great ". And it's funny cause usually these moments are crazy moments, when we don't think about the future and we pursue only our feelings and the wish to live as much as we can. Thoughts running like crazy, feeling so much that you need to yell out loud, to draw, to write, to express yourself in any way possible....to dance ...but also....to cry, to break everything, you feel like if you will go completely crazy , sleepless nights, tears, questioning yourself, questioning life, questioning the future and the meaning of each word, feeling, thought or smell. It's so good ...for a while ...and then it becomes tiring ...exhausting and we run back to the safeness of the "balanced, mature life" and we say..."this is the way I want it to be....this is the best for me, for my future and for all my life. I need to be mature and live a balanced life"...but then....you miss the madness....


Roller coasters are so much fun and the adrenaline makes you feel that you can touch different limits of life. And you are afraid and your heart is beating so fast...but when you finish your 30' round....you wish you could have had more. But imagine this: your wish came true and you will have to enjoy the roller coaster for 8 h  without a break. How will you feel then ? First hour is good ...but afterwards ? It might hurt you ...badly ...and mark you for life....and it's not fun after some time.


But going back....we have 1 life, 1 choice in every moment, time is running fast and never coming back, people and opportunities enter our life and leave if we don't take them by the hand. 
Imagine that your life is a movie, you are the main character and all the other characters come on the stage, play their role and at some point, they leave. Who do you want to remain in the movie with you ? What emotions or reactions does your movie produce to the viewers? And to yourself ? Are you able to take an Oscar with that movie ? Or will it go directly on tape cause it was "just another movie"  ? 

Unleash yourself and live the life  YOU want ! live the life that YOU deserve ! the kind of life that you would love to tell stories about when you grow old ! The kind of life where you never wonder "What if ?"  
Cry !!!! suffer !!!!! These are too part of life !!!! Feel embarrassed !!!! Feel insecure !!!! This is life !!!! 
Feel love!!!! Feel FREE !!! Feel the music, the art, the poetry, put colors all around, feel the amazing smell of being ALIVE !!!!


Don't settle for a comfortable life ....you just have ONE ! Make sure it worth the whole ride ! Of course it's hard...but an Oscar never comes easy !

Life is so much boring when you are not "in love"

LP(of these days/weeks): Life is so much boring when you are not "in love"

These days I am sooo bored !!!! Nothing seams to entertain me for more than a few minutes or maximum hours. And I got to think of what it's missing....and the only real response was : butterflies in my stomach.

It's weird how it happens that whatever we have, no matter how much we earn, or what promotion we've got, having true friends, maybe even having money, a good business, good health, good chocolate in our drawer ... it's just not enough.

It's like having a good soup....with all the ingredients needed (vegetables, meat, cream, and so on)  ... except that ... it is still not good enough...it's ok....we can live with it....but we will not crave for it...something is missing. I am thinking of 2 things: spices and bread . Cause it gives flavor and it accompanies your soup in such a way that you not only survive with it, but it's actually pleasant and   nourishing.
Enough about food ....cause it makes us hungry, right ?! (don't go for the chocolate ! )

But well...ya....I have a great life...but I miss some pepper ! Also...I wish I could share everything that I think and everything that happens to me with someone . Someone that it's there for me and will love me no matter what. I have my friends, sure, but they have their own life and their own "love" (bfriend/gfriend). That somebody is happy to see you and talk to you no matter the hour, no matter how busy, no matter the mood.

And we also want to feel loved...everyday ... that at home, somebody is waiting with a small surprise (like a soup cooked with love), and will keep us in their arms just like that, and will accept to hear all our bullshits that not even we, personally, want to hear.

This idea is too far  and to hard to obtain ?! Well....I would be ok just with a few butterflies then...nothing fancy. If we don't have oregano or basil  and not even pepper....I am ok just with some salt.
So if we do not have a real relationship, we still feel the need to have a "story" or just to have a "focus" on somebody, just to keep things interesting. Just to like somebody and to see how things go from day to day... is he/she going to call or not ? Should I text him/her or not ?!  Much more interesting .

Conclusion: "Waiter..... some pepper please !!! "

Giving up on "drugs"

How hard it is to give up on our "drugs" ...

We know they are bad, we know that we need to give up and stay away from them....but somehow...in the moment that we nearly succeeded to get them out of our system....we miss them. 

So yes, I wish I could give up smoking, but well, it makes me feel so good when I light up a cigarette and I relax and clear my mind while I am smoking. 

And I do want to give up on my toxic relationships, but again, it feels so exiting to taste that madness and  passion that was there and probably still is just by saying a simple "Hi".

I wish I wouldn't open my fridge and take a new slice of cheese at 10 in the evening, but my body feels so good eating it and enjoying that bite.

Small and big sins that feel so good in the moment we taste them and in a few hours they seam such a big mistake.

In life, we have some drugs that no matter how much we try to replace with healthier habits, they seem to be irreplaceable.  

Acceptance

Accepting reality is the most enlightening thing you can experience !
It's amazing. Just by saying...."yes ....this is the reality" you understand and see the big picture. It's giving you peace of mind and openness, even joy.

In a world where everybody is trying to create his own reality, stories, perceptions and lies, accepting the reality has become something so difficult to do ?

Accepting yourself with everything that you are, all the flaws, the good parts but also the improvement you have to make  is the first step in becoming a better person.

Accepting the person near you in the way that he/she is gives you the opportunity to freely chose to love or not, to continue or not, to understand and help if you can and to make the other feel appreciated and loved for what he/she is .

5 things we need to accept (The Five Things We Cannot Change … and the Happiness We Find by Embracing Them, “ David Richo):

1. Everything changes and ends.

2. Things do not always go according to plan.

3. Life is not always fair.

4. Pain is part of life.

5. People are not loving and loyal all the time.

Whatever happens, accepting the reality, accepting the way we are and what we feel will set us free.

Of course that from time to time an amount of unhappiness is natural, even necessary as a way to help you learn from the experience.

Difficulties and problems will always get in our way. But the best approach trough ....embracing them...welcoming them and accepting them. Give yourself time for sadness if needed, think about it, take your lessons and move on. 

Reality is not good or bad....reality just....IS ...so whatever happens, if you succeed to calm down and see what is happening, you will realize that in the end, each path has a good part, and each time you will discover opportunities and options.

But than ...the next question is ...what is reality ? how do you differentiate reality from perception ? Is there any "real reality " ?

What is it with self esteem ?

Why is it that the people that are smart, good looking and complex ...have a low self esteem ?

In a world where everybody is frustrated and needing more and more from themselves is self esteem a problem that just got out of control ?

I have so many wonderful friends, people that I admire, people that I love, people that are beautiful inside and out and that I am proud to call friends that have the biggest insecurities ..over themselves and life.
I know so many of them that show a high self esteem...even arrogance ...but when you look behind their shells and look inside ...they are so afraid...and so insecure.

Being afraid to open, being afraid to suffer, or to loose. Some are afraid that their true self is not enough, afraid to be judged or criticized. Feeling that they might be taken for fools if they show emotions ...that being sensitive is wrong.

What do we need in order to have a healthy self esteem ?

Stories

It's interesting how people manage to see the reality in the way they need it.
Sometimes we do like this : we have the facts but we cannot accept the truth  so, what we do next in our heads is to change facts, distortion the information received in order to be  acceptable for us and our feelings.

One of this kind of stories are when we are cheated or when we are left / abandoned by our love partner. We just don't understand what is happening, why us, why to us and where did we go wrong. So....we make up stories concerning different external forces that controlled the  situation.

My favorite story about this goes smth like this : "my man cheated me / abandoned me because another girl put charms / spells on him . She took him away from me without his own will. He was actually loving me and we were having a great relationship, but this witch (or bitch, by case ) came and charmed him without him even realizing. So ? What can I do ? It was not me ! Our relationship was perfect...it was an exterior  power . "


Hahahaha....girls (cause let's admit this, boys don't do this) , please, stop lying to yourselves, it doesn't help . This idea is a total bullshit. If he is leaving or cheating you, something is wrong !!!!! Point .

And even funnier, the idiot that put his dick in another girl or be decided to leave (either as a coward or just because he doesn't love you anymore) he is a fucking saint, he is also a victim and the poor guy was charmed.

Please understand by charmed everything from seduced, conquered, spelled, or anything in between.

I cannot even underline enough how unhealthy is this way of thinking . For us as "victims". It just makes us have a wrong image about ourselves , our life and our relationships. If you are this kind of person , you will never be able to have better relationships until the point you open yourself to see and accept the truth. After, you can analyze and see what can you do next.

Stop lying to yourselves girls. Your man just didn't want you anymore or you were having problems in your relationship or you just didn't do your part so well (of being a girlfriend).

Get to the next one....but never forget to understand what was right and what was wrong in what you did in your previous relationships.

Group decisions

LP: don't involve more than one person in your decision process, they will make a mess

These  days I am working to open a new blog related to my first and most important passion , which is fashion, shoes, bags and so on .
Even if I want to do it as a passion first, the idea is that I never go for small or less. So I want to make it as good as possible, to differentiate from the other sites on the same idea and to come with something useful that also represents me.

Very simple to say, but hard to do.  I am blocked at the first thing: the name of the site . I need it to be creative, representative, fun , to be related to the pink panther and to fashion.... So, I used my facebook account to do a poll on the name of the site . And again, I find myself having more questions than answers .

Either way, the experiment it's really interesting cause I had a lot of responses and received a lot of ideas .

Still didn't decided...but I guess I am on the right way

2 sides

LP: Everyone has it's own side of the cube

So....if you look at a cube that normally should have 6 faces, which one do you see ?
Stupid question no ?

It's the same with any real life situation. We all have the same information but still, we  judge and see it totally different....or better, we see another side of the story .
That is actually wonderful cause in this way we learn  and see what we do not observe at the first look.

If for example, the faces of the cube have totally different colors , and I can see white and you can see black , than, what will happen is that I will talk about the same thing but picturing it  white and you will understand that it;s black. It's hard for me to make you see white when what you actually see is black.
And the worse is when both or at least one of the parts don't want to accept that it's possible that the same cube have different colors depending on the way you see it (on the perspective you look at it).

Still...for the same reason I always ask myself....ok....I see white and I understand that you see black....but am I right ? can I say that the cube is white? Or I should just accept that it's multicolored ?
What if most of the cube is actually black and only my side it's white ?

All in all, we have different perspectives on the same information and situations but we almost never know for sure if we are right or wrong and how should we act further ...

the physical extra mile

LP : always do the extra mile

I am the kind of pretty lazy girl when it comes to sports and movement. I enjoy staying, relaxing and doing nothing in a comfortable position .


So today, I went to the pool (like the 3rd time since I am in Paris....so....it's clear how lazy I can be , oh yes, and I ran 2 times :P ) . And I did 1 back and forth , than second, and it already started to be hard, than 3rd and I was thinking to stop. Then , I just said to myself : I want to do 5 back and forth so 10 times the lenght of the pool . And I worked so hard to do it ...and I succeed it .

But then , the friend that was with me said, I want to do 4 more lengths. I was shocked, he had already made by then around 16 , so I presumed he is running for 20 ..anyway , I said ....ok, I will wait for you.

But then I figure it out....ok, what if I do 2 more too (1 back and forth ) ? and I wasn't sure I can make it, but I did it, I swam 600 m today . I did the extra mile .

Transporting this to other subjects, sometimes, we go the extra mile cause it worth it and we can see it clearly. Even if it hurts we try to do more and more and push and push. But as I said in a previous post, know your limits and try to see when you are already bleeding and hurting yourself more than helping and doing good.

So for example, if today I was running for the target of 20, maybe at some point I couldn't have breath properly, my legs would hurt me blocking my walk for a few days , I would have a very bad sleep and I will not be able to do sports  anymore for around 6-7 days. So ? In comparison with the 12 , 20 does not give me a good report between benefits and costs paid .

But still...each time we can, we need and should do our best to take the extra mile