Sometimes not saying anything at all is better than just blabbering looking for some good words to throw around.
How keen is life with all the variations under one theme! The theme, obviously breath!
What is the constant motion that acompanies us from our first independent moment out of the womb and just before life fades into oblibvion?
In it we see many oportunities to love and hate, create or destroy, awake or sleep!
Nothing is more important to anyone who wants to live than the breath he or she carry, because implicitly they know that without that vessel the trip that they started is over.
They can be in joy, they can be in pain, but they will be breathing until they die.
I am thankful to my parents for the breath they gave me 30 years ago. Thanks to this I have travelled a bit, I have been both in joy and in pain, fortunately I barely know the latter and I still cannot fathom how to master the joy.
People, wiser in spirit and presence of mind, tell me that Carpe diem is the day! Cease the day and all things will fall into place. Oddly enough, I tend to waste my days in rumblings of past glories and unachieved futures!
I would say that may use of this vessel is commonly placed in the melancolic derivations of what i should have and the what ifs that usually support them.
My life is as rich as it can be and still i feel the void of empty purpose lurking inside of me.
We pull to us what our hearts desire, however if we focus on what we fear we will attract that as well.
Derivations of an empty hour
by Mr. Sousa
mamuts@gmail.com
Monday, December 17, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Funny bitterness
.
Dwelling on funny thoughts it's a laughable matter to anyone who takes lifes too seriously.
I guess I am the kind of person, who tries to take life too lightly when it comes to everyone else, except my own.
Hoe is me!
A typical self-pity scenario that society as endured for too long and produced creative replies such as "Cheer up! At least you got your health" or "Spare me with the pity and self-loathing".
I wonder if people are naturally bad or if they are born like that. Possibly some are thaught to be evil, just be following the example of others, without considering for once that to question someone's acts is far more legitim than following them blindly.
I guess I am not inclined to be funny, at least I don't think I will be with this bitter tone and harsh examples.
Paramount moments.
Now, there is something worth spending some fragments of time pondering. What were my greatest moments lately. Will I ever match those moments in my remaing life time?
Funny, sometimes I think more about living the moment, now I am divided between my past and my future. Considering if the future will match or even beat the past, without putting to consideration whatever gift my present has installed for me.
I wanted to write something today. I wanted it to be deep and heart felt, so that my words, put together with so much effort would find its way to move someone.
The best feeling I have had, thus far, was realizing that in my life some of my actions, one at least, perhaps more, have made somebody's life better at one specific point.
Still, I am no angel, and for every positive action, I most certainly produce an equally negative reaction, as the laws of the Universe state.
Last funny thought of all. The angel.
I wish I was an angel. No to fly nor play the banjo up on the clouds. but rather to assist, to talk, to cheerish, to reach into the depths of feeling and release anybodya adn everybody from the river of pain the flows beneath their skin, hidden behind false smiles and funny innuendos.
I guess anyone can be an angel. All it takes is a random act of kindness to anyone we meet.
without prejudice, without pride, without a scoring intent.
Why?
Because it is funny to be as good as good can be to anyone, no matter how bitter they can be.
A bit of magic, here and there... that's all it takes.
However, for magic to work, there must be believers.
For its from the chains of belief that the magic draws the strenght to do something unique.
In this mellow day of october, I realize that to be an angel, all it takes is a bit of belief in my own acts of random kindness, despite all the sorrow I might feel at any given point.
All creatures deserve happiness.
Oh well!
mamuts@gmail.com
Dwelling on funny thoughts it's a laughable matter to anyone who takes lifes too seriously.
I guess I am the kind of person, who tries to take life too lightly when it comes to everyone else, except my own.
Hoe is me!
A typical self-pity scenario that society as endured for too long and produced creative replies such as "Cheer up! At least you got your health" or "Spare me with the pity and self-loathing".
I wonder if people are naturally bad or if they are born like that. Possibly some are thaught to be evil, just be following the example of others, without considering for once that to question someone's acts is far more legitim than following them blindly.
I guess I am not inclined to be funny, at least I don't think I will be with this bitter tone and harsh examples.
Paramount moments.
Now, there is something worth spending some fragments of time pondering. What were my greatest moments lately. Will I ever match those moments in my remaing life time?
Funny, sometimes I think more about living the moment, now I am divided between my past and my future. Considering if the future will match or even beat the past, without putting to consideration whatever gift my present has installed for me.
I wanted to write something today. I wanted it to be deep and heart felt, so that my words, put together with so much effort would find its way to move someone.
The best feeling I have had, thus far, was realizing that in my life some of my actions, one at least, perhaps more, have made somebody's life better at one specific point.
Still, I am no angel, and for every positive action, I most certainly produce an equally negative reaction, as the laws of the Universe state.
Last funny thought of all. The angel.
I wish I was an angel. No to fly nor play the banjo up on the clouds. but rather to assist, to talk, to cheerish, to reach into the depths of feeling and release anybodya adn everybody from the river of pain the flows beneath their skin, hidden behind false smiles and funny innuendos.
I guess anyone can be an angel. All it takes is a random act of kindness to anyone we meet.
without prejudice, without pride, without a scoring intent.
Why?
Because it is funny to be as good as good can be to anyone, no matter how bitter they can be.
A bit of magic, here and there... that's all it takes.
However, for magic to work, there must be believers.
For its from the chains of belief that the magic draws the strenght to do something unique.
In this mellow day of october, I realize that to be an angel, all it takes is a bit of belief in my own acts of random kindness, despite all the sorrow I might feel at any given point.
All creatures deserve happiness.
Oh well!
mamuts@gmail.com
Thursday, October 11, 2007
The inspirational energy of depression
.
O me! O life!
Of these questions
Of these recurring,
Of the endless trains
of the faithless,
of cities fill'd with the foolish,
Of myself forever
reaproaching myself,
(for who more foolish than I,
and who more faithless?)
....
This is from a poem by Walt Whitman. I will not delay with the full transcription of such a fine poem that seems to be a work inspired
in doubts for life.
Doubts that seem to be reminiscent of a sort of pain.
Sketches of pain can sometimes be used to express such beauty that transcends reason and borders on the
fine colours of emotion.
At times, during my youth it was common for me to be depressed because I would love someone that would not love me back, or if somebody said something bad about me just to make me feel guilty for the choices I made here or there.
I remember quite vividly of having long faces followed by huge depressions-wannabes.
The funny thing was, that during those days I was able to express my creativity in ways that most of the times I couldn't.
Much like Whitman with some of his darker work, probably a result of well channeled pain into inspiration.
This is the trouble that afflicts much people these days. The frozen of the mind due to a swelling of the heart. Painful as some of life's events may be, one can use that negative side to our advantadge, to our expression.
People are different all over, but they do obey to the same common rules when it comes to function of reason and emotion. The complex process differs of course, but in the end, we respond to love, pain, joy, infortune, and so many others.
if your joy and gay, perform a merry dance, draw a joyful painting, sing a song... whatever you do, express yourself. for the joy of being happy is as precious as life can be.
However, to understand the deepness of sadness is an art in itself... one that can only be mastered when you've suffered once. Beautiful works have been produced throught the ages due to great depressions.
The point I want to emphasize is that you can enjoy (later on) the prodigal son, in its art form, of your so called chaos of balance.
Looking forward to see, hear or read the works of ye depressed, that do not know the power of creation that lurks in the shadows of any given tear-drop.
mamuts@gmail.com
O me! O life!
Of these questions
Of these recurring,
Of the endless trains
of the faithless,
of cities fill'd with the foolish,
Of myself forever
reaproaching myself,
(for who more foolish than I,
and who more faithless?)
....
This is from a poem by Walt Whitman. I will not delay with the full transcription of such a fine poem that seems to be a work inspired
in doubts for life.
Doubts that seem to be reminiscent of a sort of pain.
Sketches of pain can sometimes be used to express such beauty that transcends reason and borders on the
fine colours of emotion.
At times, during my youth it was common for me to be depressed because I would love someone that would not love me back, or if somebody said something bad about me just to make me feel guilty for the choices I made here or there.
I remember quite vividly of having long faces followed by huge depressions-wannabes.
The funny thing was, that during those days I was able to express my creativity in ways that most of the times I couldn't.
Much like Whitman with some of his darker work, probably a result of well channeled pain into inspiration.
This is the trouble that afflicts much people these days. The frozen of the mind due to a swelling of the heart. Painful as some of life's events may be, one can use that negative side to our advantadge, to our expression.
People are different all over, but they do obey to the same common rules when it comes to function of reason and emotion. The complex process differs of course, but in the end, we respond to love, pain, joy, infortune, and so many others.
if your joy and gay, perform a merry dance, draw a joyful painting, sing a song... whatever you do, express yourself. for the joy of being happy is as precious as life can be.
However, to understand the deepness of sadness is an art in itself... one that can only be mastered when you've suffered once. Beautiful works have been produced throught the ages due to great depressions.
The point I want to emphasize is that you can enjoy (later on) the prodigal son, in its art form, of your so called chaos of balance.
Looking forward to see, hear or read the works of ye depressed, that do not know the power of creation that lurks in the shadows of any given tear-drop.
mamuts@gmail.com
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Avoid the meadow
.
At times it seems like there is something hidden behind the walls of truth.
Word as it that the truth is a preception of reality only available to those who are in tune with the universe perspective.
What one sees, usually is what you get, not withstanding the variables surrounding the case at hand.
"Avoid the meadow" is the sentence of a movie, where a cow comes to life to attack a man that is passing by, on his way to find Master Pain, aka Betty.
If I knew the reasons that led me to the meadow in the first place, maybe I could find a fresh way to avoid it next time.
With the truth in place, playing its role as lady destiny sees fit, I am always subject to whatever the meadow has instaled for me.
Bah...
Today, I walked right into that one, and all the traps behind that soft plain full of mirages took me out.
As such, I am out...
At times it seems like there is something hidden behind the walls of truth.
Word as it that the truth is a preception of reality only available to those who are in tune with the universe perspective.
What one sees, usually is what you get, not withstanding the variables surrounding the case at hand.
"Avoid the meadow" is the sentence of a movie, where a cow comes to life to attack a man that is passing by, on his way to find Master Pain, aka Betty.
If I knew the reasons that led me to the meadow in the first place, maybe I could find a fresh way to avoid it next time.
With the truth in place, playing its role as lady destiny sees fit, I am always subject to whatever the meadow has instaled for me.
Bah...
Today, I walked right into that one, and all the traps behind that soft plain full of mirages took me out.
As such, I am out...
Monday, September 10, 2007
Lazy Jones
.
Lazy Jones is a computer game for the Commodore 64, ZX Spectrum, MSX and Tatung Einstein. It was written by David Whittaker and released by Terminal Software in 1984.
The plot of the game is simple- a hotel care taker named Jones is bored and decides to go in the rooms and play games.
Lazy Jones is essentially a collection of fifteen smaller sub-games. The game takes place inside a hotel with three floors, connected by an elevator. Jones character is apparently a lazy hotel employee, who doesn't much care for his work, but prefers to sneak into the rooms to play video games instead.
The main screen in Lazy Jones is the hotel interior. There, your character can use the elevator to travel freely between the three floors, but he must watch out for enemies: the current hotel manager, on the top floor - the ghost of the previous manager, on the bottom floor - and a cleaning cart (moving by itself, of course) on the middle floor. The enemies only walk around and don't pursue your character, but contact with them is fatal.
My mood these days is much like Jones' character. I am also bored with the way my life is turning out and rather by watching movies or tv series than focusing on what life is really about.
Obviously many might wonder what life is all about... I believe it is about living.
Others might argue that watching movies is a choice of life... if you don't believe me, what are critics doing all the time?
In any case, I feel desperately bored with my life, and no game or movie changes my mood these days. Instead I feel like I am burning precious time.
Life is surely about much more than focusing on the imaginations of others. I believe that the imagination of others, from books, movies, conversations or any other form of expression can inspire our personal ideas to make life a much more fuller experience.
Nonetheless, I feel like a Jones, lazy around life as if I had nothing better to do.
Careless to pay attention to any major events happening close or far, I feel that my life is reaching a new low in pointless strain.
If some sort of will would inspire me to reach further in purpose, I might aspire for higher ground, instead I just compare my results with others.
The experience of life is truly unique for each person. There is no such thing as comparing results.
My life will be what it has to be! For now, I will be just a Lazy Jones! Why? Because I can.
How long it will last?
As long as Lazy Jones let me...
Lazy Jones is a computer game for the Commodore 64, ZX Spectrum, MSX and Tatung Einstein. It was written by David Whittaker and released by Terminal Software in 1984.
The plot of the game is simple- a hotel care taker named Jones is bored and decides to go in the rooms and play games.
Lazy Jones is essentially a collection of fifteen smaller sub-games. The game takes place inside a hotel with three floors, connected by an elevator. Jones character is apparently a lazy hotel employee, who doesn't much care for his work, but prefers to sneak into the rooms to play video games instead.
The main screen in Lazy Jones is the hotel interior. There, your character can use the elevator to travel freely between the three floors, but he must watch out for enemies: the current hotel manager, on the top floor - the ghost of the previous manager, on the bottom floor - and a cleaning cart (moving by itself, of course) on the middle floor. The enemies only walk around and don't pursue your character, but contact with them is fatal.
My mood these days is much like Jones' character. I am also bored with the way my life is turning out and rather by watching movies or tv series than focusing on what life is really about.
Obviously many might wonder what life is all about... I believe it is about living.
Others might argue that watching movies is a choice of life... if you don't believe me, what are critics doing all the time?
In any case, I feel desperately bored with my life, and no game or movie changes my mood these days. Instead I feel like I am burning precious time.
Life is surely about much more than focusing on the imaginations of others. I believe that the imagination of others, from books, movies, conversations or any other form of expression can inspire our personal ideas to make life a much more fuller experience.
Nonetheless, I feel like a Jones, lazy around life as if I had nothing better to do.
Careless to pay attention to any major events happening close or far, I feel that my life is reaching a new low in pointless strain.
If some sort of will would inspire me to reach further in purpose, I might aspire for higher ground, instead I just compare my results with others.
The experience of life is truly unique for each person. There is no such thing as comparing results.
My life will be what it has to be! For now, I will be just a Lazy Jones! Why? Because I can.
How long it will last?
As long as Lazy Jones let me...
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Mad World
.
All around me are familiar faces, but after a lifetime of daily races, peolpe still treat me like I have no tomorrow.
I want to wait a feel what every child should, sit and listen... sit and listen
but I am tired of accepting everyone else's judgement!
So convenient, so convenient!
People abandon me through my basic anger.
I would be an angel in sorrow, after all the wrath I feel.
This is truly a Mad World.
No one here, really knows me... they debate and deliberate
Til I won't accept, what they want me to do so great!
Tired... of being judge, by mad people in this mad world
People throw rocks to entertain themselves from their own silly things
and yet, its in their hearts that the answer lies as the waves of breath go on and on and on...
Will I have the power to free myself from the sickness that afects this mad mad world....
Will I ever have the time and perchance live what I once dreamt !
Oh well!
All around me are familiar faces, but after a lifetime of daily races, peolpe still treat me like I have no tomorrow.
I want to wait a feel what every child should, sit and listen... sit and listen
but I am tired of accepting everyone else's judgement!
So convenient, so convenient!
People abandon me through my basic anger.
I would be an angel in sorrow, after all the wrath I feel.
This is truly a Mad World.
No one here, really knows me... they debate and deliberate
Til I won't accept, what they want me to do so great!
Tired... of being judge, by mad people in this mad world
People throw rocks to entertain themselves from their own silly things
and yet, its in their hearts that the answer lies as the waves of breath go on and on and on...
Will I have the power to free myself from the sickness that afects this mad mad world....
Will I ever have the time and perchance live what I once dreamt !
Oh well!
Friday, August 31, 2007
Fishing Junks At Sunset
.
A long time ago, there was a fisherman in China whose main occupation was tending for the junks that laid near the shore line. He would do this after all the fishermen had return from the fishing rounds of the day.
At the sunset, we would lay next to the junks and take out is fishing pole and took the chance to become one with the moment. The sea of tranquility would embrace him as the sun laid to rest.
The beautiful thing about this fisherman was that he was happy with his routine. He never felt alone, because the sea would speak to him in waves of contentement and the sun would softly warm his cheaks as the night wagon passed by careless of the bumps in the wind, thus spreading random stars throughout the sky.
The fisherman would wait for the moon to rise, we would whisper a song that only the moon would understand and happilly would go about his way.
In silence the moon would enchant the land with its magical spread, leaving the mood as soft and mellow as the wind made some stars fell.
The fisherman song would be:
"I take a bottle of wine and I go to drink it among the flowers.
We are always three, counting my shadow and my friend, the shimmering moon.
Happilly the moon knows nothing of drinking and my shadow is never thirst.
When sing, the moon listens to me.
When I dance, my shadow dances too.
After all festivities, all guests must depart.
This sadness, I do not know.
When I go home, the moon goes with me, and my shadow, follows..."
To this day, the fisherman sings his song to the early stars, teaching them that they are never alone.
He does this as he's fishing junks at sunset.
A long time ago, there was a fisherman in China whose main occupation was tending for the junks that laid near the shore line. He would do this after all the fishermen had return from the fishing rounds of the day.At the sunset, we would lay next to the junks and take out is fishing pole and took the chance to become one with the moment. The sea of tranquility would embrace him as the sun laid to rest.
The beautiful thing about this fisherman was that he was happy with his routine. He never felt alone, because the sea would speak to him in waves of contentement and the sun would softly warm his cheaks as the night wagon passed by careless of the bumps in the wind, thus spreading random stars throughout the sky.
The fisherman would wait for the moon to rise, we would whisper a song that only the moon would understand and happilly would go about his way.
In silence the moon would enchant the land with its magical spread, leaving the mood as soft and mellow as the wind made some stars fell.
The fisherman song would be:
"I take a bottle of wine and I go to drink it among the flowers.
We are always three, counting my shadow and my friend, the shimmering moon.
Happilly the moon knows nothing of drinking and my shadow is never thirst.
When sing, the moon listens to me.
When I dance, my shadow dances too.
After all festivities, all guests must depart.
This sadness, I do not know.
When I go home, the moon goes with me, and my shadow, follows..."
To this day, the fisherman sings his song to the early stars, teaching them that they are never alone.
He does this as he's fishing junks at sunset.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
The day I was a Hippie
.
Greetings to all of you out there!
Actually, I should say Peace an Love!
Well, a short short time ago...
Shorter now than it seems,
As early as a few days back,
which means as far back as i can remember
I was a hippie.
It lasted only for a night!
But it lefted me with a smile on my face
How could I ignore the possibilities,
After all being hippie can leave you high!
High on emotion that is!
I was lucky enough to have a crew.
Without whom, I would never made it.
So to all you happy hippies out there...
I say thank you!
Thank you for this out of this world experience
Music: BBE - Seven Days and One Week
Location: Earth, someplace cool and groovy
Greetings to all of you out there!
Actually, I should say Peace an Love!
Well, a short short time ago...
Shorter now than it seems,
As early as a few days back,
which means as far back as i can remember
I was a hippie.
It lasted only for a night!
But it lefted me with a smile on my face
How could I ignore the possibilities,
After all being hippie can leave you high!
High on emotion that is!
I was lucky enough to have a crew.
Without whom, I would never made it.
So to all you happy hippies out there...
I say thank you!
Thank you for this out of this world experience
Music: BBE - Seven Days and One Week
Location: Earth, someplace cool and groovy
Saturday, July 21, 2007
It's not easy being green
.
To anyone that reads this, who at some point in life felt misplaced as if you did not know where you belong, or worse that you felt as if you did not belong, I write a bit about this theme.
It is quite frequent for me to have doubts about who I am and what if I am doing the right thing in life. I guess it is easy to live life by the value of others rather than our owns because this way we have someone else to tell us what to do, which eases off the burden of responsibility. Nonetheless, this responsibility sticks. It grabs on to one's actions like a second coat of skin.
I believe that to live up to what we believe in should count more than any other opinion supported on criteria defined by others. So easy it is to criticize and judge upon appearances, decisions, actions, moments in someone else's life than to truly take a step back, look around a see the world that we build for ourselves. It does not matter if it is unappealing to others as long as it appealing to the heart of the person who created it.
We do not have to think alike! We are not alike! It does not matter that we are different.
As long as our similarities or our differences are not used to destroy us in hence.
Many people destroy their hence because they are afraid to be alone in life, that no one will liked them for what they like, for what they believe, for how they look.
On the other hand it does not matter if we share one idea with a zillion people, it does not matter if that once of thought is the same. We all share the same biology, the same breath, the same necessities.
With all our differences and similarities we are unique, each and everyone. And in our own simple and proper way of being lies a treasure worthy of an universe as grandiose as the one we live in, and know so little.
Think of all the universes out there worth discovering, in your house, in your neighbour's house, in your schools, your jobs, your bakery, your shops, your streets, your cities. Think of all you can learn from just one, if you have the time and space to share the once of thoughts.
I end this entry, with a mention to a wonderful song, written by Joseph Raposo Jr, son of Portuguese immigrants. We had a wonderful collaboration with the Sesame street gang that lead to this music, which speaks about difference. His words, from his own unique universe have made my life richer in so many moments, that I can say that I am happy being as I am, because I can have the time and space to realize that this life is worth... every once of it, in each breath...
It's not easy being green!
(Joe Raposo)
It's not that easy being green;
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold...
or something much more colorful like that.
It's not easy being green.
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things.
And people tend to pass you over 'cause you're
not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
or stars in the sky.
But green's the color of Spring.
And green can be cool and friendly-like.
And green can be big like an ocean, or important like a mountain,
or tall like a tree.
When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why?
Wonder, I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful!
And I think it's what I want to be.mamuts@gmail.com
To anyone that reads this, who at some point in life felt misplaced as if you did not know where you belong, or worse that you felt as if you did not belong, I write a bit about this theme.
It is quite frequent for me to have doubts about who I am and what if I am doing the right thing in life. I guess it is easy to live life by the value of others rather than our owns because this way we have someone else to tell us what to do, which eases off the burden of responsibility. Nonetheless, this responsibility sticks. It grabs on to one's actions like a second coat of skin.
I believe that to live up to what we believe in should count more than any other opinion supported on criteria defined by others. So easy it is to criticize and judge upon appearances, decisions, actions, moments in someone else's life than to truly take a step back, look around a see the world that we build for ourselves. It does not matter if it is unappealing to others as long as it appealing to the heart of the person who created it.
We do not have to think alike! We are not alike! It does not matter that we are different.
As long as our similarities or our differences are not used to destroy us in hence.
Many people destroy their hence because they are afraid to be alone in life, that no one will liked them for what they like, for what they believe, for how they look.
On the other hand it does not matter if we share one idea with a zillion people, it does not matter if that once of thought is the same. We all share the same biology, the same breath, the same necessities.
With all our differences and similarities we are unique, each and everyone. And in our own simple and proper way of being lies a treasure worthy of an universe as grandiose as the one we live in, and know so little.
Think of all the universes out there worth discovering, in your house, in your neighbour's house, in your schools, your jobs, your bakery, your shops, your streets, your cities. Think of all you can learn from just one, if you have the time and space to share the once of thoughts.
I end this entry, with a mention to a wonderful song, written by Joseph Raposo Jr, son of Portuguese immigrants. We had a wonderful collaboration with the Sesame street gang that lead to this music, which speaks about difference. His words, from his own unique universe have made my life richer in so many moments, that I can say that I am happy being as I am, because I can have the time and space to realize that this life is worth... every once of it, in each breath...
It's not easy being green!
(Joe Raposo)
It's not that easy being green;
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold...
or something much more colorful like that.
It's not easy being green.
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things.
And people tend to pass you over 'cause you're
not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
or stars in the sky.
But green's the color of Spring.
And green can be cool and friendly-like.
And green can be big like an ocean, or important like a mountain,
or tall like a tree.
When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why?
Wonder, I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful!
And I think it's what I want to be.mamuts@gmail.com
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Bonding
.
Human nature is filled with a wide variety of examples of bonding. I believe that it goes straight to the core of our molecular relations, considering all the ionic bonds, hydrogen bonds, covalent bonds and any kind other bonds that the atoms might enjoy.
I find myself quite depending of the human equation. As much as I try to be independent of the rest of my species, I end up finding refuge among the best of them.
There is no way I could ever become an eremite. Spending my time alone, bonding with nature alone, having no one to share the experience, accompanied only by my own ego, which would feel empty of meaning for the lack of someone to grab my qualities too.
I guess, I feel alone these days. I am on the basis of a job that gives me some reward, but I am a competitive and selfish person that wishes to find success to fit in. To a degree, I have been trying to convince myself that in this life what matters is doing whatever makes us happy, in order to put some satisfaction in a pointless way of life.
Isolating myself from the rest of my fellowmen only results broadening the gap between us, hence leaving me more and more frustrated with the choices I make in my life.
Humanity grants me little comfort with all their views and politics, while trying to legislate reason in the realms of emotion. Sad part of it is I wish I could be an eremite and truly make it on my own. Everything! Feeding, providing, resting, and enjoying my days.
In the end I guess I am as much addicted to mankind as I am to meat, which proves the other point... I can't be a vegetarian until the day I have no other choice!
For me bonding is mainly sharing. Being able to gather up a part of experiences and enjoyed them in the company of someone we love and trust. However with all the speed at which our lives are set to move by, we have little time to trust or to love, unless it is programmed.
Time management! Truth be told, it is harder than it looks! Being able to make time to include life is not that easy, if life will depend on others to set their clocks the same fashion, hence providing for the rare bonding to take place.
I have been having some bonding on the weekends. The best of it all was about a month and half ago, where a friend and me went on a wild trip up the moments to bond with nature. The experience was fantastic and I would recommend it to anyone who needs desperately to feel alive.
After all, bonding is the way that we as human beings find of communing the essence of life in its core. Without it, life is just a random set of events that holds no purpose to the cells that make up its fabric, and if one breaks, no one will come to make mends.
Human nature is filled with a wide variety of examples of bonding. I believe that it goes straight to the core of our molecular relations, considering all the ionic bonds, hydrogen bonds, covalent bonds and any kind other bonds that the atoms might enjoy.
I find myself quite depending of the human equation. As much as I try to be independent of the rest of my species, I end up finding refuge among the best of them.
There is no way I could ever become an eremite. Spending my time alone, bonding with nature alone, having no one to share the experience, accompanied only by my own ego, which would feel empty of meaning for the lack of someone to grab my qualities too.
I guess, I feel alone these days. I am on the basis of a job that gives me some reward, but I am a competitive and selfish person that wishes to find success to fit in. To a degree, I have been trying to convince myself that in this life what matters is doing whatever makes us happy, in order to put some satisfaction in a pointless way of life.
Isolating myself from the rest of my fellowmen only results broadening the gap between us, hence leaving me more and more frustrated with the choices I make in my life.
Humanity grants me little comfort with all their views and politics, while trying to legislate reason in the realms of emotion. Sad part of it is I wish I could be an eremite and truly make it on my own. Everything! Feeding, providing, resting, and enjoying my days.
In the end I guess I am as much addicted to mankind as I am to meat, which proves the other point... I can't be a vegetarian until the day I have no other choice!
For me bonding is mainly sharing. Being able to gather up a part of experiences and enjoyed them in the company of someone we love and trust. However with all the speed at which our lives are set to move by, we have little time to trust or to love, unless it is programmed.
Time management! Truth be told, it is harder than it looks! Being able to make time to include life is not that easy, if life will depend on others to set their clocks the same fashion, hence providing for the rare bonding to take place.
I have been having some bonding on the weekends. The best of it all was about a month and half ago, where a friend and me went on a wild trip up the moments to bond with nature. The experience was fantastic and I would recommend it to anyone who needs desperately to feel alive.
After all, bonding is the way that we as human beings find of communing the essence of life in its core. Without it, life is just a random set of events that holds no purpose to the cells that make up its fabric, and if one breaks, no one will come to make mends.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
The Sunrise Conspiracy
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Why is it at times that couples enjoy to stay up late in order to share a sunrise together?
What is so profund in that experience, that makes them endure a jetlag of sorts to cherish that unique moment of the day that repeats itself every 24 hours?
Once I read somewhere that to power down the trust of sorrow, one should relinquish to the possibility of joy.
A sunrise depicts the birth of a day, which in its one simply remarkably different cycle brings the pristine promise of a new beginning.
As such, for all of us to appreciate the true nature of a sunrise is to give power to the most wonderful conspiracy of joy.
A conspiracy that roles the dice on the chances of life and let us believe that the sorrow in our hearts can be replaced by the joy that comes in each new beginning.
By breaking the cycle from dusk till down, one wittness the empowering possiblity of contentment in his or her life.
In the case of the couple it provides the substance for one unique tomorrow of starting today!
I have just welcomed a new sunrise!
I wonder what it has installed for me, with all the promises that this new day brings?
Have you seen any good sunrises lately?
Knowing what you could do if the day could start all over again, what you do if you relive that day, everyday by adding the joy of each previous days...?
Confused, then you need to join the Sunrise Conspiracy.
Listenning: Deep Forest's Pacifique
mamuts@gmail.com
Why is it at times that couples enjoy to stay up late in order to share a sunrise together?
What is so profund in that experience, that makes them endure a jetlag of sorts to cherish that unique moment of the day that repeats itself every 24 hours?
Once I read somewhere that to power down the trust of sorrow, one should relinquish to the possibility of joy.
A sunrise depicts the birth of a day, which in its one simply remarkably different cycle brings the pristine promise of a new beginning.
As such, for all of us to appreciate the true nature of a sunrise is to give power to the most wonderful conspiracy of joy.
A conspiracy that roles the dice on the chances of life and let us believe that the sorrow in our hearts can be replaced by the joy that comes in each new beginning.
By breaking the cycle from dusk till down, one wittness the empowering possiblity of contentment in his or her life.
In the case of the couple it provides the substance for one unique tomorrow of starting today!
I have just welcomed a new sunrise!
I wonder what it has installed for me, with all the promises that this new day brings?
Have you seen any good sunrises lately?
Knowing what you could do if the day could start all over again, what you do if you relive that day, everyday by adding the joy of each previous days...?
Confused, then you need to join the Sunrise Conspiracy.
Listenning: Deep Forest's Pacifique
mamuts@gmail.com
Monday, July 09, 2007
To write or not write
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I begun writing a column back in 2003. Inspired by my fellow room-mate, who had a column of his own, the late Memory_hole (that I so dearly miss), I have pondered on my self-recreation to assemble a couple of sentences and try to put out my feelings for the situation at hand.
The reality was it, that I was somehow seeking for some attention, not that I've ever had issues with lack of it, but more as a sense of being accepted for what I could be.
To some, my style was tedious, to others enthusiastic.
I guess the lesson that you cannot please everybody applies to this specific nature as well.
It is never easy to write from the heart, when the mind is clogged with so many notions and misconceptions of a world in turmoil... my world. The havoc that I create around my thoughts prevents me from going further in life as a writer, as I ruin my hearts content with so much unnecessary reason.
The question now goes, to why do I keep on writing?
Is it more as a self-indulgence, to elude myself into a cultural grasp that quite simple is not my own to reach, or do I just embark into these ego-trips as a form of pulling myself upwards, since downwards brings nothing pleasant anymore.
In the end, I guess it does not really matter, since I will do it anyway. To you the reader, is left the choice to stop or go on... such is the world of the words, as one chooses when to finish the journey that the author has installed for you, or simply to step down at first convenient stop and choose a more appropriate path to move on.
I guess, I will keep on writing, more and more....albeit as public domain as it may be, but coming from a heart whose depths vary as the moods go by. So let it be written, so let it be felt...
mamuts@gmail.com
I begun writing a column back in 2003. Inspired by my fellow room-mate, who had a column of his own, the late Memory_hole (that I so dearly miss), I have pondered on my self-recreation to assemble a couple of sentences and try to put out my feelings for the situation at hand.
The reality was it, that I was somehow seeking for some attention, not that I've ever had issues with lack of it, but more as a sense of being accepted for what I could be.
To some, my style was tedious, to others enthusiastic.
I guess the lesson that you cannot please everybody applies to this specific nature as well.
It is never easy to write from the heart, when the mind is clogged with so many notions and misconceptions of a world in turmoil... my world. The havoc that I create around my thoughts prevents me from going further in life as a writer, as I ruin my hearts content with so much unnecessary reason.
The question now goes, to why do I keep on writing?
Is it more as a self-indulgence, to elude myself into a cultural grasp that quite simple is not my own to reach, or do I just embark into these ego-trips as a form of pulling myself upwards, since downwards brings nothing pleasant anymore.
In the end, I guess it does not really matter, since I will do it anyway. To you the reader, is left the choice to stop or go on... such is the world of the words, as one chooses when to finish the journey that the author has installed for you, or simply to step down at first convenient stop and choose a more appropriate path to move on.
I guess, I will keep on writing, more and more....albeit as public domain as it may be, but coming from a heart whose depths vary as the moods go by. So let it be written, so let it be felt...
mamuts@gmail.com
Sunday, April 29, 2007
The bridge between two worlds
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"It's far easier to fight for one's principles than live up to them"
"Halfway up the stairs is the stair where I sit, there isn't any other, quite like it"
The bridge between two worlds is love. The secret to it, is knowing how and when to cross it.
"Timing is everything"
And so, they play their part.
mamuts@gmail.com
"It's far easier to fight for one's principles than live up to them"
"Halfway up the stairs is the stair where I sit, there isn't any other, quite like it"
The bridge between two worlds is love. The secret to it, is knowing how and when to cross it.
"Timing is everything"
And so, they play their part.
mamuts@gmail.com
Monday, April 23, 2007
The way things are!
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"The Way things are... stinks! I am not going to be a goner, I'm gone!"
Ferdinand, a duck!
At times, I feel that life is filled with so much pain and anguish, that I just feel like presenting my species a resignation letter to one of the officials that overseas our life continuance and just bail out to another universal experience, maybe being an asteroid in a far remote star system, where nothing can reach me.
Still, I realize that is not the purpose of any of this. There is always a reason for any such thing (that can be called a thing) to be the way it is. In fact there are millions of possible explanations to account for the way things are.
We can just hope to believe that somehow we are on the right track, and usually what we tend to believe is that whatever the reason is, it is more valid if a larger majority supports it, or if some "higher power" with the ability to persuade a naive majority of the "right" reason then we as sheep's will firmly accept it as the "REASON".
Some feel that there is something wrong in all the sets of reasons that are lying around these days, and they act according to what their instinct tells them.
For example:
Suicide - a bold attempt of escape into an unknown window, as a result of disagreement with the way things are.
Knowledge - a set of behaviours that unravel within the wisdom that dismisses the standard reasons and replaces them with a different standard that is compatible with the ongoing wisdom of the masses, yet camouflaged into acceptable values of the governing majority of opinions...
Isolation - the purge of contact with any members of the same species, because the way things are can never be accepted for any reason, and the solitary quietness provides with all the answers that one needs to overcome the disparity of it all.
Oh! I could ramble on about this all night!
I guess the purpose of this, is to masturbate my ego, to look somewhat clever and intelligent and hope that nobody thinks that this is my reason to call for attention. Why? Because I like to be noticed, without doing much for it. I guess walking in the nude in the downtown streets of Lisbon with probably caught someones eye and would give the police an acceptable reason for an arrest, but in the end, I would just be a goner inside a prison cell!
One can argue that the way things are stink, but if one is ready to look inside finding the true reason that puts things into a personal perspective then with that fresh new look, one can see what needs to be done. For all of us, there is a part to play.
I leave you now, with one of my favourite Shakespeareans quotes:
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It 2/7)
"The Way things are... stinks! I am not going to be a goner, I'm gone!"
Ferdinand, a duck!
At times, I feel that life is filled with so much pain and anguish, that I just feel like presenting my species a resignation letter to one of the officials that overseas our life continuance and just bail out to another universal experience, maybe being an asteroid in a far remote star system, where nothing can reach me.
Still, I realize that is not the purpose of any of this. There is always a reason for any such thing (that can be called a thing) to be the way it is. In fact there are millions of possible explanations to account for the way things are.
We can just hope to believe that somehow we are on the right track, and usually what we tend to believe is that whatever the reason is, it is more valid if a larger majority supports it, or if some "higher power" with the ability to persuade a naive majority of the "right" reason then we as sheep's will firmly accept it as the "REASON".
Some feel that there is something wrong in all the sets of reasons that are lying around these days, and they act according to what their instinct tells them.
For example:
Suicide - a bold attempt of escape into an unknown window, as a result of disagreement with the way things are.
Knowledge - a set of behaviours that unravel within the wisdom that dismisses the standard reasons and replaces them with a different standard that is compatible with the ongoing wisdom of the masses, yet camouflaged into acceptable values of the governing majority of opinions...
Isolation - the purge of contact with any members of the same species, because the way things are can never be accepted for any reason, and the solitary quietness provides with all the answers that one needs to overcome the disparity of it all.
Oh! I could ramble on about this all night!
I guess the purpose of this, is to masturbate my ego, to look somewhat clever and intelligent and hope that nobody thinks that this is my reason to call for attention. Why? Because I like to be noticed, without doing much for it. I guess walking in the nude in the downtown streets of Lisbon with probably caught someones eye and would give the police an acceptable reason for an arrest, but in the end, I would just be a goner inside a prison cell!
One can argue that the way things are stink, but if one is ready to look inside finding the true reason that puts things into a personal perspective then with that fresh new look, one can see what needs to be done. For all of us, there is a part to play.
I leave you now, with one of my favourite Shakespeareans quotes:
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It 2/7)
Monday, January 01, 2007
The end of years, the begining of inspiration
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Cyclical as always, the Earth completes yet another mesmerizing revolution around its sun hence leaving the conscientious minds who roam the Earth wondering about what lies ahead, over the next the revolution.
Such is this logic of life, measured in numbers of elliptic moves, as some sort of measure of achievements and/or failures, if the success or waste takes an hold of the chance that every elliptic move brings. But such interpretation is left to every beholder’s judgment, after all. The immense variations over a single theme are so vast that to actually be able to say hooray or nay to any event of the years is up to a dispute of opinions. And yet, the saying to be right before time is usually fatal for any quest of success. Thus, timing is still essential.
These creatures do live for a sequence of precise moments that linger on and on through the years, as if nothing else mattered, but to honour and repeat that same line of events over and over again, with little consideration to any originality that the single thought can produce out of anything or even nothing.
Let us not forget that, a long time ago there was a thing called nothing that led to something new.
The end of years, brings the clash of the past and a hope to restart with a new breath of fresh ideas and thoughts. This notion of archive of experiences grants to each one the possibility, the chance of being picked up and conducted through life as a growing process..
And if all is indeed allowed, then with each passage of the Earth, the path towards infinity becomes shorter, in such an infinitesimal way, that we are left with the dream in the back bone of our lingering yearning, desire. No small step to eternity should be ignored, as we believe that all journeys begin with a single step.
This year there will be time to yield to whatever dreams may come, if one should dare to come into the room of inspirational nature.
Cyclical as always, the Earth completes yet another mesmerizing revolution around its sun hence leaving the conscientious minds who roam the Earth wondering about what lies ahead, over the next the revolution.
Such is this logic of life, measured in numbers of elliptic moves, as some sort of measure of achievements and/or failures, if the success or waste takes an hold of the chance that every elliptic move brings. But such interpretation is left to every beholder’s judgment, after all. The immense variations over a single theme are so vast that to actually be able to say hooray or nay to any event of the years is up to a dispute of opinions. And yet, the saying to be right before time is usually fatal for any quest of success. Thus, timing is still essential.
These creatures do live for a sequence of precise moments that linger on and on through the years, as if nothing else mattered, but to honour and repeat that same line of events over and over again, with little consideration to any originality that the single thought can produce out of anything or even nothing.
Let us not forget that, a long time ago there was a thing called nothing that led to something new.
The end of years, brings the clash of the past and a hope to restart with a new breath of fresh ideas and thoughts. This notion of archive of experiences grants to each one the possibility, the chance of being picked up and conducted through life as a growing process..
And if all is indeed allowed, then with each passage of the Earth, the path towards infinity becomes shorter, in such an infinitesimal way, that we are left with the dream in the back bone of our lingering yearning, desire. No small step to eternity should be ignored, as we believe that all journeys begin with a single step.
This year there will be time to yield to whatever dreams may come, if one should dare to come into the room of inspirational nature.
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