Ok, so here is the deal. I’m calling for all the rocket scientists of the world to come up with invention of the thought-recording device. And the sooner, the better! Honestly, I’m feeling like Winni-The-Pooh; I think so many absolutely brilliant thoughts in the most inappropriate times and places and then when I finally get to sit down to write them, they all run and hide! I totally have to have the device, that helps to record them “on the go”…hmmmm...perhaps, some fish net to catch them?
Anyway, few remnants of what’s used to be brilliant thoughts…
The condition when we give love to another defined by our wish to have something of that other person. Whether it’ll be their love, or respect, or their money, or diamonds. I guess, its all depends on the value we put for our love. Can you love in return for a love given? (Anybody have any diamonds out there? I can love you for a diamond forever…or at least until someone with bigger diamonds turns up)…How much do you think your love cost? I think as much as you think yourself being worthy. So – value yourself high and you’ll be loved highly.
Of course people’s love is conditional. The narrow view on conditions would be: ”I’ll love you if you’ll love me back”. The other way: “I’ll love you if you let me love you”. It is also condition, isn’t it? Just the first one we put forward to others the other one we set up for ourselves. Is there any chance of loving someone, if that someone does everything to prevent you from loving them?
It’s just occurred to me that even in unconditional love we still gain something in return. We can feel happy within ourselves, loving unconditionally. Unconditional just means - we not asking for anything in return. But we still get anyway.
If you have a wish to make, and you’ve been told – it will come true, but it should be a very selfish wish, “all for yourself” wish…which one will you make? I’ve been thinking of this illusive wish and I couldn’t come up with the answer. So many wishes, it’s a tough choice. So I’ve decided I do not need to have a wish to come true, since it is never easy to make one. The reason I didn’t want any wish simply because there are too many choices, too many wishes. And every one feels like the most important. So what I would wish to have, I’d convert into dreams. Dreams are easier to handle – they do not necessary imply you will have it come true. But you can still have them and enjoy them and be content if they always stay just a dream. Now I have too many dreams, but somehow it feels so right. I never expect to face them in reality. I do not need to make a choice which dream to have first, I can have all of them at once.
It’s all about attitude, isn’t it? How do you use your magic in every day? The answer would be – I don’t. I don’t use it. I make her. It is truly about attitude for life. One can have a boring job and hate it. Or one can have a boring job, but have a great time in the office together with their colleagues. You can write a long list of “to do” things and look at it in repulsion or you can add some meaningless spicy things in it and smile every time you refer to it. A little humour and it’ll make the task less dooming. Leave yourself a funny note on a fridge magnet. Or light candles at your table while having KFC family pack for a meal (well, you might want to put these in a proper plates too to match the atmosphere). It is not magical, you don’t just see the world around you, but make him. Bring a branch fallen from an old tree in your house and make up a story about her. A tale. A perfect place for a hand-made fairy you’ve got as a Christmas gift. And now you’ve got a fairy tale corner in your very own home. Magic is not a real thing. It is really just the way you make up things around your little world. One may ask – why bother with make-believed stuff when you have a lot to cope with in reality? To me this is the way to cope with reality, actually. To have that little special something and the special story that goes with it. To feel yourself different from everybody else. This is the secret, which is of course not a secret at all. It is the way how we feel about ourselves, not the way how we show ourselves to the others.
Say, I would never put on revealing “sexy” clothes, like many would do just to prove that “they can”, because I know sexy clothes would only make me look pathetic or funny or both. And because I’m shy. But I do want to feel sexy sometimes. So…I’d put on …stockings…LOL…yeah, stockings, actually, do make one feel rather sexy, despite of common opinion that they also make one feel rather uncomfortable. But still – sexy part is more then uncomfortable part. So…well, I’d put on stockings and I feel sexy and able and else, you know, female fatale, and stuff…only nobody else knows that…so I feel sexy and safe. And feel like laughing at those who walk around me totally unaware how magical sexy I am…and I just hope that what they say that men have natural tendency for infrared vision, is untrue…and that whoever reading this have a healthy sense of humour to recognise what a bollocks I’m writing here…
But magic in real life? No. There is no magic for real, only the one that we cast, wherever, whenever and for whomever we wish.
OK, many more should be written, but some work should be done as well, so I choose work for now. Plus also I am not sure in the level of your scrolling tolerance. So I’ll let this be the end of today.
Anyway, few remnants of what’s used to be brilliant thoughts…
The condition when we give love to another defined by our wish to have something of that other person. Whether it’ll be their love, or respect, or their money, or diamonds. I guess, its all depends on the value we put for our love. Can you love in return for a love given? (Anybody have any diamonds out there? I can love you for a diamond forever…or at least until someone with bigger diamonds turns up)…How much do you think your love cost? I think as much as you think yourself being worthy. So – value yourself high and you’ll be loved highly.
Of course people’s love is conditional. The narrow view on conditions would be: ”I’ll love you if you’ll love me back”. The other way: “I’ll love you if you let me love you”. It is also condition, isn’t it? Just the first one we put forward to others the other one we set up for ourselves. Is there any chance of loving someone, if that someone does everything to prevent you from loving them?
It’s just occurred to me that even in unconditional love we still gain something in return. We can feel happy within ourselves, loving unconditionally. Unconditional just means - we not asking for anything in return. But we still get anyway.
If you have a wish to make, and you’ve been told – it will come true, but it should be a very selfish wish, “all for yourself” wish…which one will you make? I’ve been thinking of this illusive wish and I couldn’t come up with the answer. So many wishes, it’s a tough choice. So I’ve decided I do not need to have a wish to come true, since it is never easy to make one. The reason I didn’t want any wish simply because there are too many choices, too many wishes. And every one feels like the most important. So what I would wish to have, I’d convert into dreams. Dreams are easier to handle – they do not necessary imply you will have it come true. But you can still have them and enjoy them and be content if they always stay just a dream. Now I have too many dreams, but somehow it feels so right. I never expect to face them in reality. I do not need to make a choice which dream to have first, I can have all of them at once.
It’s all about attitude, isn’t it? How do you use your magic in every day? The answer would be – I don’t. I don’t use it. I make her. It is truly about attitude for life. One can have a boring job and hate it. Or one can have a boring job, but have a great time in the office together with their colleagues. You can write a long list of “to do” things and look at it in repulsion or you can add some meaningless spicy things in it and smile every time you refer to it. A little humour and it’ll make the task less dooming. Leave yourself a funny note on a fridge magnet. Or light candles at your table while having KFC family pack for a meal (well, you might want to put these in a proper plates too to match the atmosphere). It is not magical, you don’t just see the world around you, but make him. Bring a branch fallen from an old tree in your house and make up a story about her. A tale. A perfect place for a hand-made fairy you’ve got as a Christmas gift. And now you’ve got a fairy tale corner in your very own home. Magic is not a real thing. It is really just the way you make up things around your little world. One may ask – why bother with make-believed stuff when you have a lot to cope with in reality? To me this is the way to cope with reality, actually. To have that little special something and the special story that goes with it. To feel yourself different from everybody else. This is the secret, which is of course not a secret at all. It is the way how we feel about ourselves, not the way how we show ourselves to the others.
Say, I would never put on revealing “sexy” clothes, like many would do just to prove that “they can”, because I know sexy clothes would only make me look pathetic or funny or both. And because I’m shy. But I do want to feel sexy sometimes. So…I’d put on …stockings…LOL…yeah, stockings, actually, do make one feel rather sexy, despite of common opinion that they also make one feel rather uncomfortable. But still – sexy part is more then uncomfortable part. So…well, I’d put on stockings and I feel sexy and able and else, you know, female fatale, and stuff…only nobody else knows that…so I feel sexy and safe. And feel like laughing at those who walk around me totally unaware how magical sexy I am…and I just hope that what they say that men have natural tendency for infrared vision, is untrue…and that whoever reading this have a healthy sense of humour to recognise what a bollocks I’m writing here…
But magic in real life? No. There is no magic for real, only the one that we cast, wherever, whenever and for whomever we wish. OK, many more should be written, but some work should be done as well, so I choose work for now. Plus also I am not sure in the level of your scrolling tolerance. So I’ll let this be the end of today.