Paulo Coelho is Brazilian writer. I came across Paulo’s works and found myself in tune with his words today…Few quotes that I worked through:
None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return
It seems like a very logical concept. But try to apply it to your own life and most of the time you’ll miserably fail. More often then not we tend to re-use what we knew of the world in the past, but all it is - is just a memory. A pure product of our own mind. And while it is impossible to forget, it is also impossible to bring it back to life. Even if you try to repeat the same steps that you did once…you will never arrive to the same place. We do not walk backwards. We might stand in the same place, but never return to the place we’ve been before…
Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.
I personally believe it is impossible to delete a memory. It may fade, become less intense, it might be re-painted with the details that we find more suitable for our perception. But we never ever forget…I’m yet to find a way to purge certain memories...But I’m not too hopeful…
Nothing is irreplaceable. A habit is not a need.
I like these words. Habit is not a need…how remarkably simple…I can see the habit as a comfort zone, familiar things that become the part of our life…a pattern we are used to and become relaxed around it, letting subconscious mind to take care of how we do it, leaving conscious part of us to do something else. Obviously when this pattern is broken, we have to throw every effort to find another one that we can learn to do subconsciously, a new comfort zone…But apart from automatic breathing, eating, walking, etc, nothing else we create a routine of is really a need…
You look in the mirror and come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a perfect 10 and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head and agonizing over how you "stack up".
What woman wouldn’t have these Mirror Moments…perhaps, to accept yourself as you are is much harder for woman then for a man. Women need compliments. We always search for reassurance because we have that image of “ideal woman” in our mind, engraved mostly by society, media and celebrity glitz. To be far away from such standard and be comfortable in your skin sometimes is an impossible task and we need help…and as much as it is easy to compliment a good looking woman, it is fat women, skinny women, shortlegged women, women with freckles and anti-Hollywood smiles that need to be accepted more then anyone else…I have a favourite quote about it: lets leave all the beautiful women to the men without imagination…
You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside, smoothing things over and ignoring your needs. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK...and that it is your right to want things and to ask for the things that you want... and that sometimes it is necessary to make demands
The word of “convenience” comes to mind. Being conveniently quiet, conveniently ready to be needed, create convenient background for others to be who they want to be…I have more and more of that confusion about me when what I’m led to believe I am by the words of others somehow doesn’t match to the “reaction” to me. Perhaps, I’ve got all my logic wrong. I’ve been often told I’m very good friend, a reliable friend. Yet friends often reaching out only when they need to rely on me. I’ve been told I’m a perfect homemaker and they didn’t want to live in my house which they called “the best sweet home”. I’ve been told not once I’m an interesting person, but no one ever interested enough to ask deeper. I’ve been often told I’m a wonderful person and deserve happiness, yet it appears like it should be somebody else’s task to make me happy…what puzzles me in all of that is that the picture of me painted to me by others seems to be misplaced somehow. The pieces do not match the reality, they do not fit. I can hear, but I cannot see. Either my senses are blind or I’ve been defined falsely.
You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different from working toward making it happen.
This should be my mantra. If your wish for something, don’t wait for it to happened, make it happened.
None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return
It seems like a very logical concept. But try to apply it to your own life and most of the time you’ll miserably fail. More often then not we tend to re-use what we knew of the world in the past, but all it is - is just a memory. A pure product of our own mind. And while it is impossible to forget, it is also impossible to bring it back to life. Even if you try to repeat the same steps that you did once…you will never arrive to the same place. We do not walk backwards. We might stand in the same place, but never return to the place we’ve been before…
Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.
I personally believe it is impossible to delete a memory. It may fade, become less intense, it might be re-painted with the details that we find more suitable for our perception. But we never ever forget…I’m yet to find a way to purge certain memories...But I’m not too hopeful…
Nothing is irreplaceable. A habit is not a need.
I like these words. Habit is not a need…how remarkably simple…I can see the habit as a comfort zone, familiar things that become the part of our life…a pattern we are used to and become relaxed around it, letting subconscious mind to take care of how we do it, leaving conscious part of us to do something else. Obviously when this pattern is broken, we have to throw every effort to find another one that we can learn to do subconsciously, a new comfort zone…But apart from automatic breathing, eating, walking, etc, nothing else we create a routine of is really a need…
You look in the mirror and come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a perfect 10 and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head and agonizing over how you "stack up".
What woman wouldn’t have these Mirror Moments…perhaps, to accept yourself as you are is much harder for woman then for a man. Women need compliments. We always search for reassurance because we have that image of “ideal woman” in our mind, engraved mostly by society, media and celebrity glitz. To be far away from such standard and be comfortable in your skin sometimes is an impossible task and we need help…and as much as it is easy to compliment a good looking woman, it is fat women, skinny women, shortlegged women, women with freckles and anti-Hollywood smiles that need to be accepted more then anyone else…I have a favourite quote about it: lets leave all the beautiful women to the men without imagination…
You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside, smoothing things over and ignoring your needs. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK...and that it is your right to want things and to ask for the things that you want... and that sometimes it is necessary to make demands
The word of “convenience” comes to mind. Being conveniently quiet, conveniently ready to be needed, create convenient background for others to be who they want to be…I have more and more of that confusion about me when what I’m led to believe I am by the words of others somehow doesn’t match to the “reaction” to me. Perhaps, I’ve got all my logic wrong. I’ve been often told I’m very good friend, a reliable friend. Yet friends often reaching out only when they need to rely on me. I’ve been told I’m a perfect homemaker and they didn’t want to live in my house which they called “the best sweet home”. I’ve been told not once I’m an interesting person, but no one ever interested enough to ask deeper. I’ve been often told I’m a wonderful person and deserve happiness, yet it appears like it should be somebody else’s task to make me happy…what puzzles me in all of that is that the picture of me painted to me by others seems to be misplaced somehow. The pieces do not match the reality, they do not fit. I can hear, but I cannot see. Either my senses are blind or I’ve been defined falsely.
You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different from working toward making it happen.
This should be my mantra. If your wish for something, don’t wait for it to happened, make it happened.