Unblinding

We are blinded by the sweet stories told to us. The stories that set our expectations high and make us believe that" happily ever after" will still one day knock on our doors. The belief that a person, a job, a position, a salary, a location, or whatever it is, will bring us the lasting joy we've been looking for, is erroneous. The one and only that can and will bring a smile to your face on a daily basis is your own self.⁠

After (almost completed) two weeks locked alone in an apartment (while the city has been living normally), without seeing any other humans (besides observing neighbours in their homes and an awkward encounter when picking up my deliveries downstairs), I've realised more than ever, by practising it, how I'm the sole responsible for my feelings, moods and attitudes. And I'm the only one who will determine my "happily ever after". ⁠

" There's no such thing as problems, only situations", and we are the ones attributing feelings and particular meanings to those." If you change the rules on what controls you, you will change the rules on what you can control".⁠

Not always an easy task. To catch yourself in the moment and redefine feelings and thoughts, especially when you're in the dark midst of it. But I am hopeful that, with active training, one can improve. This is also where I believe the help of others plays an important role.⁠

Other perspectives, insights and support coming from friends, family, books and/or professionals are vital. Exchanging ideas, listening and sharing insights has been a must during this time.⁠⁠

I have cried, I have laughed, I have danced (and that on repeat mode, with no specific order). At moments, I felt like what people would describe as crazy - babbling, jumping, laughing for no particular reason other than the joy of living—a sea of emotions, all comprised in brief moments.⁠

All necessary, though, to break the limitations I have been setting to myself in the past. I can now see new (exciting) paths unfolding before me. I (finally) started to unblind and redefine those sweet stories, making them my own.⁠⁠

(apologies for the babbling, the lockdown got me talking)

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