Oh dear

The soundtrack of the last few days is Brandi Carlile, again. I rediscovered her and I adore her voice. And as a bonus coincidence, I found her song in Grey's Anatomy. It's back and I'm fascinated again.

Feeling small. Walking around feeling so small nobody sees you. Feeling their feet on your face. Feeling useless and choked with silence. Worth nothing.

The moments we're scared show us how we don't really stop to think about life as we should. Panic shows the best and worst in us.

I'm a bit random tonight but want so much to write it all away. Maybe it's this writing in English that is bothering me. Or the speed of the ideas in my head.

I remembered people that know me, see me, understand me and value both strengths and weaknesses. It's amazing to feel like yourself, with both good and bad and feel appreciated for both. Be valued. The world around us pressures us, minimizes us, tries to make us smaller. It's because we're too many, I guess.
And that's why we try to be bigger. Try to stand out. Try to "succeed".

What I believe in most is not the ovations of the crowd, but the appreciation of individuals you changed by being true to yourself, by being honest and devoted.

And I have this question going around in my head:
"What is the place where you feel big?"

Thank you, dear, for showing me how to smile your troubles away. Thank you for not letting go. Thank you for making me feel useful. Thank you for saying the right words. And thank you, dear, for growing together with me. My best lessons I've learned from you.

A bunch of "Thank you"s for people that changed me every day for a while now.

So, dear, what is the place where you feel big?

Bomb creator

This song gave me shivers.
Sometimes we're missing the point.
And I'm wondering if things aren't actually more simple than we make them seem. Praying. Shutting up. Smiling instead of cursing. Giving space instead of demanding.
I'm starting to see things different. Separate what will matter in 5-10 years and what won't.
Invest in people, because they will enrich your spirit also.
We're all so kamikaze, so masochists. We like to suffer, to feel bad, to be treated wrong. We like to push and receive nothing. We like to put ourselves in situations we know we'll end up suffering. Oh, the pleasure of pain.
People that call us for no reason are boring. People that smile to us are not worth fighting for. Seriously? :) (I miss Grey)

This bomb creator chick is saying something about "Visions I can't forget from the world we create". We're so caught up in our own little "telenovelas" and dramas and happy endings, that the purpose of everyday and of life itself seems far from being understood. Last night, walking on the street, I was complaining about being cold. And I saw - or more exactly was scared by a poor man, a homeless, in a corner of a street, sitting on the cold cement. I am sure he was cold also. The difference between us? I got home. In my bed. Warm. He I suppose is still there. And I am absolutely sure that our views about "big life problems" are very different.

If our purpose isn't to save others than what is?
If our purpose isn't to bring happiness, than what is?
What is out there more important? What can we do today that will actually matter in 5, 10, 50 years?

Stop the self exploitation and start giving a helping hand.

Buy me with a coffee

Isn't it damn interesting that we need marketing for almost anything?

We really do start introducing marketing techniques in issues like changing the world, becoming better human beings, choosing our loved one, convincing our parents of something. Is that healthy or not?
Is that an effect or a cause? The effect of too much information in the world, right? So they say. But what is it causing? Is it really the way we want to do things? The better marketing campaign wins?
What's next to advertise? Being good or bad.

Demnitate

When does it help you and when does it hurt you?

The sound of tonight is silence.