Monday, 13 July 2009

275.

"You have a sense of direction. Find your place."

Sunday, 12 July 2009

274.

Definition of reality: All that has been witnessed by your beloved.

Thursday, 9 July 2009

273.

The light travels. Illuminating the path by burning its excess of baggage.
Travel light.

Wednesday, 8 July 2009

272.

The moonlight is your sunlight on a mirror.

Monday, 6 July 2009

271.

You have it all until you don't; and then, the moment you forgot that you don't have it all, is because you're having it all again.

Sunday, 5 July 2009

270.

In a first stage, perception apprehends the word as a statement of a definitive fact. The word is very powerful over perception. Nothing's a better reason than that to not talk what's not known well enough.

Saturday, 4 July 2009

269.

There's an etiquette in earth, in heaven and in hell.

Friday, 3 July 2009

268.

You pay the price in advance, says the catholic church.
You don't pay the price, says the devil.
The price is revealed by the highest, says the islam.
The price is an agreement with the highest, says the judaism.
You always pay the price, says the karma.
You set the price, says the Buddha.
Only the worthy are allowed to pay the price, said the ancient greek.
There is no price, says the skeptic.
There's a system to discover and pay the price, says the science.
The price is defined by its consequences, says the pragmatic.
The price is absurd, says the existentialist.
Know the price to pay the price, says the epistemologist.
I'll pay the price for you, says the one who loves you.

Thursday, 2 July 2009

267.

For the memory, the measuring units of time are not the hours, but decisions and meaningful moments; milestones. We're entities very detached from the physical world, therefore, the illusion of time; therefore, we're naturally spiritual.

Tuesday, 30 June 2009

266.

You know you're not hot... when you don't have "self-steam".

Terrible, I know :-P

Monday, 29 June 2009

265.

I add everything and it shapes a great wave. I subtract everything and it shapes a deep ocean.

Thursday, 25 June 2009

264.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

263.

I had to fight back the sudden idea of a person with a heart broken being behind any door, to not ring on the first doorbell of a stranger.

Sunday, 21 June 2009

262.

I earned the right to be wrong by never hurting anybody on purpose.

Saturday, 20 June 2009

261.

Note to self: Do not accomodate to your perceptions; wait and allow your perceptions to accomodate to You.

Thursday, 18 June 2009

260.

I keep the phone number that my grandparents had. Consciously chose that. Wouldn't see the world the same if I couldn't cling to that number that is attached to my happiest memories since I exist.

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

259.

Why you think it is appreciated when you're not asked to do it?

Monday, 15 June 2009

258.

You put your face close to a leaf and you can't believe how much it moves with the same breeze that slightly touches your face. Strength is an appearance.

Sunday, 14 June 2009

257.

Only the useful will survive Judgement Day. A revelation of beauty through pain, as the last resource of nature.

256.

The wind is a breeze and the boat barely moves, but the weather is enjoyable. The wind is a storm and you drift away sheltered inside the boat.
It takes so much to master the wind, the map and the boat -the life, the world and the heart. The skin of the sailor gets older by sun and salt: looks old, wise and lively. Every sailor docks at a desired port. And tells its wise and lively tale about a little sailor and a little boat.

Wednesday, 10 June 2009

255.

Nothing's worth a wasted life.
Nothing's worth a heartbreak.
Nothing's worth a broken family.
Yet, how is it that everyone is worth a journey through hell and back?

254.

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

John Donne, from "Meditation XVII".

Tuesday, 9 June 2009

253.

Only the pure in heart can make a good soup.

Ludwig Van Beethoven.

252.

- I want to claim space to be depressed, please.
- You're not allowed. Next!

Monday, 8 June 2009

251.

I'm sad.

Sunday, 7 June 2009

250.

Many times I've assumed and tried to explain to other people the fact of my loneliness, and that it is existential loneliness. Every time it has been a natural movement of the heart on an intent to explore a fact that could be common or shared between us; and an intent to establish a connection too. It has been always done, also, as a way of not allowing any mask to cover our faces, which is a essential goal. And the results of this have always been different. The most shallow and short answer has been "I'll send you a woman to your house"; everything we say reveals something else, and conceals something else. That kind of response is just a denial, or an oversimplification, disregarding a complex fact, or it's an error in the case that the person really believes that company solves loneliness: it doesn't. It is connection what solves loneliness, and company doesn't implies connection. Ergo, existential loneliness exists, it's real, and implies personal and social responsibilities.
Sometimes it starts during childhood, feeling alone all the time no matter how many friendly people is around. Hardly one connection happens once every decade, it's a desert island of the soul.
The most deep influence I got against this notion came from a girlfriend years ago, a very educated woman who read Sartre too, not Kierkegaard but it came very far anyway; against her own education she never doubt in saying that it was "bullshit" all along, a pitiful lie, and that we build our reality, so if we feel that we are existentially lonely it's because we want to feel that way somehow. I believed it, she was a voice of knowledge and experience. It influenced for years. Unfortunately, she was wrong, in more than one way. She was right that we build our reality, but even knowing that, she was building it wrongly whenever she heard her own thoughts before anybody's first. She disrespected the bond whenever she disregarded two decades of my personal experience so fast; that was a pattern in different ways, and this happens with many people. Not believing in existential loneliness isn't enough to keep anybody away from it. She was responding to the content of books, her own beliefs, or to her own aching ego; not to the twenty years of life of the person who was with her and brought up the issue. And this happens to many people. I have the knowledge of a teenager, but act in consequence that more education doesn't implies less philistine thinking.
I've seen sort of a related pattern often: it's common that a person explodes when its heart is broken, it blames and it denies everything in the past, burn pictures, change phone number, filter e-mails, sell the house, men are pigs, women are witches (I still remember words like "If you don't love me now, you never loved me before"; wrong, my words couldn't be truer: I did; now I don't), that end reveals and conceals, everything does. It reveals that that disrespect for the bond was there most of the time before, the bond was doomed to end like that; and this happens to many people.
From all the people I've talked with, I'm the only one I know who thinks that existential loneliness exists, that it's in social growth, and that it will explode in our faces. The sign that I see every day around is the visual disrespect for the bond in the very street between two people in a relationship, and none of the two persons notice. And this happens to many people.
And there's more: there is one shared bond, and one personal reality about it that you've built to yourself by mistake. Then is when people gets crazy of jealousy and wild in their explosion: when they see a dichotomy between the notion and the reality. And this happens to many people.
If I wasn't in knowledge for so long of how existential loneliness hurts the mind, I wouldn't be able to see any of this, and sometimes wish I wouldn't see it. If you don't honour the connection you make, it's doomed to end; and the way it ends will reveal how it was while it lasted... (In fact, everything gives a hint on how it is right now at this second.) --You do honourably, or you're mostly nada. It's not the base of being a grown up?

Note to self: You do honour the bond, or if you can't do it, you respectfully leave the bond that you thought it was there. You don't allow notion and reality to see each other in the real world; construction and structure; flesh and bones should not be visible at the same time. The only place where they mix is in your mind, where you build the reality of the next moment.

Saturday, 6 June 2009

249.

I want my opportunity of an utterly heroic act.

Thursday, 4 June 2009

248.

I learn while I'm in the bus, render 3D while I cook, design on meetings, sometimes research while I'm at work, and yes, all that feels unfair for the quality of work, meetings and cook, and with the quality of design, research and 3D, but for now is improving my work and my 3D with the tension that both applies to the person; and even while the tension cables seem to rip apart the person, they are only expanding its professionalism and adaptation. A bit of pain in the back and two headaches a week are a fair price to pay.
And this is the general discovery that yesterday wasn't there: Everything is a fair price to pay. What comes to me does, because I can take it.

247.

When younger, my visions of future where a motivation; as I become older, they become a splinter under the fingernail, that don't allow me to take things here and now as I should.

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

246.

Note to self: Do not doubt, the world has more effective ways to delay you than your own.

Note to self: On a second thought; better doubt, leave the gates of Possibility wide open.