An Exercise on Floccinaucinihilipilification

When I regress back a lustrum, the sweetening age of eighteen and its cloying consequences drools over my chemical heart, rendering my mind to prepare words for the launch. The reminiscence happens in the usual thinking station or my bedroom and the cold, springy day is hustling hard to turn this into a darg. There are purportedly two main characters and they are siblings (yes, your thought ran it right). Ladies and gentlemen, I declare that the prologue has now come to an end.

Part One: Aberration and Turbulence

The bright side of me was always engaged in an imaginary fight with my real self to encounter that little elf who incessantly sends negative signals to my brain which triggers the counter thought division, apparently emptying my dopamine bucket to fuel the tardy me. A day is over, and I am thrown onto a repeat mode. For over an accountable period, this was a steady process, and my life felt like a burden that decelerates the rotation of the earth. I always wonder, if mother earth had to discharge, the initial release would be my worthless embodiment. Even, sometimes I think my entire life would be an exercise on floccinaucinihilipilification.

Like every living, thriving and seeking being, my mind, though forlorn strike up some reasonable thoughts at times to validate the veracity of life and its existence. Some of those unhinged thinking merge onto rogue conclusions such as diving into the frozen lake to experience brain freeze, therefore the end (the maze of thinking gets more fun if ethyl alcohol takes over the driving seat).

But after every errant state of chaos, the obviousness of order takes shape. And that wave of sequential organization gave my life a new unprecedented boner. The rise was rapid, and the change was entirely influenced by my sister, the real hero with a methodic, brash character. Kudos to you, baby girl.

Part Two: Override and Reactivation

The sustained chemical release of comfort and happiness has now begun to recede. I know something was off about my cognition; the recurrent interference was the emergence of new thinking and new doing. I started to break down everything into tiny scatters of possibility so that I could self-question, analyze and jump-start those rusty ideas lying stagnant inside my head.

The search for inspiration was constant and maddening. Some days were nasty, and some were worse. After days of delving, the spark of realization shook my mind. The very needed motivation was growing busy in the proximity of my search. She, my little sister, was a talent house in excavating the varying, profound elements in the world of digital art and hand sketches. She was truly gifted to the pinnacle point where my existence proved to be a conundrum.

I was amazed at her very style of reckoning and diluting complexity into consumable portions, which inevitably turns out into an impressive artform. More praise aside, kindly allow me to instill your receptors with her concoction.

If you’d like to check out more of her works, feel free to join the stalk army of the curious ones and head on to @_recreator_07_.

After watching her dedication and effort put into these marvelous works, I found myself intrigued in those little confabulations, which helped me in broadening my perception and casting light in understanding the true meaning of the powerful word, ‘growth’.

Now that I’ve found out the reason to feel creatively fulfilled, I asked her to share her method on how to introduce arrangement and clarity in life, so that I could tunnel my thoughts to concentrate on things I deem doable.

She was happy to help an influenced brother and gladly unshelled her organizational secrets that shall be twinned into the following.

Secret 01 of 02: The Beginner’s Guide

The primal change must start from the room. Declutter is the key. As my work schedule and leisure schedule decussate at times, the time to quarry on other quality things is minimal (I know what you’re thinking now, you devil!). The word blame was invented to bank it on things you hesitated to execute.

But I never ceased to try, and I found a way to do it. Every day after I woke up, the bed was made in a beautiful manner that if my mother gets to witness it, a rush of trembled confusedness catalyzes to trip her mind.

Arranging the table where my computer, dusty books and a heap of LCBO receipts (well, the abbreviation stands for Liquor Control Board of Ontario and those drunken mental joyrides with hard-hitting music feels jolly good) spread out was the second fundamental part in the lengthy process of change.

After accomplishing just these two tasks in a tidy way, I was able to feel my mind rumble in rapture. The fall and retreat of the frigid winter air was a boost to my new endeavors. I was even glad and thrilled to experience the warmth and freshness of the blooming spring which had its vibrant reflection in my chores (well, that’s a fact, jack!).

Next, I was told to dust off my old relaxation instrument and enter the relearn phase as part of the process. I used to play violin as a kid and the activity saw its fade when teenage life met his adult friend. The first couple months of befriending were tough. I trusted the process and began exhibiting serious improvement. Adding the element of love was the crux of the idea.

Secret 02 of 02: Waving Sayonara

Welcome to the moment when I realized that I’m trapped in an emotionally challenging predicament. The second life hack to an improved and fine lifestyle was saying goodbye to eating meat. I was undoubtedly sure that this change would never persist neither I could spectate a trial period of at least a week.

But my sister was generous enough to explain how this could be done and pull off that intimidating mission with flying colors. Meditation is the key. Immersing ourselves in a deep, pensive state where all the wandering thoughts consolidate to oneness is the lead point.

Both these tasks take time and effort. To achieve the latter, the prior must be mastered. First, I tried searching for the perfect time of the day to meditate, and without much work, I set the reminder at six in the evening every day. I saw myself getting truly determined and contained in the succeeding sessions, thereby slaying the frivolous elf living inside of me.

At this point, I had almost ruled out the negative forces that resisted me from being a Panglossian (at least a tiny one). During the process, I had seen myself imprisoned in situations similar to a Catch-22, multiple times. But I embraced endurance and stuck to my timetable without looking back, until I approached fruition.

Gradually, the craziness towards eating junk food and meat products started to fall low. I reduced meat intake in the primary stage by consuming poultry or seafood once in every three days (never fancied red meat). The shopping for true colors (by the bye, bell peppers are really an unreal invention, and mother earth never ceases to astound the mankind) rather than processed food enhanced my mental and physical health state, ergo my bank account.

Part Three: The Flow State

All these demanding, albeit worthy acts of good deed for self-uplifting and marshaling things gave my life a significant power-up, and I have never been happier and more copacetic. Some people might value the purpose of what I’ve accomplished equivalent to zilch, but perseverance always backed my process whenever the evil forces of succumbence took shape.

I’m deeply indebted and grateful to my adorable sister for lending ears to a slacker’s quandary, where she developed certain strategies that she believed would bring in a visible change. Even though, it took time and broke sweat, it was her face that expressed much elation than me at my unthinkable transformation.

The so-called process took almost six months for it to call as a ‘change’. It all began mid-October of the desperate year of 2020 and lasted until the smiling spring arrived, where all my set ambitions blossomed alongside the radiant flowers.

Now that I have a healthy vegetarian diet with strict orders from my head not to eat out, and my cooking skills in progression mode, I’m confident enough to strongly endorse my switch and what I’ve attained thus far to the aspirers of vegetarianism.

The decision to re-introduce violin to my life was the boldest one that I’ve ever taken so far. I play it now and then and has been the best companion in every state of mood.

I’m abundantly thrilled for the days to come, that I’m sure will unbox new journeys which I would unhesitatingly embark on, to look forward on to some exciting spring forward experiments.

THE END

Hey there, thanks for spending the precious time of your day digging my change. Show some love by popping the symbol of love if you enjoyed what you’ve read. Well, 50% of all tips, if received any, would be gifted to my kind sister for her generosity and you know…

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Alright folks, that’s me waving sayonara.

Thanks, and have a Rock-and-Roll day! Till words blend us in.

-ILAN