The more things I went through, the more I convinced myself that there is something true in this quote from a book I recently read. The quote is "pain is pleasure". Why is it that when I lead a daily life, everything is average-statistically good, I feel empty and meaningless? Because I prefer up-down-up-down. It's more meaningful and interesting that way.
I have to accept that the phone is just a material thing. Let's imagine how I treat it as such. Since when did I not leave it in the cupboard because I won't need it anytime soon? Phones have become such a part of our daily lives, they have fooled us so much that they are the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night. When will we realize that they are not reality? Will I be able to realize it at all?
I have to train myself not to be influenced by my relationships with people and people's moods.
I need to stop wandering through the past and wander into the future. That's the only way I'll find balance in the present.
I have to start setting clear boundaries and cutting the one who doesn't respect them.
I have to learn to be independent.
And determined.
Don't be afraid of mistakes.
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Black Belt Barbie
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli3 days ago in Poets
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I loved this so much!!! Especially this: "I have to train myself not to be influenced by my relationships with people and people's moods." So true!