Luck is, and always has been, a matter of perspective. Represented by unlucky numbers or weird habits and superstitions badLUCK has nevertheless the word luck in it.
How many of you ever wondered why that is as it is? It might be from the limited creativity of the people who have invented this word of from the fact that badluck comes as an apparent lack of luck or from the wrong type of luck.
I once read a prayer that was resuming the idea that we sometimes ask from God not what we need but what we want, and we get upset when the result is not what we asked for and therefore miss the meaning of the experience itself by complaining.
Yesterday I had some sort of badluck but I’m sure it’s only the angle that makes it look bad. So I have now decided to switch angles and not moan about the whole of yesterday.
„Reality” can easily slide in your mind and insert there the idea of truth. School teaches you that universe has certain absolute truths, that there are axioms and irrefutable statements.
Growing up with all these you stop wondering at a certain point, you shut down your curiosity and limit your creativity until you reach the point where you are told that questions are the key to knowledge and there is nothing that multiple perspectives can’t change or solve.
At the time I’m writing this I’m watching the bubbles from my glass of beer climbing upwards. I might just as well be the only (sober) person contemplating alcohol in order to think about truths. After all, I am having a beer…
I find believing , simply believing, a very hard thing to do. I can believe in people, in feelings, in emotions…however vague believes are too hard to grasp for me. But everything proves itself to be vague in the end and the whole reality is nothing more but a bunch of negotiable truths.
Because they work pretty much like this:
1) first, we give up a bit on what we believe to be real in order to reach a common ground;
2) secondly, we push people around to accept or to come to the same meaning for „reality” as we did, so that we wouldn’t need to doubt our own choices;
3) the third step consists in setting so often middle lines, and common truth grounds that we can never know what was real in the beginning;
4) last step is simple and painful: the attempt to remember who you are/ were!
Some things are not negotiable and that is why I dare to believe what I say, to respect what I think and express my appreciation towards what I like. World is a manipulative playground but my mind can just as well do its best in throwing the ball back, out of my court.
Signs of doubt will always be simple rocks on a pathway. If you keep looking at the sometimes in your life you might end up tripping on something that was never meant or capable of endangering your goal.
I truly believe we are born to learn a set of lessons and to make a difference. Also, I believe we are born to accomplish something…and unless you will try find out what that something is you haven’t outlived …your life. The small things that grow in time, the big things that become smaller in time…the small things that stay small but matter or the big things that will be big forever: all these last longer that we do.
It might sound childish but I am a fan of the fortune cookies on Facebook. Why? Because I’m in a transition period from one life stile to another, from one life approach to another…from something to „a something else”. And every time I open one it strikes me: there are so many wiser things I could be doing than worrying…
Today’s fortune cookie say: „Sometimes the object of the journey is not the end, but the journey itself.”
So that might be my journey and I’m planning to make a difference.
” You were born together,
and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea
between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”