Pink Roses & Green Tea.

Me Alive

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:21:00 +0300

Nothing is important but life.

And for myself, I can absolutely see life nowhere but in the living. Life with a capital L is only man alive. Even a cabbage in the rain is cabbage alive. All things that are alive are amazing. And all things that are dead are subsidiary to the living. Better a live dog than a dead lion. But better a live lion than a live dog. C’est la vie!

[…]

We should ask for no absolutes, or absolute. Once and for all and for ever, let us done with the ugly imperialism of any absolute. There is no absolute good, there is nothing absolutely right. All things flow and change, and even change is not absolute. The whole is a strange assembly of apparently incongruous parts, slipping past one another.

Me, man alive, I am a very curious assembly of incongruous parts. My yea! of today is oddly different from my yea! of yesterday. My tears of tomorrow will have nothing to do with my tears of a year ago. If the one I love remains unchanged and unchanging, I shall cease to love her. It is only because she changes and startles me into change and defies my inertia, and is herself staggered in her inertia by my changing, that I can continue to love her. If she stayed put, I might as well love the pepper pot.

In all this change, I maintain a certain integrity. But woe betide me if I try to put my finger on it. If I say of myself, I am this, I am that! - then, if I stick to it, I turn into a stupid fixed thing like a lamp-post. I shall never know wherein lies my integrity, my individuality, my me. I can never know it. It is useless to talk about my ego. That only means that I have made up an idea of myself, and that I am trying to cut myself out to pattern. Which is no good.You can cut your cloth to fit your coat, but you can’t clip bits off your living body, to trim it down to your idea. True, you can put yourself into ideal corsets. But even in ideal corsets, fashions change.

[…]

We, likewise, in life have got to live, or we are nothing.

- D. H. Lawrence, Why the Novel Matters

Met this pieceofloveliness on my mails today. Love you mom &...

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:12:26 +0300

Met this pieceofloveliness on my mails today.

Love you mom & dad.

Always.

♥

"Nobody can teach me who I am. You can describe parts of me, but who I am - and what I need - is..."

Tue, 07 May 2013 19:43:11 +0300

“Nobody can teach me who I am. You can describe parts of me, but who I am - and what I need - is something I have to find out myself.”

- Chinua Achebe

Up….. & rekindled my traaaain of thoughts. In less...

Sun, 05 May 2013 07:00:32 +0300

Up…..

& rekindled my traaaain of thoughts.

In less than two weeks, fifty cent will be in my campus!

Time to leap & dance..

♥GetLucky.

On Simplicity & Happiness

Thu, 02 May 2013 07:00:33 +0300

Probably the best way to enjoy these early summer days..

What does happiness mean to you? ;)

Pause & think.

Do you think that there should be a certain definition of happiness?

Last Moonsday in Rishikesh :) our instructor wanted us to begin our journey with an intention that she specially chose for that day. She wanted us to intend for happiness since our main focus was on the stomach. She kept reminding us that our happiness should not be determined by things or people in our lives just because the fact that we are born with it. As soon as these words came from her mouth, the image of a newborn baby flashed before my closed eyes. How could the babies know the meaning of happiness?

As a child we start linking our state of wellness with objects; first a bar of chocolate is idealised (could this association of chocolate with happiness be nothing but a confectionerial myth brought forward by the huge manufacturers to make more moooney? Ponder Thrice.) and later getting high grades in school, graduation, having a nice job & getting married with love or without love. These are the little peak points in the life of an ordinary humanum genus. Hold your attention how one’s got used to linking his/her well-being with the ephemeral things. So what happens that happiness when one faces with the likelihood of losing those objects or bodies in the life?

O/ED still seems suspicious to me, who knows, with my own fabricated words & insistence on redefining words I can be the next S. Johnson of my age. [DreamStates.] To me happiness means making peace with yourself under any circumstance. The things/events mentioned above occupy a really big space in one’s life but they are only the means or.. the spies coming from Russia in matryoshka dolls that are responsible for the top floors of our happiness. And love, you’re surely not thinking of a cottage house when I talk about the floors are you? Let’s be realistic!! It’s 21st century do you not think that you deserve to have as many as floors of a skyscraper? Keep your skyscraper & take mine, too, if you wish however if your focus remains on the top floors, they can only offer a way to be happy on the surface.

And no one really cares when the base floors spread a smell of rottenness & you decide to sue me.

Egard.

I don’t deny that I sometimes associate my being happy with objects in my life. Last Thorsday I lost a huge bag of clothes on my way back to king.dorm. If you asked me to pack my “favourite” things I’d probably wouldn’t have prepared a better bag than that. All poofed. There was nothing to do as this damsel with flaws in a half-corrupted world did not even remember where she might have dropped her bag. I felt really desperate for a while then I decided to jump out of the top floor of my skyscraper and re-build the base floors with patience & acceptance.

Seemingly hard times, mate - only seemingly..

Practise becoming your own version of a metaphysical poet. Remind yourself how transitory this life could be.

Ever looked at the face of a baby while she’s asleep? All serene isn’t she?

& smiles..

She smiles only because she’s aware of the definitions/objects/bodies?

Happiness without Reason. (Say it aloud!… Can’t hear you!!!! Once more!)

If happiness is something that we’re born with, it needs to be something that we can carry wherever we want.. yes, even to the Elysian Fields.

Give yourself one of your inner smiles today.

& stay with Love,

♥

Blessings on the first day of May! Just spotted a snail on the...

Wed, 01 May 2013 19:25:14 +0300

Blessings on the first day of May!

Just spotted a snail on the rocket leaf!!

Unbelievably adorable.

"And yet women — good women — frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was..."

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 18:34:28 +0300

“And yet women — good women — frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.”

- Charles Bukowski

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 07:00:22 +0300

Sunsday Journey

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 07:00:00 +0300

Hellooo…

…. to you, the beautiful eyes before the screen. It’s already Sunsday here and I really want to go somewhere nice, how about time travelling into the past? Ah, ignore what scientists think about this issue - have they ever spotted a pink mountain on this planet? I think not sir - therefore I don’t trust them. Just give me your hand everything has been planned & organised beforehand. You can sit back, relax & forget about the seatbelts. Here we goooo…

Welcome to the 18th century London, England. Morning time yet the sky hasn’t made its peace with the daystar. I wake up a bit earlier than you to prepare the breakfast table. Despite my aquarian traits, I see me perfectly fitting the norms of the society at that time as being one domestic wench. (ha, don’t you want to know what’s like to be a woman in 18th century England?) Baked beans, boiled eggs are sitting alongside the ambrosia & nectar of my life: lentils & tahini. (must have been very hungry + doesn’t it sound like we are on the verge of having a protein boost & passing away to.. the other side? This journey has a purpose, I shall not let it end in failure!) Therefore, I threw the eggs out the window -balanced- I’m trying to portray ~~a family from, couple from~~, friends from different middle class families but with this exemplified breakfast.. let me have my freedom with this fiction.. and there you are, with puffy eyes, it seems like you’ve never had a good night sleep since you worked on those journals. You take a lukewarm sip from your tea and looks for one of those periodicals - ughh. You aren’t paying attention while I’m chitchatting about what A. wore last night & how gorgeous Z. looked in her new wig & why Mr. B decided to get a new cottage in the countryside - partly because of his new affair with miss C, is there anyone left in the town that is unaware of his being a faithful womanizer in his leisure time? As a weaker sex, I’m busying myself with the trivial topics only to give the great satirists of our time something to write about my feminine “vanity”. Still no attention paid, okaay. And you start reading one of the essays aloud: The Trial of the Petticoat by Addison on The Tatler. What did you mean?

“My pretty maid, said I, “do you own yourself to have been the inhabitant of the garment before us?” The girl I found had good sense, and told me with a smile, that notwithstanding it was her own petticoat, she should be very glad to see an example made of it; and that she wore it for no other reason, but that she had a mind to look as big and burly as other persons of her quality; that she had kept out of it as long as she could and till she began to appear little in the eyes of all her acquaintance; that if she laid it aside, people would think she was not made like other women.

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Bummmmm.

The end of our journey.

The Trial of the Petticoat as the name suggests, is a story of a young lady who could not pass from the entrance of a house & becomes a victim of the size of her petticoat & this petticoat found guilty is held for trial. At a time of simplicity, directness Addison’s satire aims to criticise the vanity of women & their tendency to follow whatever fashionable.I’ve been thinking about this topic lately & the fact that life is a cycle never ceases to surprise me. Don’t you realise that we’re gradually becoming blind followers of fashion? Even if most of us would refuse this by saying that we only wear what looks good on us, we end up getting caught by a desire the desire of shopping for BRAND/attached identity, not for the product, itself. The first time I read this essay, this excerpt deeply affected me.. This lady wears that piece of ostentation to be a part of the society & I’m often treated as a fifteen-year-old girl just because I don’t ~~have~~ wear that “twenty-one-year-old look” since we’re living in a society where keeping natural draws negative criticism. Yes, obviously someone has made a category of looks for certain ages when we’re all asleep! You may be in love with applying make-up, buying products from a certain brand, I’m quite okay with it. What causes uneasiness in me is the question: are we wearing this or buying that for our own happiness or are we really lost ourselves in the pursuit of fitting ourselves somewhere in the society? Needs vs Desire think thrice.This is not an adaptation of oneself, this is simply driven by the fear of being othered. What if you were othered? & What if I’m othered by the difference between what my ID and what my appearance say? In its basic sense, we are the pieces of the same core & our lifespans are bestowed as a gift to pave our own paths. And if we really have one life to live, why should we live it for the sake of the others?

I would not be understood, that (while I discard this monstrous invention) I am an enemy to the proper ornaments of the fair sex. On the contrary, as the hand of the nature has poured on them such a profusion of charms & graces, and sent them into the world more amiable and finished than the rest of her works; so I would have them bestow upon themselves all the additional beauties that art can supply them with, provided it does not interfere with, disguise, or pervert, those of nature.

I can hardly say that I like his choice of labels for women but this is another case for a different day.

This universal truth lying behind his work is the thing that interests me most.

Define your own way of keeping natural & stick to it.

You don’t have to be special in the eyes of the others & you don’t have prove anything to anyone.

With your Being, Breathing & Life, you are already special.

Stay with Love & Blessings.

♥

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Wed, 10 Apr 2013 07:00:36 +0300

beautiful piece of art.. Iyan de Jesus

When you are drowsy in a morning, and find a reluctance to getting out of your bed, make this reflection with yourself: ‘I must rise to discharge the duties incumbent on me as a man. And shall I do with reluctance what I was born to do, and what I came into the world to do?’ What! was I formed for no other purpose than to lie sunk in down, and indulge myself in a warm bed?’ — ‘But a warm bed is comfortable and pleasant,’ you will say. — Were you born then only to please yourself; and not for action, and the exertion of your faculties? Do you not see the very shrubs, the sparrows, the ants, the spiders, and the bees, all busied, and in their several stations cooperating to adorn the system of the universe?

And do you alone refuse to discharge the duties of man, instead of performing with alacrity the part allotted you by nature? ‘But some rest and relaxation,’ you will urge, ‘is necessary.’ — Very true; yet nature has prescribed bounds to this indulgence, as she also has to our eating and drinking. But you exceed the bounds of moderation, and what is sufficient, in this instance. Though I must confess, where business is concerned, you consult your ease, and keep within moderate limits.

- Marcus Aurelius

Excerpt from : A Private History of Everyday Happiness

Does It Really Matter?

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 07:00:00 +0300

Hello beautiful!

TimeCycles. What makes these midterm weeks approach like a roadrunner & pass like a snail? Just don’t mind my fuss, I know I’ll get out of my caterpillar state & turn into a butterfly at the end of this semester. What? at least the idea of it makes me happy.. for now.

Okay, what do you have in your store for this weekend? If you haven’t made any plan yet, well, I’m here to give you a suggestion! The last Saturn’s day, me & my friend watched the best play of our lives! Yes, the kind of play that wraps you in a living book, makes you forget everything for 180 mins of your lifespan! We all know that the flaws of a hero causes him yo fall from the wheel of fortune don’t we? So.. what about their insecurities? Have you ever heard of the story of a Frenchman & his relationship with his b i g nose? No? Then meet Cyrano de Bergerac. I highly suggest that you read the play (full of inspirations!) or watch the film adaptations (1990 & 1950 + Today realisation!! Here’s another version of the story; Roxanne) None of them gives the same satisfaction with the one performed on stage but it’s still worth your time - trust me! ;)

You can find the summary everywhere, I won’t be your SparkNotes instead I’ll approximates the scene which made this play favourite of my favourites. & To return my question about heroes having insecurities; however bold & daring Cyrano is in real life, he becomes a random humanum genus when the madness called love knocks his nose, oh, door - I meant, knocks his door (Phew, still under the influence) And the ardent poetry that adorned the play from the beginning until the end was wonderful enough to captivate us as it questioned ourselves several times.. If the Turkish version is this successful, ah, can we have a little bite of the French version?

Now, I want you to question first yourself then whoever you want to; How many us, you think, are ready to sacrifice his/her happiness for the ones s/he’s deeply in love with in today’s world? Bells ring for the honesty time; to me, we all would willingly agree to do that to some extent.. What about the thing Cyrano does for his only love, Roxanne? Roxanne is in love with Christian & she is a type of girl who, in my opinion, is one of the innovators of the saying men like what they see and women like what they hear therefore she wants to hear beautiful, passionate verses from her beau all the time - ~~bahh~~ (sidenote to myself; learn to consider things within its historical context, okaaay?) Poor Christian lacks the ~~ability~~ gift of a poet & loves her dearly. Okay, smart humanum genus; there is this love; the sparks, who do you think will turn them into flames by simply becoming a ghostwriter for Christian? (Enough.. go & read/watch the plaaay)

Is that thing a.. nose?

Let’s go back to what I’m dealing with nowadays.. At the beginning of this week I was tickled by the news of the book about the authorship of “Shakespeare” plays. I really don’t want to know why we’re trying to prove “whats” for “whos”. We have those plays that managed to survive until today & don’t let it makes you think I’m against these sorts of researches - try this; Was Shakespeare Shakespeare? - pretty interesting isn’t it? What I don’t cherish to see is that we’ve forgotten to appreciate the beauty of the things, you rarely find a new critic commenting on the verbal artistry of his plays nowadays is it just because this subject has been debated for so long and somebody finally kissed the seal of the case?

Gather around the round table, gentlefolk! The issue of the authorship isn’t a big deal when it comes to the plays by “Shakespeare”. But when I compared it with Cyrano.. Oh well, where do the pink mountains loom again? A very delicate issue on the shore, captain! Accost her gently, seamen! From a Shakespearean point of view, I’m tired of coming across new assumptions about the authorship however a few nights before I was completely enchanted by the story of a man who both silenced & flourished his only love in the letters of another man. & yes, Roxanne did appreciate the beauty of his words with her whole heart. But the all gratitude & love.. for the wrong person.

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What do you think? Does it really matter who wrote what?

Contrasting these two from different perspectives may not sound right.

What I found comical last Moon’s day made me forgot all about the state of Cyrano.

& at the end of the day, it’s good to see that I’m still learning.

♥

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Tue, 02 Apr 2013 20:00:55 +0300

Where Do the Pink Mountains Loom?

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 07:00:22 +0200

hey, love!

What’s happening?? Take a seat gentlefolk, I’m kind of busy with my new blog-flavour. Okay, today I tried something different & chose to start my entry with a definition of a certain word. I’d been pondering on this word for the last couple of days. The word, itself, sounds melodic to me & the more I ponder, the more I find myself with these raised question marks; how could someone add more pieces of serenity to his/her own life? What could one do to feel more serene? what is serenity anyway? Have we ever reached a state of mind to name a certain period of our live as serene? Why am I so focused on a simple word? Where do the pink mountains loom, by the way?

Any clue? Please, let me know.

Rolls & vanishes in the void.

While these questions riddle your mind for awhile, I’d like to introduce to you my little things - my faithful agents & also the cornerstones of my thesis statement (I’ve never made peace with this term; bad old habits) I don’t know if this is because I’m growing up - eurghh (to be honest, I don’t even want to know what this new thing/gift/awareness or whatsoever is) however, a mere thing I’m pretty sure is that the way how everything falls into its place (literal sense) for the first time of my university life. It’s all about creating a certain balance in my daily life & learning how to live with awareness (& in its zen’s sense) & practising how to turn little vibrations sent by the universe into meaningful signs. paausee, and this is the story of a little wench & how she gives a birth to lotus flower from his forehead & raise herself to the lunar sphere - the eternal bliss; happy endings! Okay, as I was pondering about whys & hows of my current state of serenity, I categorised my lovely causes into five groups. & by hoping you’re ready to meet them . . ;

The + quality of time: Gives in. I clearly remember complaining about how little time I had for blogging & later observing dramatical decrease in my posts. Who was I fooling? Spending vast deal of time on Pinterest/Twitter/Tumblr by checking & checking the same thing for.. nothing? This semester I follow a certain time schedule by giving priority to my essentials (such as blog readings, searching & then writing) After all, we can’t have that 25th hour in a day so.. I realised that this sort of living with a nice time schedule is what I lacked for three huge years.

Get spiritual & mean it!: Adieux to gymnastics class! Oh, I thought little wenches cannot make big decisions on their own. Well, I’ll take the pleasure of proving you wrong. You don’t have to take gymnastic class to feel the pressure - that competitive atmosphere - all the time. Almost all sports give a little sense of it. I knew I want something with less adrenaline yet do not want to lose either stamina or flexibility. So, I bought a plane ticket & (in)directly flew to Rishikesh!!! -dream states- Oh well, I remember our yoga instructor telling us how our bodies have been forced to expose numerous flows of emotions since our first day in this world. Thinking about the effect & burden of these emotions, I thought a sort of purgation became a must. So, I flew to Rishikesh :)

Have a little bite of your devotions: A couple of weeks ago, the author, from my childhood readings, held a conference in my university. Though my excitement disappeared with the dullness of her speech ( argh, what a big disappointment!) She got my attention with only one sentence: Have a devotion in your life! She shortly mentioned the ephemeral things our lives - the ones we love, the things we hold on to; lovers, friends, family etc. they’re all going to vanish or disappoint you but your devotion, which is writing for her, is going to keep you alive & stay with you until the end. Her sentences came to as if they were cold slaps in the midst of hot summer, however the more I thought, the more clearly I realised her way of perceiving life; her truth about this life & ended up applying it to my life.

Dead apricots & mutant strawberries: My favourite part!! Nutritions! More nutritions! This year is also the time when I started adding more veggies & herbs into my diet more than ever! As an inborn iron deficient humanum genus, every doctor I met suggested that I should eat more meat to appear l i v e l y - ugh what do they know The Way of the World?? So their precious advice caused me to feel like a moron throughout the day. I add more iron rich veggies (alligator pears, rockets & spinach, ahh green lentils; my beloved!) (mainly) in my breakfast + meals & I think it’s safe to say that I’m one proud wr.egg boiler - the other beau! early in the mornings. I guess it’s been almost a week since I gave up artificial sugar; funny how I haven’t craved for an ice cream yet. & for the first time of my life, I feel more alive & am happy to witness (+) change in my face (like detoxify itself everyday) & In the end I learned one more things; The doctors don’t even know where the pink mountains loom - don’t trust them.

Savesometimetochill!: I’ll keep saying this till I’m heard! I invite you to be honest, gentlefolk. Most of the universities follow a very boring curriculum while urging their students to be more creative during midterms as the great expectations fly through the window. Phew.. Go to university (or not) all I’m asking from you is to save some time for what you love to do in your lie. Seriously, have a fish memory enough to forget your homework & all the distress & worries for the next day, let your half-finished essay on the desk & fail all of your class & put the blame on me & acquire the pursuit of finding then murdering me as the ultimate motive of your life. Okay.. Without reaching for extremes, have something different from your main subject in university. Nowadays, I’m reading billet doux from a very famous (shh.. I’ll whisper his name later) to his lover which helps me to dive into a totally different world from what I’ve been exposed to in my classes. For a more passive way of savingsometimetochill, I turn all my activities (mostly on Sundays) into a ritual - taking a shower, moisturising body, sitting on the grass, drinking tea, even my inhales & exhales - all slowed down. Last but not the least… I guess all of the above, this point is the very one that helped me add another piece of serenity in my life.

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A whole new day, a whole new beginning.

Glitters on vernal flowers.

Let them be all yours!

♥

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 07:00:28 +0200

kittehkats: Kitty Portrait by Queen of Cats on Etsy

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 20:46:51 +0200

kittehkats:

Kitty Portrait

by Queen of Cats on Etsy

Let it Be Great!!!

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 08:30:50 +0200

Heeeeeeeey!

Oo lala.. Isn’t it Spring in the air?

*Kisses the tips of the fingers in adieu to February* here sitting & amazed at how the time processes (+knowing that next year we’ll meet again keeps my patience on a certain level) Okay, no more talking about what has been passed & gone. N o w, it’s just wonderful to see how the nature revives itself with high temperatures, pink blossoms & of course, moody cats..

In the midst of all of these changes, me & my friend were discussing about how this English department changed our lives. The pros might weigh a bit heavier (as we’re still in the same department) but our main focus was on ~~the cons~~. Aren’t we so harmonious with the bright sun in the sky?

My friend drew my attention how this department metamorphosed us into little extra-critical & over-analytical humanum genus. Well, it so true that our tastes in everything & anything have changed a lot since the beginning and if you asked about the qualities stated above to one of my professors they’d probably nod & make a rather long speech fulled of nice affirmations. Blahh. Everything in moderation my dearest - funny how Jonson’s Humorism seems applicable to many things in life. These two qualities might be the top priorities in today’s great thinkers (& this deeep conversation with my friend also got me thinking about Eckhart Tolle. His lovely face probably has never met the one of English lit. students, seriously, imagine him writing a book for us - Les Misérables, no reference to the novel) First we stopped enjoying watching films, then became extra picky about the songs, lyrics (that was the point that I started listening to instrumentals!) and our doom reached its peak when old compliments started to sound too.. cheesy. During our time together, my friend also confessed that she analysed the guy that she had a great liking for a long time, as introduction, body & conclusion. Moreover, I found myself taking notes while watching a c o m e d y film in the last semester holiday. Comeeedy! You’re supposed to sit your bum, take some tea, eat some nuts & laugh till your belly hurts!! Ugh.

So… that’s story of my life time when I decided to retire due to my young age & old experiences. Okay, jokes. That’s actually how I decided to make a little list of what makes me happy. Since my whole entry might make you think “she’s lost all interest in life.. on the verge of suicidee” I’d been writing a few things down in these last couple of days. Just whisper me that you’re ready!!

the first hair of my handmade grassman ●๑● making up funny stories about someone I don’t know on the bus ●๑● the pink flowers bloomed with false spring ●๑● the view from the window at my new yoga class ●๑● falling into a doze while playing ♥ on my way back to king.dorm ●๑● fat campus kittens ●๑● early morning walks in the nature - highly recommended; the time when everything’s so serene ●๑● the (half) neat look on my dorm closet ●๑● air bubbles ●๑● flirting with Shakespearean words ●๑● Turquoise ●๑● the fact that campus cafes for best places for exchanging glances ●๑● pear slices & honey nut granolas (& with tahini!) ●๑● no twitter, mails, tv.. sparing my first hour in the morning for exercising/writing/drinking my tea + ♥ ●๑● how the pink glitters of my eyeshadow fly in the air ●๑● this blog + ♥ ●๑● the moment I found my Monroe bookmark in the depths of my bed ●๑● & the change I (deliberately) forgot in my pockets ●๑● the vastness of this universe (imagine things once we begin to teleport) ●๑● the smell of grapefruit + pineapple tea in the morning ●๑● this lady ♥ that I can give all my peanutb jars for ●๑● the fact that I’m still breathing..

I just wanted this list to be simple & explicit.. not perfect. So I just wrote daily & randomly. But there’s another story behind this list. It might sound as if I carried my little pumpkin carriage everywhere I went while I in fact did not. Of course I had bad days; the times when negative things in my life could even double the number of things in the list above. I just didn’t let myself stress/get upset over those things & simply focused on making my list (up to you to decide whether it worked or not)

To me, the things make us unhappy in life have many things in common with Donne’s poem about Death. Aren’t they so “proud, mighty & dreadful” only when we let them be? But imagine how magic will work when we truly accept them as they are by believing that they are here for a purpose; the right balance in our lives. Just like the last two lines in the poem; when we believe that they are a part rather than a main focus of the harmony.. they will no longer be what we used to call them ;)

Spring & flowers & the smell of freshness..

All waiting for you outside.

Take your soul nourishment for China..or India.. or Kyoto..

& Breathe it all in!

♥

"There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so."

Wed, 13 Mar 2013 21:48:41 +0200

“There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.”

- Shakespeare

noyork: “ease your mind” blu &...

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 19:13:06 +0200

noyork:

“ease your mind”

blu & exile

*thefavouriteofmyfavourites.

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 20:15:00 +0200

Haven’t you met Steve Cutts yet? No problems, it’s...

Tue, 05 Mar 2013 19:13:45 +0200

Haven’t you met Steve Cutts yet?

No problems, it’s been only a couple of days since I was introduced his works of art. To be honest, I’ve always had a great liking for the illustrations in general but among his pieces, this video caught my attention.

This must be one of those videos that takes pleasure in leaving audience’s mind restless with innumerable question marks in the air. While watching I found myself constantly questioning the real purpose of human beings on this planet & asking whether the point, so called civilization (where you can witness in the middle of video) requires such abuse of nature - or should I say exploitation of nature?- No apologies for the tone of this entry / the words I chose to use here as I’m extremely sensitive about the environmental issues. Are you familiar with the saying; we are what we eat & drink? Okay.. & now I’d like to ask you humanum genus, o yes the smartest creature on earth! My precious! How can you call yourself a HUMAN BEING since what you eat/drink is provided by the nature? What privileges do you think you have? What/who gives you the right to treat where you breathe so badly? & nowadays what you eat has become nothing but chunks of chemicals what do you expect to become at the end of the day? New powerpuff girls? who are slowly preparing the end rather than SAVE THE WORLD?

Guess we are all confused. We all act as if we were sure of what belongs to us yet not sure of what we really belong to. As a result of this confusion some things go unnoticed in our lives; in the end we becomes extra blind to the beauty of the environment.

My words consumed all the ink and for the rest of the story the video says enough. I hope it will help you see some things better & don’t forget to remember: right this second, this planet is the only place where you can live, enjoy, love & get happy.

♥