I love to draw.
I draw love.
I love to draw.
I draw love.
I overheard a conversation between a little boy and his little brother today whilst walking along the subway platform, they were holding hands.
I will let the pictures tell you this very short story.
Be ready for the new week like you are LIGHT itself.
I am insouciant.
Why settle for happy when you can be insouciant?
Stoic Lesson from Marcus Aurelius.
Things, titles, praise, adulation…
They come and they go.
Enjoy the moment.
And be ready to let go at any time.
Your eyes carry the weight of a thousand oceans
and the echo of the universe
I promise you…
That you will be happy again.
~ My Persian Poet ~
I have written these words down where I can see them everyday.
When we focus our thoughts on the past, we have two choices.
We can be grateful for what happened.
Or we can be filled with resentment, and wonder “Why me?”
When we focus our thoughts on the future, we also have two choices.
We can be filled with wonder and curiosity.
Excited to see what the future holds.
Or we can be filled with anxiety, worrying about what could go wrong.
And again, wonder, “Why me?”
When we focus our thoughts on the now, we live in the moment.
It is what it is, and we are here, in the now, and nowhere else.
To be entirely present, we look at ourselves in peace.
We stop comparing ourselves, stop feeling that we are not enough.
We have gratitude and appreciation.
Because we cannot change the past, and we cannot control the future.
Our perception is the source of all misery, and the source of peace.
Easier said than done.
Practice, practice, practice.
Our natural instinct is to avoid pain.
When we feel pain, we find ways to distract ourselves.
We suppress the feeling by scrolling through our phones, checking our messages and looking at other people's pains.
Then the pain just grows.
It builds up, it spreads like moss.
Till nothing is beautiful anymore, and our lives are but a puzzle of anxieties, dreads and unrequited love.
When people exercise they advocate "feel the pain and do it anyway".
The same goes in life.
We need to surrender.
Let it wash over us.
Feel every molecule of pain writhe through our bodies and squeeze your heart dry.
Only then will the pain begin to fade.
And you let other feelings in.
At first it is all bit numb. Then you start to feel your toes again.
And then you wriggle your feet.
And you get up.
And you start all over again.
When you open your mouth, what comes out?
Mud? Filth? Negativity?
Beautiful flowers that rise from the mud?
Generous praises and kind words?
Appreciation and thankfulness?
This stoic reminder is so simple, but so hard to do.
I like to imagine what spills from my mouth so that I do not speak words in hate, anger or frustration.
It is a daily practice that I do not often succeed at.
Sundays are tough for people who are sad.
It is the one day before the week starts again.
It is the day you feel obliged to make the most of.
It is the day when the world expects you to be happy.
And yet, it is often the saddest day of the week for you when you are sad.
Sadness need not be a black hole that swallows you and everything that goes with it.
Sadness is darkness.
All it takes is a match, a torch, or a lone star to light your way back.
I love the darkness for it shows me the stars. And the moon.
I hope this makes you smile in your darkness too, if you are having a particularly sad Sunday.