Silence speaks...

"Sometimes silence speaks louder than words"
-The Puppet Master


As soon as you walk away having finished your conversation you look at your mobile phone to text and answer emails. Then you get in the car, make a phone call and engage in conversation. Immediately after being done (if not before) you turn the radio on. Honk the horn at someone else in perhaps the mildest form of road rage. You reach your destination and, after asked to wait for a brief few minutes, you sit down checking your phone again, or playing with an app.

We make time for everything. This way keep our brains active while our minds race. Racing in this road to nowhere, because it all ends one day...

Part of the reason why many seek Adderal, Ritalin, yoga, drugs, alcohol, you name it, is because we don't just suffer from stress, but we actively give stress the rope to hang us by the neck. Filled with this inner turmoil caused by ourselves we end up sabotaging our own happiness.

When was the last time you took five minutes, just five short minutes of your day to sit in silence, solitude, and listen to yourself without opening your mouth. Listen to the world, let your brainwaves lap the shore of your very essence and become not 'one with the universe' but one with yourself, with your inner universe.

This is not about energy, chakras, religion or auras, spells, yoga, tarot, horoscopes or reiki. This is about you giving yourself time to be at peace, in the quiescence of being with yourself.

Lesson learned: Before spending money on seeking answers, listen for them.

Clay jar...

"You don't die of a broken heart, you only wish you did.”
-Marilyn Peterson

The loud cracking sound echoes through the empty shell of a room once called a heart. Thousands of shards fly in every direction, some close enough...some small and far away...some never to be seen again... A few would indiscriminately pierce your skin and remind you of the vase that was, of the masterpiece that fell.

Now it is up to each and every one of us to decide how to act and what to see. A broken vase is not a vase, at least not the same. It can't hold water any longer. Regardless of the time spent collecting each broken piece to try and put it all together, if looked at closely, you'll see the cracks and missing pieces.
Fools play and juggle with fragile pieces, and the same fools desperately try to fix them once their idiocy has dropped the vase that now lies cracked. Let them pick up the shards if they want. Let their hands be wounded in their fruitless pursuit, for only a greater fool can think he can teach a fool.

Lesson learned: A broken clay jar, is not the same jar it was before, and it can never be. It cannot hold the water it once did, but it can certainly be displayed in that museum of our mind for us to remember precious things should not be handled by clumsy fools.