A Little Something About Happiness

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A way of living, that is what happiness is. It is not that shiny happy place you need to reach to actually experience happiness.

Happiness it is taking a moment to recognize that you are enough.

That you are grateful for everything you have and have experienced so far.

It’s that sense of being content with who you are and what you have.

It’s the way you chose to see and face whatever happens to you.

It’s being able to enjoy every strawberry (or chocolate or whatever you like) every time you come across one no matter the “weather”.

It’s dancing in the rain and running under the burning sun.

It’s keeping your serenity having a ride in the dark side of the moon.

And your eyes and heart opened to welcome and embrace all your experiences.

Learn from them.

And let them go.

Them and anything else.

It’s letting your life flows.

And go along with.

Breathe in. And out. All the way through.

It’s being you.

Self-caring for your self.

Being kind to others.

Being empathic. Compassionate.

It’s understanding what tolerance really means.

It’s being surrounded by people you love and appreciate every moment of it.

And letting them know, feel this love and appreciation.

It’s being able to understand (and enjoy) the fact that life has its ups and downs, its beautiful and ugly days and you can’t and shouldn’t park your truck in just one station. This is part of what life is all about. And will ever be.

It’s being Okay even when you are not Okay.

Okay?๐Ÿ˜‰๐ŸŒธ

Clearing Out Those Cloudy Days

It has been a while since my last post here and I would love to say this was because my life at this side of the computer screen was pretty busy and exciting. But it wasn’t the case. I was just going through one of those moments when there is this gray cloud above your head surrounding you everywhere you go. Those moments when every little thing you do seems to be wrong or not working. Not the beast place to be, but hey, it is part of being alive. It happens as much as s**t happens. And all we can do is try to make a good sense out of it. Try to learn something or THAT thing that made you go through this.

Breathe. Deep. In and out. All the way through.

Meditate.

Practice some thing spiritual. In my case Kundalini.

Dig deep in.

Pray.

Be opened to listen to yourself.

And embrace whatever it comes.

It also helps to face it with a sense of humour.

Or a sense of adventure.

Because it is an adventure. To the other side. To the shadow-ish side.

A side that is also a part of who we are, even if we don’t want it to be. Really hard.

And if this is the case I have got news for you: this is THE thing that is keeping you stuck. THE thing that probably is sabotaging all your attempts to live a full life, to be you and feel you. To accomplish THAT thing you are so desperately wants.

Don’t fight that part of who you are. You don’t want him/her as your enemy.

Instead, welcome.

Embrace.

Show compassion.

Love even.

Hug honestly.

Or at least let him/her talk and listen.

Be there.

Sometimes that is all she/he/they want.

And if it’s not, being there, opened to listen to a honest answer will get you to figure out what you need to do to move on. ๐Ÿ˜‰๐ŸŒธ

Although deep in my heart I know this is so true, also deeper in there somewheret I am still waiting for that person to do this trick.

I know: stupid me. But I can’t help thinking that this would be soooooo much easier (right?) and magical (maybe?) than figuring out all by myself. Yep, I am lazy. And currently tired. Of failing. Of being stuck. Of never getting there.

But still, in spite of it all, I can sense that sparkle in me that doesn’t let me give up. Ever. Even if nobody else is coming for the rescue. I know I am enough. And that person I see in the mirror every single day will get there. Eventually.

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Age Is Not Just A Number

Age is THE number.

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The number of years we have lived so far, we have experienced life.

The number of years we have learned, grown…

The number of years we had to meet people, know different places, different cultures, read, write, study, rest, exist.

And this is a major deal… A major number.

The praising number not a sorry number. We all should own it.

Celebrate it.

Cherish it.

Be proud of it.

After all, we are here, alive, breathing and kicking…

And ready to add more blooming years to this age number.