How long will it take?

We are sitting on the bench, staring at the emptiness that fills the world.

I dare to ask a question that I know I shouldn't, but can't refrain - when will it be enough?

And there it comes the answer, sharp, straight, merciless:

Have you ever watch humans grow?

It takes them a life time to master the most important, yet basic, principles.  

It takes around 9 months to develop their initial version, one that is far from being able to survive on its own.

Have you ever seen how many years does it take, to any given human, to develop the ability to provide their own food and shelter? - and unsurprisingly enough it takes them longer as we speak.

Do you think 1 year is enough? - go out on the quest to find a toddler that with only 1 year is able to talk fluently.

Do you think then 10 years is enough? - recruit all those kids that can hunt&harvest by themselves at that age

But what am I saying?, if this is something you've already experienced.

It will only take few minutes to ask your mom how long it took you to be half as independent as you are today. 

Or simply ask yourself how many time did you have to repeat the same habit before it stuck with you.

In any case, if that question has to be answer, this will be it best matching pair:

It will be enough the day you have master that quest and the next repetition will be meaningless. How much time will it take is an irrelevant question. We've lost perspective on how long things take, because we don't see trees grow and turtles age that ever so often.

The question was answered, the silence was filled and the silliness released in to the void.
This mere act transformed into a higher form of energy.

I smile, because I know this is the answer I tend to forget.

V. 

We are the owners!

We are the owner of our thoughts!

We all tend to think we are not, 
How can we be? - we ask

Let me show you an example:

It doesn't matter how much love you show to a jealous partner, they would always question your love.
Because the lens they would use, is one that doubts they are worth of love...

But, shhh,
Don't dare to tell them.
Recognizing one believes one isn't worthy is a painful moment.



Have you ever washed away a thought?
Saying - you know what? Forget it 

I'm sure we all did and would do it, with  plenty of thoughts.

The question then is:
Why does it seem we don't own all our thoughts?

Simple!

Those that seems to be out of our reach are running in our build in highway - they go fast over the known and pre-rehearsed route, mostly before we can grasp them.

Ah! but that doesn't mean we are not the owner

They still are our thoughts and we can choose to have others.

In order to grasp those, we have to develop consciousness. We need to stay alert, like in a hunting game:

Here it comes! 
catch it, catch it 
quicklyyyy

...

Oohh is gone again...


The more we play, the better we become. 
Once we catch them, as the owners, we can decide if they stay or they go.

We are the owner of our thoughts and have the ability to change them...

Sorry thought, you are out of the game today


V.

Love letter to myself

Dear me,

I write this letter to express my gratitude, apologies and congratulate me on my actions.

Thanks!
For kindly putting up with myself
on those moments when I couldn't trust my abilities,
reminding me that I'm capable and helping me go through.

For listening
to those reckless made up stories, that I tend to pull out,
and even those crazy inconsistent thoughts that I keep bringing in and dumping out,
always with an open and friendly mind set.

Apologies!
For bringing painful situations,
sometimes I think they are needed, others are simply consequence I didn't foresee.

For getting on the way
of brilliant ideas, without a clear explanation.
and then making up excuses - too tired, too difficult, not for me, not right, not true, etc

Congratulations!
For moving forward on adverse time
without giving up even when you could easily have done so.

For being courageous
to try new things and discover new horizons,
mainly on those occasion when fear and/or uncertainty are trying to take over.


Let me just close this letter with one last thought:
I love myself!
and if I forget about it on the way, don't worry, just read the line below.

I'M A WONDERFUL AND EXTRAORDINARY BEING*!

V.

* whether I believe it or not

The bubble

Boundaries...

The blurry illusion our mind needs in order to be able to define things:

Me -you, 

There - here

This - that,

Possible - impossible

We believe everything has an end:

Our skin is the ultimate layer of us

The soil ends where the sea begins

Countries finishes on their borders

But actually everything is a constant flow:

The air recognize no borders and moves freely 

Underneath the sea there are undiscovered continent where a different type of live reside

We spread ourselves around on every breath - giving away pieces of our genes

 

Have you ever noticed that when you touch the bubble's boundary it vanishes?

Our limits are just a mere illusion that should be set to be a goal 

Because once we reach them they transform

If you believe you can't - you won't be able

But if try to see if you can't, soon would you discover an ability within you

Defy them! 

Over and over again 

Because those limits are your bubble: once you touch it, they disappear.

V.

Image source: http://technode.com/2011/06/19/chinese-internet-bubble-burst/

Challenge

There is a me
There is an us
There is a time and a space
There is a challenge.

The challenge of embracing the waves that will hit my shore.

How do I stand when the wind blows?- was the her question

I don't stand... I shake! - was my initial thought - I shake like the leaf in the wind...

How else could I answer such question?
if I'm constantly faced against my own true, if every step I make needs to be my decision. Doubts know my address and knock on my door regularly.

I shake... I tremble from the core.

With time, I have realized that this shake will produce the following changes:
1.Some things won't fit me as before - I'll have to leave them behind

2. New things will arrive - I'll need to invest time understanding them

3. My reference's points will fade away - I'll have to calmly tolerate incertitude

4. My truth will expand as it weakens - I'll need to remember this.


I don't stand. I Shake. I become a new me that goes through a funnel and change on the way.

I'm like the tree at wind's mercy: It shakes with the wind. If storms come, it will bend. The tree knows it will renew. I instead fear my core will disappear. What a fool!

My answer:
Shaking, while holding to my root. Failing and winning, but undoubtedly growing and trying one more time... That's how I stand.

V.