There are infinite paths we can take in life. I guess as many as people. No two will be the same. With thousands of different approaches. Language plays a crucial role. The better we talk to each other, the better the path will be. The psychological path, it is understood.
Existing is rare sometimes. It's not easy on certain occasions. Especially when everything you say is negative, sadness color.
The world is like a theater. Pure theater that some say. We write our dialogues and we act. We are all scriptwriters of our life. We all talk to each other. Without realizing it, we keep saying things to each other all the time. We are mentally writing something similar to a life script (our internal dialogue). When the script is bad you will feel bad, it will be like digging a well, getting inside and being there in the dark with people who do not want to live, who curse everything.
If your script is good you will feel better and you will be a great character (in the best sense of the word). You will make decisions, you will meet people like you. Who would want to see a play that the title was "Life sucks"? And who would want to see one that the title was "I love life"? Maybe I would go see both of them. For that of curiosity. But for sure I would stay with the one who loves life. I'd like to have that one close by. It sure gives me good vibes.
The other day a group of very serious neurons asked me: Does it seem normal to you that at your age you are not able to find a job? And besides, you haven't even achieved anything in life, haven't you?
Well, the truth is that I was suddenly heartbroken. As defeated, without strength or to respond. Yes, it was true, what had he achieved? Nothing. Although then I was thinking and I think it was not true. I have lived good things, I keep moments in my head. Memories and projects. He had managed to be happy in many moments. And what I have learned is that those resounding phrases that try to sink you should not let them do so. Whoever says it says it. Even if your most advantageous neuron tells you.
This life is not forever. Maybe we would like to be here constantly, hanging out, going around the world, meeting people, having a good time, surfing the internet ... But no. This is going to end. Sometimes we think of ourselves as immortal, somehow adjusted to our lives, immovable, attached to the world. But it is an illusion, so as not to see that we walk to death. Life is fragile. Let's not get lost in nonsense. We want to feel like a fucking mother, right? Let's take that road then, the one that leads us to that feeling.
When we are about to start a tour, it is obvious that there are starting points. It could be in the form of a question. This morning another group of neurons asked me: Do you know your passion? Your element? Do you recognize what you love to do? What do you spend hours doing without realizing it? Completely losing track of time?
This group of cells did not seem to me to have bad intentions, they made me deepen my abilities, look inside myself, investigate myself, go through a tunnel to reach the light. To the answer.
If you do not know what your passion is, which on the other hand is quite normal (understanding normal by common, because many times nobody teaches us to detect it). Not knowing that enthusiasm that fascinates you, your energy runs dry, because it goes everywhere, it spreads, because it does not have a channel. And thoughts dance and dance without music, without rhythm.
When you know the direction of your passion, it will be a party inside. Your neurons will know where to go, they will be happy to have a clear orientation, although there are always a thousand nuances. They say we have 80,000 thoughts a day, and you are the director of that mental orchestra. Imagine if you do not know where to direct them, chaos, noise, a mixer of syllables that rotate without stopping and produce uneasiness occurs. You can never control all thoughts, nor is it necessary. It only takes some of them to have direction. Let them know where they are going.
I keep the party inside, and you?
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