Looking at the other side

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I am a self-proclaimed pessimist. Yet, I manage to see and tell you, on every situation, something I like.

You are a self-proclaimed optimist. Yet, you manage to see and tell me, on every situation, something you dislike.

We have our differences, no doubt about it.

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Failing at something that should not have happened in the first place is not a disgrace, but a blessing.

However, when the failure occurs, it is extremely difficult to realize it.

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Long the trip, dark the road. Alone.

Cold night, rains outside. Doubt no more.

Timeless time, Spaceless space. This is it.

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I'm still mulling over what she said that day: “we are in the now, but not in the here”. Then, added: “and that's a good thing”

Sometimes she talks in mysterious ways. She is definitely a mystery to me, that's part of her charm.

She can transform blue into pink.

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I've never been too fond of managers and their managerial work. The mere concept of “managing” people make no sense to me.

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Time, a perpetual forward motion, a continuous becoming.

Memories, those mental constructs that somehow pull us backward.

Where does the arrow of time point when we are thinking about the past?

No matter where our mind dwells, we are making choices, consciously or not, life-changing or irrelevant. Is it possible to know a priori the relevance of each decision?

And, What happens when we choose? Does a parallel universe spawn?

Or maybe, just maybe, we live in a deterministic universe whilst fooling ourselves with the illusion of free will.

Perhaps time is not a line, but a circle.

Thus, if causality holds, a hurricane that will occur on the other side of the ocean is causing the butterfly's movement in my garden as I write this.

And your reading is causing my writing as well.

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(Taken from an old blog, edited and re-published)

I need silence to clarify my thoughts, vast empty space to shake out this overwhelmingness.

Quiet moments where nobody sees me, and nobody leaves. A metaphysical vacuity to empty my head from useless thoughts ... and to walk, just walk the path to nowhere.

Do I want to be alone, or is it solitude what I'm looking for?

“Loneliness is an unpleasant emotional response to perceived isolation. Loneliness is also described as social pain—a psychological mechanism which motivates individuals to seek social connections. It is often associated with an unwanted lack of connection and intimacy.” [1]

“A distinction has been made between solitude and loneliness. In this sense, these two words refer, respectively, to the joy and the pain of being alone.” [2]

“emotional response to perceived _____”.

No matter how many times we deny it, our emotional suffering always comes from a perception, and our response.

There is an old Buddhist saying: “Pain is unavoidable. Suffering is optional”. Solitude should be loneliness without suffering, sometimes painful, sometimes not.

Stories about the great Korean Seon masters living up in the mountains had come to mind. They were never alone; trees, rivers, rocks, and the moon were among them. The solitary, joyful life.

I crave some solitude, but I don't want to be alone. Trees, flowers, and rocks ... sitting in silence should be enough.

[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loneliness [2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solitude

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