Remember, don’t rush… give yourself enough time to recover- 1 day, 1 week, 1 month , 1 year… Being hurt, loosing someone who was your partner or a family member, having a broken heart due to abandonment, loosing a job or simply falling into a whirlpool of depression caused by the pressure of modern life have one thing in common- the need of time to heal.
You are wonderful human being and even though it may not seem like it right now…life will get better as constant is only change 😊 Don’t give up and talk out loud about your feelings and emotions.
I’m here to listen.
Below are two helpful starterts which may help you to find the answer based on the thoughtful contemplation.
If you always do your best, stay active, catch the opportunities thrown at you, get up and go despite various problems , see the half-empty glass as half-full and embrace you existence being happy with most of the aspects of it then the answer is yes.
If you constantly complain, wait for better times to come, stay idle despite the world waiting for you with open arms and run away from problems instead of dealing with them then the answer is no.
The choice is yours!!! Remember we are not immortal and time flies by 😊
What if we walk in the opposite direction purposely ignoring upcoming demons.
What if we focus on things in our life that matter?
Facing the problems- yes!
Letting the problems to take over your life- no!
Life goes on and after the storm the sun comes out and it shines upon all of us 😊
Who is in control of my life?
Who is in control of my happiness?
Only I am in charge of it all as I posses something precious- something called free will. Free will gives me options and multiple choices, it allows to listen to my inner-self in order to make the right decisions. I choose peace & happiness.
What do you choose?
A little tiny dwarf keeps digging holes in the ground to bury other dwarves’ accidental poops. They poop, let her know about the fresh & smelly delivery and expect her to get rid of the turd. The tiny creature considers them to be her friends but for some strange reason they are nowhere to be seen when she has a toilet situation to be assisted with. She thinks she helps them but she doesn’t know that they take advantage of her caring nature. It’s easy to fall into the trap of exploiting dwarves.
Few years ago, I thought doing a lot for others would help me to fill my life with pisitive people. I was very wrong. I filled my life not with the happy & loving beings but preying piranhas. It took me a while to realise the cause of my misery. When I did it I knew that I needed to work on my assertiveness and self- worth. It helped. Don’t be that little miss, be assertive and look after yourself.
As I walk I breath…. but how do I breath? Am I occupied with bombarding and tormenting thoughts? Is my mind tortured and afraid of the future? Do I keep asking myself
– what if………?
Present moment is the only way of spiritual & personal freedom. What counts appears here and now. I’ve found myself so many times being calmed down and soothed by the healing power of nature. It doesn’t cost anything. It requires an effort of coming out of the crowded space in to the green/ brown/ grey sanctuary depends on the season. The healing beauty is around us it just needs to be noticed and acknowledged.
The problem with the modern world… there is no problem but a simple issue. People are surprised why there is so much negativity and cruelty around them but they are too much absorbed in their existence which consists of materialistic pleasures and technology. It’s an escape from what resides within their souls- the mighty inner- self.
Mr Mittens Von Bob has been thinking a lot. He still claims that he doesn’t know what happened to feathery bastards or Miss Chick Long Legs but he has few words to share with you all about MANGOS. Here we go…
Mr Mittens Von Bob-
‘ I had a friend – Michelle Von Smitten ( I took a photo of her against her will).
She came over to my mansion with three suspiciously looking eggs. I was puzzled and dazzled by their beauty but appalled by their stench! It was such a pungent smell. At first, I acussed Michelle of blowing off- I said- Michelle you need to stop binging on pickled eggs because they make you pop! As much as you are dear to my heart I can’t stand the whiff of rotten cabbage entering my nostrils. Her reply was- What the fuck? I’m a self- proclaimed feminist and I can do whatever I want. I’m a liberated dog lady. I did not fart… the smell of gold you are sensing comes from these beauties ( she pointed at the golden eggs). I said- These are eggs…. are they pickled?! She answered-‘ They are MANGOS’ She went to cat- kitchen cupboard and opened it. She chose the biggest knife she could ever find and cut open three stinky eggs. I can’t remember what happened next as according to her I fainted and she needed to resuscitate me with my special catnip ( herbs and tobacco fellas). Since that moment my Lovers I hate MANGOS!!!!!!!!!
Yours truly best,
Mr Mittens Von Bob