Anxious mind wonders and never stops. It’s up to me how I treat it and how I approach it. I tend to get annoyed at the fact that I always worry too much. I overanalyse different happenings in my life. I let my thoughts be and I block them from affecting my life as much as I can.
‘Allow me to rest and relax, I will get back to you when I’m ready.My soul needs to recuperate from existence. ‘ – said the wise cat…
Let your inner beauty shine through despite criticism of others. You are in charge of your life not them 😊
Wisdom comes from ones experiences and humbleness.
Bonnie said-” Girl, don’t give up, look for a new and challenging role which will stimulate your brain cells and help you to climb up the career ladder. Surely, you will meet few TIME WASTERS who will take your precious time to interview you, tell you how competent you are and then choose someone else who may want less wage or simply posses more skills than you together with being more qualified. You are unique, skilled, experienced and qualified yourself. Let your uniqueness shine and allow time for the right employer to notice it. You deserve the best.
The nature can improve our mood instantly and effortlessly leaving us being grateful and feeling happy.
Bonnie sensed me worrying about work and told me in a polite way:
-” Girl keep your guts together and stop thinking about work and a toxic creature in there. She is sad and selfish. Remember people who try to influence you in a negative way are often unhappy with themselves so they try to transfer their negative energy on to you. Don’t let them win, know your rights, live your life and enjoy the sunshine! Wufff, wuff” 😁😊😁😊
Wisdom doesn’t come with age but with experiences. An old person can be foolish, dopey & bitter like a rusty metal bucket with a missing bottom and a fairly young human being with a humongous luggage of life experiences might appear as a creature who doesn’t go in to the idle state of existential hibernation but instead uses it as a guidance for a fulfilling journey in the present moment.
I walk on the path of life. I take every step mindfully and with grace occasionally tripping over rocks left by morons. I admire surrounding me picture. I wonder if it’s real or if it’s just my own perception. As I take every step I think deeply about
and the future.
I analyse every minute of my life. My mind produces vivid images adding its own photographs of assumption and imagination. I stop it. I choose to reminisce about what happened picking up good memories. I reject fortune- telling. I focus on the present moment letting the universe to embrace me and rock me in its arms.
“We have to walk in a way that we only print peace and serenity on the Earth. Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.”
Thich Nhat Hanh
The wine made of fermented grapes with a note of decadence tastes good with a bittersweet chunk of ice cold sorrow. I’m sipping the elixir of sadness while sitting at the oblong charcoal table waiting for the purple skulls to arrive. Purple skulls have one decaying body and 6 heads multiplying by 666. Each of them represents a painful experience and chaos, there is one head among them sticking out bravely, it’s made of a crimson crystal clear material which was dug from the deepest reachable point of the earth therefore it is indestructible. The skull in the middle holds all the positivity and decent memories which has taken place while stomping on the ground. An optimist would say- the unstained beauty of life. I stand up impatiently waiting for my friend to arrive, bored, I reach for a knife and tear into pieces holy books I have been collecting over the years in my strenuous attempt to find a golden key to happiness. They belong to multiple flocks. I tear them apart, shredding them into thin rumpled pieces, I do in a rush to save myself more time to enjoy the last moments of self- pity before the arrival of my dear friend. I hear repetitive knocking at the massive metal door of my ivory suffocated grey concrete shed in the middle of the forest which never has been found or discovered. There are trees, bushes and overgrown weed in the meadow, my so called temple is in the middle of the swamp, so it’s well protected and separated from the rest of the area. I rush to open the door, the force radiating from the skulls hits me, I can’t comprehend it as its of unknown source but I fully embrace it. I leave my concrete shelter and occasionally appear among other human beings with my wisdom made of pieces of life experiences.