I love the world; this new world where my voice is promised to be heard and where my heart does not have to go through the tunnels of deceiving in order to survive the censured reality of outside world.
I can finally breathe and speak my mind.
I can navigate my life the way I want and enjoy the fruits of the choices that were purely made by me.
I can be honest and I can be fearless.
No more silent compassion anymore!
No more lies.
Now, in this new world, I have the rights to express my opinion and pursue my visions.
As long as my freedom does not take away the freedom of others, I am free.
Or so I thought.
Living in a box with a beautiful view of a promise
If there was a conversation before the life on earth was created, I would imagine it be like that.
Nothing is perfect.
Beauty has become a target for wars of objective opinions.
The lenses through which we look at the world got blurry by marketing tricks, fashion trends and other social media propaganda.
Yet, more and more people learn to see uniqueness within imperfections and though slowly we seem to be opening our hearts to the different beauty of appearances, there are other aspects of life that seem to get all the extra weight from that.
When the path of self-fulfillment gets slippery
What is life for if not for the fulfilment of one’s hopes and ambitions.
Those are the movers to the best part of living which is action.
Standard formula of making a decision is quite simple: it relies on such mental processes as reason, biases, memories, and emotions.
Your past experience, psychological boundaries, insecurities, and intentions are the gears with which you weight the benefits and costs of this or that decision but those are also the extra weight that can derail you from making a truly right decision for yourself.
Becuse what will others think?
If people could use the mythical ability of ostriches bury their heads in the sand each time they are scared or threatened by what others will think of them, half of the world would get stuck underground.
Mad world—what are you doing to the creative minds that are your only salvation?
What, not dramatic enough?
I think this conversation is not going to be easy for both of us but we have to talk about it anyway.
No matter how passionate or confident you are about your dream, there come the times when things just don’t work out the way you expected. Those times leave you vulnerable and unprotected in front of the hungry, never satisfied cockroaches sneaking here and there.
They are the kind of people who do not tolerate big dreamers. They are the kind of people, mom taught you to avoid.
But when you are emotionally unprotected, you cannot escape them.
When you are emotionally unprotected, they will find you even on the...
Everyone knows the Mad Hatter from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, and though I am not implying that you can potentially be as magnificently mad as that fictional character straight out of Lewis Carroll’s imagination, I do say that madness is a matter of circumstances and other factors coming both from inside and outside of you.
But why am I even talking about it? Madness is a serious topic and am I not going too far by starting this serious topic with mentioning the Mad Hatter? I guess, being a fiction writer could explain my sudden association of madness with the Mad Hatter, but the main point of today’s discussion is that everyone, no matter how sainty-painty you are, has a madness trigger and I have a few words on that.
Really, what word out of millions existing would be good enough to describe what happiness is? Hard to say, is not it? At the same time, the answer seems really close to being easy, trivial even, right on the plate in front of your nose. Then why it is still so hard to answer.
I believe that only those who are deeply unhappy can really tell what happiness is about. This paradoxical twist between two seemingly opposing sides of neutral condition such as living, and I do think that living in its stripped form is a quite neutral thing, is both enticing and scaring. It draws in the part of you that is inclined to wonder and scares the hell out of the part that solely clings to reason.
I’ll tell you a story: once, there was a girl that believed she could do anything. But things she did at the end of the day were not the right things and so, her greatness started slowly dissipating. Is not it what magic in reverse looks like?
As a human, you have the privilege to be anyone and to do anything you can only imagine. But in the world, where everything fights for your attention, where colours and smells are there to entice you to want what you don’t even need, where fashionable pictures of super stars look down at you daily affecting your idea of the beautiful, and where information does not go through filters of valid or reasonable, this privilege plays a bad joke on you.
It messes up with your head; if you can be anyone why cannot you be ev...