I saw this video today and giggled at the fact that this bird’s quest is the perfect metaphor for my journey of self-discovery.
Just like this bird, I know where I am going and what I’m looking for. But just like the part of myself which I’m calling the sceptic, nothing seems to be happening: I throw my heart out and my piece of bread just gets smaller and smaller.
At least that’s what I think when I’m having a bad day. The truth is, I’m not losing anything. Worrying that I’m a misfit with no solution are all illusions of the sceptic that need to go. I am not throwing my tiny piece of bread into nothingness.
It’s just that I’m quickly becoming aware of things that were never right in my life, aspects of me which I ignored because I didn’t have the courage to face them. And it hurts to see them. But now I do. Now that I shine a light, I can see my dark corners. And having guilt or shame about these dark corners is not allowed because it’s all part of the process. And in a way, it’s beautiful.
So listen up, sceptic: I will be patient and I will keep you calm. That’s it. Try to cooperate. I’m just trying to make you feel it, even if only for a split-second. We are what we are looking for, man.
Can you feel it? The big fish is us.
The mind thinks. Meditation knows.
My body is the home of violent emotions
Some of which I don’t understand
I ignore them and suppress them
But I’m not able to withstand.
Searching for the brightest light
Quitely shining around the corner
I see clearly and laugh out loud
But when I open my eyes, I feel the void.
Scary is to not know
Fear is to believe I diverted
Will the void get out of control?
Is the promise land a hoax?
I let go and I come home
The void is just a game I play
I know that. I feel that. It’s okay.
No hard feelings
Lies; of course, there are
Darkness is full of them
Hidden in the birds, in the trees and in the sea.
I meditate and I sink
And slowly, I let myself be pulled back
I’m not speeding up the journey
Where to, if what I need is to get back to the start?
So I let darkness kiss my cheek
My heart, my eyes, and my feet
I let it prepare me for what’s coming
I let it show me what I need to see.
A vida não é difícil. Nós é que complicamos. Passar pela vida devia ser simples… afinal, só estamos a passar por ela. Tal como se passássemos por uma casa amarela.
A casa está ali. E nós estamos de carro. Podemos ficar nevosos por não a ver. Ou por não saber onde termina. Podemos ter medo de quem vive lá dentro. Podemos até resistir passar por ela, ao lembrar os momentos que amámos e sofremos dentro dela. Mas no final de contas, parece estranho preocuparmo-nos tanto. Afinal, é só uma casa amarela. E nós só estamos a passar por ela.
I don’t write to be part of history, I write to make it happen.
We copy stuff to keep it alive. It’s an ode to genius, a way to pass on a truth that would otherwise be forgotten. A timeless idea is worth seeing now and 100 years from now. Forgetting it would be a waste. To keep the genious alive and afraid to ruin it, people plagiarise. Sometimes those people are richer than you, and sometimes they’re just alive and you’re not. Whoever they are, those people are just messengers, keeping your ideas alive for future generations. So go for it. Copy me. Quote me. Plagiarise me. Let my words live forever through your desire to be famous.