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Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Trust.
Trust is about giving. Not only about expecting something from someone. Confidence requires courage. It is about daring to believe in the goodwill of someone, in the course of life.

It takes spirit to depend. Just as it takes spirit to be boldly independent. It is like finding freedom in restrictions. The freedom is inside.

You can only feel free bearing inner liberty within you.



Saturday, July 16, 2016

Destiny.
I never was a believer in destiny. Always trusted my own will power. It seemed to me that belief in a higher authority than yourself, human or non-human, led to dependency and the delegation of responsibility.

Now I can see that faith may bring comfort.
When the force of will is not enough to guide you through the days, it can be comforting to rely on someone or something else.

Still, looking for reassurance and consolation is not a good reason to give up my conviction. Things happen, not necessarily for a reason. There is no destination.



Friday, July 15, 2016

Letting go.
There are things I thought of as essential.
I found that they were inseparable attributes of my existence. They depicted me, defined me. I was fond of details. Whether it concerned the way I dressed, or the books I bought, I was keen on controlling the tiniest point.

There is freedom in letting go. That should bring consolation.

Now I can control my thoughts, the ‘paper’ allows me to do so.



Friday, July 8, 2016

Patience.
Patience is a moody friend. It comes and goes.
Sometimes it abandones me, when I want to rely on it. Then it surprises me with it’s company, when I expect it the least. Every now and then it goes hand in hand with acceptance.

Acceptance plays hard to get with me.

I’m going to stick with patience, at times it seems almost the same.



Monday, July 4, 2016

Time.
When I was a child time was dripping slowly like honey. It consisted only of today. Then came tomorrow, the day after tomorrow became reality.

I could look back upon yesterday’s scars.

Now it is a rapid stream, dragging all sorts of debris along. Carrying me towards a roaring cascade.

It doesn’t frighten me. I seek order in the current, in the flow of time.



Saturday, July 2, 2016

Question.
What makes you the person you are? Or the person you think you are?
Your thougths, your actions, the reflection of others?
Your abilities, your achievements, your history?
Your independence? All of this together?

What if you are deprived of some, or all of this?
Can you still count on being the same person? 
Be seen as that?

Can deprivation change who you are?