It has been a while since I first heard about this concept, Karma. And since I first heard about it I never stopped and truly wonder how is this ‘Karma’ carrying so much power. This idea that whatever we will do will at some point come back to us. That we are the creators of our heaven and hell. A mere word at the beginning and slowly something that I soon started to believe in.
Usually, I decide on setting my own beliefs, but somehow this karma has reached my soul. I do not know if it is cause I started to see how bad actions breed only more bad actions and good actions, in turn, breed more good actions. But somehow, all this force started to feel so real to me, and it seems that there was no better word to define it then karma. A myth or simply a story, for me karma was a factor that allowed me to understand that whatever may happen it is always better to do good.
And karma works in mysterious ways I am being told, and there I stop and wondered if it is not karma that allowed me to reach this present moment. And if it is, then it was me that allowed myself to reach this far into my story, cause karma only offers what we first choose to offer.
And so I say that I believe in karma, for I believe and have faith in who I am.
I think everyone should have a list. A list of things that we should always remember whenever we feel down. A list that would allow us to return to who we are, and take a breath from all that is out there. I worked my list for quite some time, and I am sure that more changes will appear together with the flow of life.
Till then, here is my list that will always let me remember who I set out to be:
1. Smile ‘for when I smile, I stop everything that would be bad around me, and with that smile, I set out to make a difference and bring joy out in the world’
2. Listen ‘ for when I listen, I choose to hear and learn, and thus allow the world to reach me’
3. Learn ‘ for when I learn, I allow myself to evolve and become the better version of who I was’
4. Be Humble ‘ for when I am humble, I allow myself to see clearly what there is around me’
5. Be kind ‘ for when I am kind, I choose to breed and share peace and love around me’
6. Always help the others ’cause when I help others achieve their dream I end up achieving mine’
7. Go out and experience the new ‘ cause in everything that is new there is a chance that I will become stronger and wiser’
8. Never forget my roots ’cause when I will allow myself to forget who I was until this present moment so I will acknowledge that I did not learn one thing’
9. Take a break ‘ and with that break, I choose to meditate on what was past and what is present, and what needs to happen in the future’
I am so so happy I understood sooner than never, how important it is to read and learn and most importantly listen. Not until recently I was stuck in an unhealthy cycle of acting like I know everything and not listen to what I was being told. So funny to look back now to the time when I “mastered” every topic and my word had always to be out there. Talking topics that I did not even have any knowledge of, and yet still would lose myself in arguments. Guess I know why I was doing that now. It was easier to create and to assume, easier than challenging any information that would appear. And what amuses me is not only how I used to act, but how the others used to do the same, and how others listen to what you have to say. And in the end, there was something worse that was happening then denying myself the true knowledge.
I was denying others the truth as well. Since then I learned that words are powerful and should not be thrown around mindlessly, cause words said in the right way will always be received by others, whether truths or lies. That was the lesson I learned that day and that day I said I will not use my words in order to offer illusions. Since then I started to read, read out anything that would sparkle my interest, read about what others talked, read about everything. Since then I stopped myself from trying to show who I was not and accepted that everyone has to learn.
What happened afterwards is even more amazing, I finally learned to listen. And with every silence that I offered, I learned more about me and others. Cause only when you actually listen you choose to learn. And when you listen you actually choose to understand.
Since then I choose to read, I choose to listen, and I was blind no more.
Through all the lessons of life that I have learned by now, there is one that got stuck with me for quite a while now. For many, I am sure that it will not be a secret nor a lesson, and I promise you that you heard this before. In life, we learn that as a need for the mind and also matter, happiness is what we choose to chase…and there is nothing greater than that feeling of happiness and content. Yet still, in our chase for this desired feeling, we have forgotten what we are actually looking for.
For many, happiness has gained a price with time…and do not forget that time as well is taxing everyone. Since when did a piece of paper, become the dictator of our happiness and life? I see around me all this drive for money and it saddens me. We have become addicted to something that at some point did not even exist. And such was happiness imprisoned in a wall of paper like exhibits in the museum, only to be admired and seen, but never to be felt.
Everything can be bought today, you name it, but did happiness ever had a price? We buy so many physical possessions, and we forget what is inside. Inside of us, we got a soul, energy that shares the world, and all along it was that energy that brought happiness to our world.
We have been educated to look around us and explore, but never was this a game, a competition of who will have the biggest house. We look around us so we can feel, create and work the mysteries of life. We lost the true meaning of happiness when we engulfed in the jealousy of artificial life.
Happiness never came from the outside. Everything that we choose to buy is but a temporary solution, to what we think will offer happiness. And even so again, when did the amount of money become the measuring scale for happiness, and is happiness even measurable?
Do not forget that time will tax everything and all, and time will settle dust on the acquired happy items, and in the end, that will do you no good as well. Instead, go and rediscover, what once used to be in all of us. Happiness comes from the inside, and let the outside be an influencer not a controller of your life. Build happiness in time and mark them by a memory, for that memory will stick with you forever and there will be no dust on it. And make sure you remember that feeling, for that is what you should and always feel.
Grow happiness inside and all around you, and never fear to share it with the others, for just like nature, happiness will always find a way and will prevail, when all the other ‘artificial constructs’ shall rot and fail.
Do you remember how we used to make friends when we were little? Everything seemed so simple back then, it felt like I was collecting ‘Duel Masters’ cards (like is anyone remembering these days? or is it just me?…anyway) Everything seemed so simple, so natural…
(That would be my favourite card back in the days when we used to collect them [or print then and edit the numbers]…but had no idea how to play with them…such is the innocence of life)
Now, what happened since then? I’ve noticed how difficult it started to be for many, but why? Have we forgotten how to speak and how to interact? I miss the times when I would lift my hand and ask, “Would you be my best friend for life?”. Of course, now the dream of having such a friend is so dim in the mind of many, but why? I never stopped asking myself, when did we unlearn how to speak and interact?
Of course, many would argue that with the internet, the phones, the tablets, everything that would encompass tech, we as individuals started to lose more of what made us human. But in reality, are we truly losing anything? With time, everything changes, and so do we with age. But what did change?
I believe that change exists in all of us, and it is not a change but a mechanism of defence. We grow on the idea that we might get hurt or that a person might not actually be what it seems to be, or that they are not our types of people that we like around us, but when did all this really start to matter? It never seemed to bother anyone when we were young. We made so many friends when we were young, and never did we ask ourselves if they will be forever by our side. So why would it bother us now?
We already have a mechanism of defence for all of this, and it’s called instincts, guts, you know…We get that feeling when something is not right, and we should trust that feeling, cause it is real and it is protecting you and who you are. But do not use it and pretend it was the instincts when you choose with whom you talk and who gets to be around you.
Friendships come from unexpected places, and bonds and friendships can be made wherever we might be and go. Then it is fear and the feeling that we might get judged for who we are, such are the ways through which we are blocking ourselves from being who we want and should be. But when did all this start to matter? It never did when we were young…I believe we all hold in our hands the power to be who we wore meant to be. And that power is what we share with others when we shake hands for the first time.
So smile, every day from now till then, and never worry about what could happen. Be glad that at least, it never stayed a dream. Go out, make friends, spend time with one another, and surround yourself with memories of joy and happiness and love. For that friends will come and go, and life’s too short to be picky…and who knows? Nothing bad can ever happen from sharing and spreading happiness and love.
A caption of me and some of the special people that are part of my life and make me so proud and honoured for having them as my friends and family
But did you ever look into your words and see what actually was real? Or just like many, you spoke blind of your own words and thoughts? How long has passed since I asked myself if it is real? And there I found myself for the first time, questioning my life.
Words come as fast as they go but have we ever wondered if there is a deeper meaning? Well, there must be…for nothing exists without a reason and a purpose. And I think words exist as part of a recipe that creates life. But how can we create something when not even the speaker listens to his words? And just like any recipe of thought, what comes as too much will always lead to undesired outcomes, and just like any recipe, adding to the known can either bring fruition or disaster.
So are words, and so is speaking, part of something bigger. So why not choose to listen first? and maybe…for some time just think about it? Is it real? Is necessary or even worthy? I learned with time how easy we can talk and how fast we learn to do it, but they never said you have to listen. I was the master of what was my own reality, and I was good at making it as such. But why should I create and lie to me and all the others? When I already was part of the reality of world and thought?
Since then, I choose to listen, and always question what comes out as words. And there and then I stopped working the simulation of ‘the life’… and then I opened my eyes and started to see the world.
Life is what we make of it. 