Everyday

Excuse me but how the fuck are we supposed to get up everyday at 6AM while being thrown out of bed by an stupid alarm, squeeze into uncomfortable clothes, scoff burnt toast, manoeveur one’s car through everday’s traffic or even worse to get once again into the overstuffed metro while doing everything possible to not suffocate in this moving prison, to finally have arrived at that one place where the last glimmer of hope, joy, and happiness vanished years ago, to then make as much money as fast as possible for someone you only see twice a year while you merely get a fraction of it while still having to be thankful for this once in a lifetime “opportunity” and then still be happy and call this a fulfilling life?

Wouldn’t it be nice if the person who is forced to work could wake up to do the things that fulfill him and give him joy?
Wouldn’t it be nice if the person could reap the fruits of their labor while not being forced to give away most of it?

That he could call life. But the other thing isn’t worth being called life.
And maybe, just maybe said person would then really be thankful and happy to be alive.

But instead you are selling this construct to us you call “life”
just to satisfy your greed and to assisst you to accumulate worthless, materialistic possessions just so that you can forget about your inferiority complex.

The Gallery

Imagine your whole life would be exhibit in a gallery.
Every single moment. Everything you have ever experienced. Every single day.
Would you want to see it?
What would the people that visit this gallery think of you?

Would you be proud of your life?
How would you feel while strolling through the gallery?

Every single visitor would know exactly who you really were.
They wouldn’t see the life you wish you could have lived,
but the life you have really lived.

Would you still be proud to show people around the gallery of your life?
If not, you should ask yourself why you don’t want to show your life to the people.

Is it the job that you disliked but still have spent three quarters of your life on?
If that’s the case then 75% of your gallery would be filled with it.

Is it because you have been rude to 90% of the people you have met?

Is it because you only have spent 2% of your time on the things that really fulfilled you?

All of it would be visible for every single visitor in the gallery.

But now imagine that you have made 90% of the people you encountered happy,
and gave them joy, helped them, or just have been nice to them.

Imagine that you have spent 98% of your time on the things that really fulfilled you.
That made you happy. That gave you joy. That gave you meaning.
While you have spent only 2% of your time on the things you didn’t enjoy.

Would you now be proud to show people around the gallery of your life?

The point is that you should change your life as much as it takes,
for you to not only be proud of it but to show it to others.

Ask yourself every single day if today would be a day for your gallery.

Enjoy your life to the fullest because who knows
if you aren’t doomed to wander around your gallery forever in the after-life?

 

My life

The world is mine to take.

I am after anyone who says I won’t make it.

I am getting everything I can while giving back double to the family.

I am not here to live for a moment but to live a whole life.

Trying anything instead of nothing just to make it.

Rather fail than not even try at all. Those who don’t try already lost.

They can say what they want but I am going to die standing up for my beliefs.

But no matter how much I achieve in my mind I am still running behind.

I am going to get everything even if you are blocking my way.
And if you are, you should better run boy ’cause I am not leaving my path.
I am going to bulldoze anything and anyone who is blocking my way.

I am tireless.
I am unstoppable.
I am the captain of my own ship.

I am moving mountains just to make it possible.

Got a dream in my head which I am going to realize.

I am not insane at most megalomaniac.

You want to fight me?
Better be prepared for never ending losses.

Size of an elephant. Willpower of a lion. Adaptability of a chameleon.
I am the fittest in the room. I am the king of the jungle.

This is my life and I am steering.

My time is now.

Fast lane

Living life in the fast lane we don’t need any spurs.

Life passes us, seeing so much in so little time.

There is no room for taking breaks and breaths.

Rushing from adventure to adventure without any hope of enlightment.

We’re all after the same thing instead of pausing for a moment and taking a look around.

Like high we hover over anything with no end in sight.

Sliding from exhaustion into depression. Racing with full speed into burnout.

We aren’t living the dream just a nightmare.

I’m wondering where this will end but it won’t ever stop.

Seeking paradise in after-life while creating hell on earth.

We just want to collect as much as we can but forget that we can’t keep any of it.

We are losing ourselves.

We don’t know ourselves but that doesn’t matter as long as the numbers are right.

We are squeezing us into tailor-made suits and buy luxury cars to impress people          we don’t even care about.

Just want to join the exclusive club that merely exists in our heads.

Every morning we hang up our soul, throw away love and humanity, leave our mind on the kitchen counter and trade it all in for some designer clothes and a Mercedes key.

Wanted a life full of health, happiness, experiences, and wisdom. Instead we get lonely hotel rooms, short nights, Yeezys, and restraints.

It just keeps getting stranger.

Keep having permanent stress.

We don’t even look out the window anymore.

No sweet dreams, ’cause the stuff of what dreams are made of is sold out.

We are caught in this hamster wheel.

Aren’t allowed to leave the cage, curfew was put on us but the door to a better life is within one’s reach.

Just like Inception I would rather be trapped in my dreams but life ain’t a blockbuster.

Have to go back in time and bring the world to a stop.

Need to wake ourselves up and free us.

We could reach for the stars but reather handover the star to the concierge.

No satisfaction, love, and hope but beamer, Benz, and Bentley.

No children or marital bliss but one night stands and empty beds.

I’m wondering where this will end but it won’t ever stop.

Feeling like we have lived a thousand lives and nethertheless experienced nothing.

Speeding on the fast lane towards burnout but the last time we have looked around we were merely children.

Living In The Moment

We are carrying the burden of self-consciousness with us wherever we go. But what exactly is this burden I am talking about? It’s the burden of being able to imagine the future. We are able to conceptualise a future with our eyes closed. First of that this is even possible is amazing. I mean do you realize what that actually means? While you are physically sitting somewhere right now in the present moment your mind is able to imagine your possible future. Your mind is not only able to imagine your life for the next few days but it is able to imagine it for the next weeks, months, and years leading up to your death. I found it to be really mind blowing once I really gave a thought to it.

However, the downside is that because you are able to do such a thing you now begin to worry. You can see the future coming and you think “Uh oh! The future is coming better start getting shit done.” It is not just the present anymore that you have to worry about. You don’t just have to worry about whether you are hungry right now. You are going to have to worry about whether you will be hungry tomorrow, next week, next month or next year. But this doesn’t only affect your worry about your hunger. It spreads out to all areas of your life. Are my bills paid? Will I be able to continue working to earn money? Do I have to worry about getting fired? What if I get sick? Will I be able to provide not only for myself but for my wife/husband and child?

So what do we naturally do? We begin to work. What does that mean? We sacrifice the present for the future. But the price we pay for that is tremendous. We don’t get the present. And that’s a big price to pay right? What we are doing is that we put all the potential suffering of the future and put it into the present. All the time. Maybe we are able to live longer and healthier but we lose one essential part of living. That part is happiness.

You won’t be happy until you can stop worrying about the future and just focus on the present. Who really is unhappy when they are really living in the present? It most certainly won’t be you. Don’t believe me? Try it out. Just stop all your thinking for a moment and start to look around. Look around your room. Look outside the window and notice what is going on. Start to get a feel of your body. Notice your breath. Notice how your lungs fill with oxygen while breathing in and how they start to relax once you breath out. Begin to smile. You don’t have to laugh just a quick smile and you will feel better. Notice how all your worries came to a pause for moment? That is what living in the present actually is.

We won’t find true happiness and we won’t stop worrying  until we learn how to live in the present and enjoy the moment. It isn’t just something that happens overnight. It is a skill that needs to be carefully practiced every single day. If that is to much for you, start with 3 times a week. But in all honesty if you aren’t able to pull this off daily you are in need for a 6 month long vacation. At least twice this year. This little practice won’t consume much more than a minute of your daily live but it will sure change the rest of it. Soon you will be able to enjoy more and more the present moment and start worrying less and less about your future. And all of a sudden without you even noticing it you are living in the future.