See? Another month has gone, so it is time to quote from my Moonscapes 2011 Calendar. However, this is no response to any other posts. Here's February my friends.
"The highest wisdom is continual cheerfulness; such a state, like the region above the moon, is always clear and serene."
- Michel de Montaigne -
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No, I haven't achieved the highest wisdom yet but as of today my cheerfulness has come back to life.
Thanks to my dear friend Seden. Yesterday morning, right after I woke up I saw that she had sent me the most inspiring message ever to cheer me up. And it did work Dumbocum ! ! ! ("Dumbocu", comes from the flying elephant DUMBO, and is what we call each other). So.. just when I thought my bitterness was going to last a bit longer than I had expected, my Dumbocu became my savior :D
This time it is just Uncle Coelho, not me. This is pretty good though ... Enjoy.
"3 Symptoms of Killing Your Dreams"
The first symptom of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.
The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.
And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.
When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.
We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.
And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons.
And here's a prayer by Thomas Merton from "in Thoughts in Solitude"
My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going,
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
Nor do I really know myself,
and the fact that I think I am following your will
does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you.
And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.
And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road,
though I may know nothing about it.
I will not fear, for you are ever with me,
and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
It was a sudden instinct to start this post and I really felt like writing another poem and this is how I had started
" It is such a shame that YOU and I ..."
But then, all of a sudden an ignorant of life came with her two big handbags, one laptop case, and a federal tax textbook, which is thicker than hmm.... thicker than.... well just imagine the biggest textbook YOU have ever seen and multiply it by 3, let's say :D
Her phone, wallet are on "my"table. All scattered around.. (sigh)(sigh)
Now her binder is on my territory!
You might be wondering from where I am writing this....I am at the library on my campus.
I guess I have used "my" a lot.. like "MY" table, "MY" campus.. but you know what I mean. Anyhow...
The definition of the verb "to terrorize" is to create and maintain a state of fear and distress in (someone)... Before I looked it up, I was going to say _ "it is accepted as common sense to ask a person before you terrorize his/her space" but now that I know the true meaning of terrorism, I guess it was stupid of me to think that a terrorist would act accordingly. Hmmm...
Of course you can go sit, study or whatever the reason you are here for, just try to be human. Being from another country does not give you the right to behave as if you were still there. By gathering the courage to leave your country, you kind of declare that you are open to change, and act accordingly.
I might be acting a little spoiled because she is not disturbing at all, but still, YOU kind of expect the questions,
"Do you mind if I sit here?" or "Is anyone sitting here?"
*Sizi Allah'a havale ediyorum Çin Halk Cumhuriyeti*
And this is another example of beginning a task with lots of love and then have to end it withOUT it.
But still, I bless you with light and L.O.V.E.
Thank you for asking my permission before you sat down.
Couple of days ago I was there... I felt the cold, the sorrow. Trust me, I am doing my best, so that you don't feel a thing, so that, you don't feel lonely.
Loneliness was our thing, remember? We've always agreed on one fact... that we've never belonged to this world, that we were sent here for a mission... This mission is a very tough one, my friend. YOU know it. I know it. But the winner takes it all...
Yes, the winner does take it all!
The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny
I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules
I don't why, but this song has always been very special to me.
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Once a friend said "Falling is the first thing that an Angel feels. YOU and I are not human beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings that are having a human experience".
My friend was tired of keeping the screams in the silence. A love was waiting to be fed, but the only way to feed that love was the tears in the eyes of my friend.
Having a big heart has always brought pain as well as joy, but this situation may drown YOU without even realizing.
If only we had two parallel lives. Then maybe everything would be OK. Maybe YOU would be lost, YOU wouldn't have to share your love. YOU or maybe I would bring down the walls around our hearts so we wouldn't get hurt.
If you could remember from my "My winter-mania" post, I love snow and since we all are aware that in 2 days, it is the St. Valentine's Day. (sigh)...
Another Valentine's Day alone. Perfect!
Here's the advantage of having someone to cuddle with, the advantage of having a relation during the winter season. YOU feel like it is summer. (as much as I love winter and hate summer, this is the truth and I LOVE feeling like its summer during winter)
Let's stay here but take me there, or at least let me...
Artur, TURKEY - Summer 09-10
Help me give US a chance. We may not know each other but isn't it worth a try?
Come on Cupid... Here's is the confession you had asked me to write. Are we OK now?
Do I deserve the butterflies once again? Do I get to be pampered?
(Just so you know, those butterflies became like bats the last time... but I blew it)
If YOU hurry, we might even watch the Grammy Awards together tomorrow night. I can travel, don't worry :D
By the way, couple of days ago I found the most beautiful, amazing cover of "She's Out Of My Life - MJ" by Joe Bissel. I fell in love over and over again. Check it out. He's pretty impressive.
This one goes for you Cupid! You'd better aim well this time... if not, I am going after you!!!
Here's a little passage from the novel "By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept"by Uncle Paulo :D After YOU read the passage, please leave an anonymous comment, in which I want YOU to criticize me.. Here we go!
If one person really wants us, everyone does. But, if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange. “Have you ever heard of the book called the I Ching?” I asked her. “No, I haven’t.”
“It says that a city can be moved but not a well. It’s around the well that lovers find each other, satisfy their thirst, build homes, and raise their children. But if one of them decides to leave, the well cannot go with them. Love remains there, abandoned – even though it is filled with the same pure water as before.”
Love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation.
Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if it means hours, days, weeks of disappointments and sadness.
“You shouldn’t have asked,” I said. “Love doesn’t ask many questions, because if we stop to think we become fearful. It’s an inexplicable fear; it’s difficult even to describe it. Maybe it’s the fear of being scorned, of not being accepted, or of breaking the spell. It’s ridiculous, but that’s the way it is. That’s why you don’t ask-you act. As you’ve said many times, you have to take risks.”
Wait. This was the first lesson I learned about love. The day drags along, you make thousands of plans, you imagine every possible conversation, you promise to change your behaviour in certain ways – and you feel more and more anxious until your loved one arrives. But by then, you don’t know what to say. The hours of waiting have been transformed into tension, the tension has become fear, and the fear makes you embrassed about showing affection.
Love is like a trap. When it appears, we see only light, not its shadows.
Am I not taking any risks?
or
Am I too coward to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life?
Personally, I cannot believe that the very first month of 2011 is over. On one of the walls in my living room, I have a "Moonscapes 2011" calendar and the image is from the first month of the year, January.
I am writing this post as a reflection on the comments of my astrology post and I am aware of the fact that YOU have been dying for this day to come. However, I won't be pointing any fingers, nor, judging YOU.
"What one believes to be true either is true or becomes true within limits to be found experientially and experimentally. These limits are beliefs to transcended."
- John Lilly -
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I have chosen to experience the life by every aspect possible.
I have chosen not to go in blinkers.
"The unexamined life is not worth living"
Socrates
C.469 - 399 BC
I understand that YOU might have your "reasons" not to believe in astrology, or YOU might not. Careful, I am not questioning your beliefs. What I do not want to hear is a dialogue between YOU and me, based on common public/social prejudices.
But please trust me on this one. It is worth examining and opening yourself.
I am not ruling my life depending on what the stars or the astrologists say. Of course not. However, there are signs that we should be considering about. Don't say "NO" without getting into details.
I can't believe I am quoting my old man right now :D He is going to be so proud (if he's reading)
"Don't say "NO" without even trying..." Well, there you go!
Would opening yourself to the stars, the moon hurt?
