Angelos Michalopoulos is a self-taught writer, sculptor and painter, whose main inspiration is human nature and the lessons derived from its study. Self-knowledge, relationships, conflict, the truth of who we are, and happiness are key themes of his art as seen in his books, sculptures and paintings. He views art as a generator of beautiful emotions and the most direct pathway to one’s soul. He also views ‘creation’ as the process by which he learns more about himself and others. During his study of human nature, he translates his answers into art and his art answers back with more questions, making his relationship with it a passionate and ever-evolving journey of self-knowledge and realisation. Hence, his goal as an artist is to generate beauty and happiness through a deeper understanding of one’s self.
Angelos Michalopoulos was born in 1962, He have been married to his wife since he was twenty two, he have five children and he likes to read his poems to his conscience before I begin to write them.
Seeing the ugliness, whatever form it takes - malice, misery, aggression, negativity - constantly defeating the happiness of the people around me and seeing how much useless misery is born in the world and how much useful happiness is wasted, I grabbed in my hand the most eager "why" I could find and started writing, in the chance that I can defeat ugliness by explaining it. I wanted to understand how we've become so good at being sad, how we've become so good at not only at abandoning the beauty of our soul but asking its ugliness to show the world around us who we are. Every time I struggled with the question of who gives birth to my misery, I stumbled upon my own weaknesses. By writing for others, I learned myself. Nothing is accidental, not even anything that seems to happen by accident. It is no coincidence that there is so much sadness in the world. It exists because, by choosing to do what is easy and not what is right, we don't try to learn our weaknesses as well as we should to prevent them from producing misery or magnifying the misery someone else's weaknesses have produced.
The more I wrote, the more I realized the value of the truth we should tell ourselves in achieving our happiness. Maybe it's time to say no to the lies we tell ourselves and finally tell the truth. This way, we will build self-knowledge, become as self-sufficient as we need to disarm our weaknesses and become happy. Every time we tell the truth to ourselves, we create self-knowledge and every time we lie, we tear it down. We all want to be happy, but we aren’t willing to do everything needed to deserve our happiness. Happiness is the disarming of misery. How can we feel happy though, when we aren't willing to defend our happiness from the onslaught of the ugliness of the world around us? How do we want to live a happy life when we fill it with ugliness? That's what we need to change. CALILO. Create a life you can fall in love with. However, the more we praise change, the more we remain the same, because we know that change often has more truth in it than we can bear. That's why we love to hide in the routine so much.
Life doesn't come with an instruction book. We have to write it ourselves, one mistake at a time. Self-knowledge is the mother of happiness. When we get to know ourselves, we will feel as strong as we need to be to disarm our weaknesses and therefore be able to create beauty by neutralizing the ugliness within us and the ugliness around us. In this way, we will be able to change our lives for the better. When we learn ourselves well enough to disarm our weaknesses, we will allow our strengths to make us as successful and happy as they can. We will therefore create a life that has as little ugliness as possible, a life that has so much beauty that we will want to fall in love with.
Let's tell ourselves the truth in order to drive away the ugliness we have been producing for so many years with our lies. The lies we tell ourselves create ugliness, which in turn, leads to misery. On the contrary, truth creates beauty that leads to happiness. We all have beauty in our souls, as long as we aren't afraid of the truth from which it is made.
Let's live by translating the beauty of our soul into happiness, and not by translating its ugliness into the pain and misery of the people around us. We will then be able to create a world that is as real as it needs to be to feel so beautiful that it overflows with happiness.
LET US CELEBRATE HAPPINESS AND EXPLAIN SADNESS (UNTIL WE ARE NOT SAD ANYMORE)
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Why be like lions living the life of cockroaches? We fail because the demands of greatness are huge and of failure, none. We are sad because the demands of happiness are great and of misery, none.
If we can become lions once in a while, why do we choose to live most of our lives like cockroaches? If we know what to do to be happier, why not do it more often? Why be like lions who choose to live like cockroaches? We live by throwing our strengths in the trash so that we won't feel compelled to give sweat, our sense of security and truth to become the person they can make us be. We are in danger. We are in danger of our mediocrity. We live by donating our strengths to our weaknesses. We donate them to the fear that comes with doing something intense that will result in a mistake, a defeat, and those weaknesses of ours that caused it. We praise what we want to avoid using, but often use heavily, what we don't particularly respect. We glorify light because we know how much more convenient and effortless it is to spend large parts of our lives hiding in the dark. If we can be happy, kind and creative people once in a while, why don’t we be so more often? If we can be, once in a while, as true as our truth and as strong as our strength, why don’t we do so more often? Why are we so willing to surrender to the horrible grey, the appalling fog of our handmade apathy, cowardice and mediocrity, waiting for life to come and show us how kind, humane, strong and capable we could be? If we know how to feel intensely, why do we choose to spend big parts of our lives immersed in apathy and its best friend, boredom? If we can be as kind as we need to feel happy once in a while, why do we choose to be so mean that we end up being miserable? If we know how happy we become by living to the max, why do we choose to spend most of our time hiding in the minimal? If we can do it occasionally, why not do it more often? We trust what we know, fear what we don’t and dread what we have intentionally left unknown. Self-knowledge is the mother of success and happiness. If we knew our weaknesses well enough to disarm them, we wouldn’t be afraid of them. We wouldn’t be afraid of doing something new, intense or extreme that would forcibly toss us onto our mistakes and defeats, that is, onto the truth of who we are, which our weaknesses are a great part of. Instead, we choose to spend a large part of our life hidden in the lies we use to convince ourselves that we have twice as many strengths and half as many weaknesses. When we get to discover our weaknesses, we will defeat the “once in a while" label we’ve installed in front of our brain and we will be able to be our best selves more often than we become our worst. So, let's stop covering up our weaknesses with the lies that we tell ourselves and let's start learning them. Let’s live our life exposing, as often as we can, the lies we’ve been telling ourselves for years, until we unmask those weaknesses of ours that produced them. When we get to know our weaknesses, we will stop being afraid of them, and will free ourselves enough to live our life to the max. We are lions that choose to live the biggest portion of our lives as cockroaches because the demands of greatness are huge and of failure, none.
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Yet we fear our weaknesses so much that we hesitate to show our beauty, so we end up constantly showing the parts of our character our ugliness wants to show. Let’s finally learn the truth of who we are and those weaknesses of ours that make up the ugliest and most painful part of us so that we stop fearing it. Let's create a life during which we defend the beauty of our soul without examining what we gain or lose by doing so. Let’s never betray our soul, no matter how many emotional and physical benefits our logic promises to give us.
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I will live by doing everything I can to deserve my soul, refusing to betray the beliefs it is made of just so I can secure the tempting gains my logic never stops promising me. I have never felt happier in my life than during those times when I felt that I deserved my beliefs, having refused to betray them to achieve the easy victory promised to me by the most victorious yet dishonest thought I had in my mind at the time. I will believe so much in my beliefs that I will become so honest with myself that I won’t be able to be anything else but happy. When I manage to become as honest as my soul, I will feel as beautiful as her beauty.
Beauty is born to defeat the sadness that ugliness produces.
Waste of beauty is the most meaningless human endeavour. Let’s use our soul’s beauty to make our lives, and those of the people around us, more beautiful, and the power of our brain to help any ugliness we encounter explain to itself what makes it feel ugly until it discovers where it hid its beauty. Our life is paved, from end to end, with joy and sorrow. Let’s embrace our joys and let them free to roam our soul, painting her with their inexhaustible optimism, beauty and passion, and let’s explain our sorrows by discovering which weaknesses of ours gave birth to or magnified them.
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The more we love, the less we fear. When we’re not afraid to love, we fear nothing.
Love adores those who have the courage to fight their hatred. Since love is the reward of courage, hatred is the reward of cowardice. Happiness decided to be the reward of emotional honesty thousands of years ago. It has never gone back on its word since. I will strive to be so emotionally honest that I won’t be able to become anything else but happy.
Liars have all it takes to be sad because, by fearing the truth, they end up fearing their own soul that produces it.
Consequently, they choose to keep as far away from their soul as needed to never find their happiness that lives within her. Self-knowledge is the mother of happiness. People who become happy are those who, having told the truth to themselves, know their weaknesses as well as needed to disarm them before they block the road that leads to their happiness. There’s nothing our weaknesses want less than for us to be happy because this way, they keep us as weak as they need to defeat us. Self-knowledge is the mother of happiness because we trust what we know and fear what we don’t. Our choice is to either get to know our weaknesses better or forget about our happiness. Our biggest fear, our alpha fear, is the unknown we create out of everything we choose to never learn. It’s the fear that gives birth to all other fears and the source of our most undefinable sadness. We fear the unknown every time it dresses up as the darkness around us, or the future ahead of us, tearing into our lives to show and prove to us how much stronger and more determined than us it is. The one unknown we are most terrified of is the part of our character we have intentionally left unknown. We fear what we don’t know and that’s why we haven't stopped learning, ever since childhood, to overcome our fears, the ones anything unknown around us engender. The less we know about something, the more we fear it. We trust what we know, fear what we don’t, and dread what we’ve intentionally left unknown. The less we know about our weaknesses, the more we fear them, and the less confident we feel when dealing with any problem we face, which they create or magnify. As long as we choose to keep our weaknesses unknown, we live locked in a fortress contained by the fears of the unknown, blocked even from our own dreams and potential. We live in the fortress we’ve built from our knowledge, from all we have learned so far, seeing from afar the person we could become hugging our dreams and living freer and happier than us outside of it. Thankfully, we are much better than we think at defeating the things that want to make us miserable. We have many mental and emotional weapons and allies to defeat our weaknesses at our disposal and, by extension, defeat the misery they cause or magnify for us. To manage to do that, we should not be afraid to learn them as well as we need to disarm them before they lead us to the wrong decisions and the defeats that will fill us with sorrow, pain, disillusionment and low self-esteem. Max most apogee. If only we knew our weaknesses better, we would enjoy life more - since we wouldn’t be afraid that, by showing who we truly are, by feeling or doing something as intense as the truth we are made of, we might produce a defeat that would throw us against those weaknesses of ours that spawned it. If we knew our weaknesses better, we wouldn't be so afraid to get close to ourselves, close to our truth, by feeling more and thinking less. The power of our soul will become our power, only when we believe in her. The more we believe in our soul, the stronger we become. Happiness will go where truth already is.
To protect ourselves from what we shouldn’t know, we live by learning a lot and forgetting even more.
We live by mobilising our lies to constantly protect us from our own truth. With every passing day, our lives are filled with more unknown, no matter how good we are at fooling ourselves that we know more because we’ve learned so much. Instead of becoming the truth of who we are, we become the lie that, at any point, suits us better. As we grow older, to protect ourselves from the truth of who we are, we become better at erasing than at writing, better at forgetting than at learning, better at tearing down than at building, better at being afraid than at hoping. As we grow older, we become better at not letting reality remind us of who we could become and at avoiding doing things that might show us those capabilities of ours we hide behind our delusions. Not only do we not try to learn the unknown around us and turn it into knowledge, but we generate it ourselves. To protect ourselves from what we should never realise, we choose to forget more than we learn. The older we get, the better we become at forgetting than learning, for we become better at protecting ourselves from what threatens our own lies. We choose to forget everything that threatens the lies we tell ourselves rather than learn what is committed to support our truth.
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Darkness can be so convenient! We rarely go anywhere without our handmade darkness. It’s the darkness we manufacture ourselves so that we can hide from everything the light wants to reveal! We create handmade darkness out of all we don’t want to learn, all we've learnt but don’t want to realise, and all we intentionally forget. By forgetting what we know, or not realising what we’ve learnt, we manage to turn, in seconds, our knowledge into ignorance, thus acquitting ourselves of the possible defeat in the battle before us, or offering us an excuse to not even try to fight it.
We've made ignorance our favourite excuse for not living.
We've made ignorance our favourite excuse for not trying. As long as we don't know, we don't feel compelled to try and achieve. How convenient, if it wasn't so fake! We live by refusing to learn to become better and by not feeling obliged to support the increased demands of this improvement. This way, we become worse until we become so bad that we can’t be anything but miserable. We fear that learning something will make us feel compelled to turn our strengths into victories, thus, risking losing and feeling the pain of a possible defeat due to contact with our weaknesses. On the other hand, by avoiding learning, forgetting something we already know, or not realising all that we do know, we decrease the possibility of doing something that might lead us to a defeat.
Nobody becomes happy accidentally. Happy are the people who don’t believe in their sadness.
How much we believe in our happiness determines how happy we become. As long as we are accidental searchers for truth, we’ll only become happy by accident. As long as we become happy just because we can’t bear the pain of sadness, the only thing we’ll manage to do is briefly trick our misery. How can we deserve our happiness when we believe in it so little? Often, we start telling the truth again only when we can no longer bear the immense misery our lies produce. We often become as real as we need to become happy only because we can no longer bear how miserable our lies make us.
We either create happiness out of truth, or sadness out of lies.
Happy are the people who can bear to live without the help of their lies. Only true people deserve the beauty of their soul. We deserve our soul only when we tell her the truth. The rest of the time, we often try to trick her and cover her up so that she won't reveal everything our public image and its soldiers - our lies - try so hard to hide. Every time we lie to our soul, we try to trick our happiness. The ultimate proof of how much we deserve our soul is reflected upon how much truth we are ready to tell ourselves.
True people deserve the beauty of their soul and fake people - the ugliness of their sadness.
Our emotions can become the ambassadors of our beauty because they can show nothing but the absolute truth of who we are. That’s why we dread the truth they are about to reveal so much that we imprison them inside us by choosing not to feel at all, by remaining apathetic. Our emotions are proof of how true, how honest with ourselves, we are prepared to be. They are the proof of how much we believe in our soul because, to believe in her, we must first believe blindly, without any reservations, in her truth, the truth of who we are.
Our happiness is the cost of lying to ourselves and our loneliness - the cost of lying to others.
The more we lie to ourselves, the more we keep the truth of who we are secret, forcing people around us to keep guessing who we are, forcing them to trust us less and therefore, keeping them away from us. Thus, we end up alone; alone and miserable.
When we lie to ourselves, we invite other people to lie to us.
We trust what we know and are afraid of what we don’t. The more we lie to ourselves, the more unknown we become and the less we can trust ourselves. Lying attracts more lies. So, every time we lie to ourselves, we hurt twice. Let's get to know the truth of who we are, and those weaknesses of ours that make its ugliest and most painful part, well enough not to fear them. Let's learn how many weaknesses and strengths we are made of so that we can stop hiding from our truth and become so real that we won’t be able to be anything but happy.
The huge, indecipherable cost of lying to ourselves is that we end up attracting those people we should keep away.
Even if we don’t lie to our fellow human beings, when we lie to ourselves, we end up attracting fake people to us, while pushing away the real ones. We therefore end up filling our lives with lies; lies and the sadness that comes with them.
Every moment we live we either tell ourselves the truth and become as real as we need to be happy, or tell ourselves lies and become as fake as we need to be miserable.
Since happiness often has more truth in it that we can bear, we often choose, by not choosing, to be sad.
Who wants to hear the hard and untamed truth when they can keep living consuming, obedient and accommodating lies? Only those who want to be happy. Our happiness is closer than we think, and often, closer than we can bear.
There is no lie that ultimately won’t cost more than the truth it was born to hide.
For every question we avoid asking our truth, we fall into the arms of our lies. No matter how fast we run towards our future, our lies chase us from behind, pulling us by the sleeve to show us, and to remind us, the truth of who we are. Our sadness is the answer of our lies to all the questions we avoid asking them.
Life loves to remind us what we try the hardest to forget.
The harder we try to forget it, the more often, and more intensely, it will try to remind us. Life is a pendulum in which our words and deeds become the action that will cause at least one reaction in the world around us; which will come back to get grounded into our soul. Our soul is the private Ithaca of our emotions.
Life is a vast plain which, in seconds, can transform itself into an excruciatingly small cell.
To avoid feeling responsible for what we say and what we do, we have convinced ourselves that life is a vast plain where we can go anywhere and be anyone we want to. However, it often becomes, in just seconds, an excruciatingly small cell that permits us to only be ourselves. Life often becomes an unbearably small cell on the walls of which our words and actions fall, creating long-lasting echoes that will live for a long time after they come out of our mouth or hands. We often live hearing the loud echoes of pain, or celebration, our words and actions create for the people around us.
The faster we run to escape the person we are, the harder we stumble on it.
No matter how many lies we tell ourselves, we can rarely escape our words and deeds. Nobody escapes from who they are. Especially the best liars.
Our sadness is the truth we never told ourselves.
Our sadness is all we owe to the truth. The more lies we tell ourselves, the more we owe to tell the truth.
We become as fake as we need to be to feel unhappy.
We often become too fake to be happy. Perhaps our most glittering self-destructive ability is, in the pursuit of success, to become too fake to be happy. One of the darkest glows and abyssal peaks we can conquer is our ability to appear ever more successful, no matter how unhappy we feel. Life often likes to become an impossible choice between any victory and the greatest victory of all - happiness.
Life often likes to become an impossible choice between success and happiness which most often is won by the people who choose to defend their beliefs from the attacks of the next applause.
Silence is the hideout we use when we don’t know how else to avoid realising how much more truthful than us our words can be.
The more often we show the truth of who we are, the sooner we will stop being afraid of it. Let’s become the most powerful, as this is the most honest, rallying cry of our soul. Let’s allow ourselves to believe so much in our beliefs that we’ll become as honest as they are. Let’s be the first ‘yes’ that will dare to look in the eyes the countless ‘no's’ we’ve used for years to build the walls of the cell in which, before we’re even quite awake, we allow our worst fears to grab and lock us up every morning. Let’s liberate our strengths from the shackles our weaknesses keep them in to scare away the fears we’ve used to generate our need to be more obedient than free, more agreeable than true. As long as we choose not to get to know them as well as we need to disarm them, our weaknesses will be so much stronger than our strengths, so that they will be able to keep them locked inside us, and we won't use them to succeed and be happy. It would be great if, when our weakness force us to become as fake as we need to be miserable, we don't believe in their insidious yet mesmerising promises, but refuse to surrender to our usual excuses without fighting the fight of our lives to defeat them. The fight of our lives, do you hear?
When we stop lying, we will become as strong as our truth.
We become weak, not because we don’t want to be strong, but because we don’t want to become true. We not only paint the world around us with our emotions, but we also smudge and erase it. Not only the world around us, but our inner world as well.
We have more power than we know, as long as we can bear to live with the part of our truth it is made from.
We have tremendous power within us, as long as we are not afraid to become as real as we need to be to expose the lies we have told ourselves, and from which we’ve created our weaknesses. Our strength lives in the centre of our weakness. Let's allow ourselves to realise the incredible powers we have. If we feared our weaknesses less, we would be free to take our strengths into our own hands to come as close to our best selves as possible.
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Truth is the only thing in the world that humans will never defeat.
Not even time itself! Our truth is our greatest power. Truth is the only thing on earth that lives forever. Truth lives watching everything else around it that is less real than it, at some point, lose the battle with time, get diluted and die. Truth is the only thing on earth that can’t be diluted because it’s made out of just one material: truth.
Since liars are afraid of the truth, they are afraid of their most truthful part, their soul as much as necessary to avoid feeling and become dispassionate enough to become miserable.
We will be happy when we find the courage to become as true as our soul. We will be happy when we find the courage to touch the truth of our soul and become as powerful as her. We wish we had the power of our soul! We are not as strong as our soul because we can’t bear to become as real as she is because, by being so addicted to instant ease and immediate comfort, we end up using lies much more than we use truth in our everyday life.
Our soul is our greatest source of strength, if only we stopped fearing her just because we’ve left her unknown.
How can we become strong when we choose not to use our greatest source of strength – our soul? The gift of self-knowledge is that people who know their weaknesses are not afraid to believe in their soul as much as it takes to become as real as it takes to become strong, self-sufficient and happy. Since only liars are afraid of the truth, only liars are afraid of their soul. They are afraid of her since they worry that the truth she is made of might make them feel something so intense that it will throw them against the defeat born whenever someone stumbles onto the truth they've covered up with the lies they’ve being telling themselves for so long.
Fake escapes lead to brand new prison cells and real ones to old freedoms. People who escape reality fall hard onto those weaknesses of theirs which imprisoned them in it.
We use our strengths to help us escape the prison cells which our weaknesses have locked us in. People who escape old, fake happiness imprison themselves into a brand new, real misery. At any given moment around the world, there are thousands of fake escapes that take place for every real imprisonment.
The life of sad people is a permanent escape from the truth they don’t want to learn.
Sad people live by constantly escaping their truth while happy ones live in her embrace. How much we feel the need to escape the truth of who we are determines how happy we are. By having lied to ourselves for so long to escape the truth of who we are, we’ve ended up living in invented prison cells of ever upgrading misery. By trying to escape reality, we often stumble onto those lies of ours we’ve told ourselves under which we are trying to hide it. Thus, we end up stumbling on those weaknesses of ours that push us to tell those lies.
Wise are the people who realise the value of their every breath, even if they don’t realise anything else.
Every breath we take is an opportunity to enjoy, create and be happy. Enjoyment, creativity and happiness makes the trilogy of max most apogee. Nevertheless, we often neglect our breaths, even toss most of them in the trash, refusing to really live them because we believe that other better, more interesting, more valuable ones will certainly come in the future. What do we gain by living with our backs turned to the beauty of our life - the reasons we have to be happy - enjoying only few minutes out of every hour our body gives us and throwing most of the others in the garbage? Every breath our body gives us is a minimal, but priceless victory we, more often than not, haven’t done much to deserve. How good we are at confusing size with value! Every breath is a huge opportunity to fill our life, and the world around us, with as much joy, creation and happiness as we can.
The hidden cost of greed is that, while waiting for the extraordinary, we miss the opportunity to enjoy the ordinary.
We are so much more willing to become greedy than smart. One of the most cryptic forms of self-injury is to waste the ordinary while waiting for the spectacular to come. Our body gives us fifteen breaths, fifteen gifts every minute, most of which we do not even open. We underestimate them, are indifferent to them, because we expect others to come that are more impressive. While waiting for the breathtaking, we miss the opportunity to enjoy the usual. While waiting for the abundant, we neglect to enjoy the minimal. Every four seconds, our body gives us a breath wrapped in an opportunity to turn it into enjoyment, creativity and happiness. Our body will prove to be our greatest benefactor during our lifetime. Every four seconds, we become the gift of our body, not the reverse. It sustains us, not the other way around. If you want to discover how valuable your next breath is, stop breathing until you realise who the boss is, who needs the other more, your body or you.
Every moment we refuse to live, we are rehearsing for our death.
We kill every moment of our lives that we refuse to find the trilogy of max most apogee: the joy, creativity and happiness in it. I don’t want to end up living by constantly rehearsing my death because this way both myself and my time won’t belong to me, only my sadness will. Life shouldn't be an endless rehearsal for death but a celebration of never-ending opportunities to enjoy, create and be happy.
We only deserve to enjoy those moments of our lives we respect.
We don't deserve all the rest - those we give one quick, condescending look and throw in the trash refusing to enjoy, create or be happy with. How can we enjoy our lives when we respect its biggest part so little - those moments of it we consider ordinary? We choose not to treat them with respect, and we end up not living our lives to the max because we are too lazy and too fearful of our weaknesses to dive into them to find how much joy, creativity and happiness we so successfully hide from ourselves. We truly live all the moments of our lives when, braced by our self-confidence, we let ourselves free to be so vulnerable that we feel omnipotent, and so compassionate that we feel we can survive any animosity people toss at us. We truly live those moments of our lives where we grab our enthusiasm by the hand and leap over all the handmade obstacles that we've placed in the road to our best selves, so we can have an excuse for failing to become happy. We have a choice of either living every breath our body gives us or to kill it, of either enjoying or ignoring it, of either create something with it or to waste it. What do we gain in living our lives by simply breathing and waiting? What are our lives worth if we live standing in front of a trash can, tossing in it most of the breaths our body gives us because we simply don’t want to discover how incompetent we are at enjoying them?
We have one life to live, one life to enjoy, one life to create, and one life to fall in love with.
So, let’s stop living over a trash can throwing in our breaths, throwing away the gifts we get every four seconds, gifts our body has given us of which we didn't even bother opening to see what is in them. Instead of adding minutes to every hour of our lives by really living it, and doing everything we can to enjoy it, we subtract them. With a plate of food we really love right before us, we just awkwardly sit in front of it, hesitant, troubled and distant, taking only a small bite to taste it, and soon after, pushing it away from us. Let’s grab every last drop of the trilogy of max most apogee - joy, creativity and happiness - our body has given us and drink it in one gulp. Every last drop! Why are we so willing to surrender our lives to any problem, any negativity that is happening to us, filling it with the cowardice from which we produce our procrastination, making it, in the process, as ugly as the ugliest part of our character? Every breath of ours, every experience we live, is unique. Every breath, every moment we live, is unique - even those we think we have experienced countless times so far. We will never live it again. Never! No two moments of our lives are the same, no matter how alike they look.
We belong to every breath of ours. We belong to every breath of ours more than they belongs to us.
A breath is a few seconds of life which we would not exist without. Since our life is our most valuable asset, every breath of ours becomes the most precious good we own for those four seconds, regardless of all the priceless things we may fill our lives with that we think are far more valuable and unique. If you disagree, hold your breath for a while to realise its value. We undervalue every breath of ours because we take it for granted, we consider it a given. We undervalue it until we have none left in our lungs. We are only going to appreciate the value of our next breath when we have none left. We fail to recognise the value of our breaths because we consider them to be free, since we did nothing to earn them. We are so greedy that we live demanding every four seconds to receive gifts which, not only do we not do anything to deserve, but also take for granted. We have been failing for years to appreciate every breath that our body has given us until we will be left alone facing the last breath we have in our lungs. How rich, how powerful is someone who has everything but not the next breath in their lungs? Only when we realise the incomparable value of every breath of ours, will we appreciate the uniqueness of every moment of our life, and we will be able to enjoy it.
Happiness is to live by constantly throwing in the garbage the person that the people around you want you to be and become who you really are.
Let's live by constantly throwing in the garbage the person that the people around us want us to become, and start walking towards where our soul already is. Happy people walk towards where their soul already is and miserable ones, where their excuses push them to go.
We waste a large part of our lives trying to avoid discovering how incompetent we are at enjoying it.
What are our lives worth if we live standing in front of a trash can, tossing in it most of the breaths our body gives us because we simply don’t want to discover how incompetent we are we at enjoying them? Our lives will become a celebration when we stop attending the funerals of every moment we ourselves kill by refusing to live and by avoiding doing something that might show and prove to us the truth of who we really are. We've made our laziness our preferred way to avoid discovering the truth of who we are.
The best way to relieve the pain of defeat is to become as good as we need to win.
We have loyal allies, allies who believe in us. Let’s ask our beliefs and our truth for help. This is our power. Those are our most loyal allies. Our beliefs believe in us much more than we believe in them. Our beliefs are inseparable parts of our truth of who we are, parts of our greatest strength. They will prove to be our most ardent supporters, our best comrades, even when the glow of victory doesn’t shine anymore, and the heavy fog of defeat and sorrow is about to fill our lives. They are the ones that, regardless of how strong our opponent is, will rush into the total darkness of the unknown that our lack of self-knowledge has created, to grab us and pull us back to the light, serenity, and happiness. They have incredible strength because they don’t simply have truth on their side: they are our truth.
Life doesn’t come with a manual. We have to write it ourselves, one mistake at a time.
From our mistakes, we learn how to operate ourselves and from anything we do right, we learn how to win.
It’s easier to go around the world than around our souls.
Why discover how ugly we are if we can hide it with the lies we tell ourselves? Because, as long as we choose not to tell the truth to ourselves, we’ll be as fake as needed to feel miserable.
As long as we don’t learn our weaknesses, we will be the faithful employees of our sadness.
As long as we adore anything that keeps us at a safe distance from our weaknesses, especially those lies of ours with which we hide them, we will be working for our sadness. Let’s not capitulate, but let’s resist and not allow those weaknesses of ours, that give birth to and enlarge any problem and difficulty we face, to steal time from our own lives or a smile from our face. Let’s stop hiding behind the excuses and the lies we tell ourselves regarding the real reason we are miserable, and let’s understand why we are so keen on wasting large parts of our lives. Often, we decide to do the least possible and end up wasting our life, refusing to touch the joy, creativity, and happiness that its moments may have in them. We also avoid doing something that might throw us onto our weaknesses and the truth of who we are, of which they are its most painful part. Thus, we choose to waste our lives by refusing to live large parts of it. When we get to learn our weaknesses well enough to disarm them, we will not be afraid of doing something that might toss us onto them, for we are already aware of them. Thus, we will feel liberated to do anything we want instead of living imprisoned in the routine, repetition, of whatever feels safe for us. Learning our weaknesses will make us so self-confident that we will stop fearing to live our lives to the max. Thus, we will be able to enjoy our life and not spend large parts of it watching it disappear under our feet, unable to hold its moments in our hands, and try to turn it to happiness. We will manage to stop wasting our life and start enjoying ourselves to the max only when we stop fearing to do something new, different and intense that might possibly push us to the mistake, defeat, shame of who we are, and sadness our weakness produce for us. Let’s create a life out of smiles we’ve just discovered and not out of opportunities we’ve just missed. Let's create a life out of smiles we've found in places we never had the courage to look and not out of opportunities we’ve lost because we never found the courage to hope.
Knowledge is the defeat of the unknown and self-knowledge, the defeat of sadness.
I will defeat my sadness by learning the unknown that gives birth to it. I will defeat my sadness by learning any reason that wants me to be sad, which I’ve deliberately left unknown. I will disarm my sadness by discovering those weaknesses of mine that produce it. An explained weakness is weakness no more. An explained negative is negative no more.
The most beautiful calmness is born when fear gets explained.
Death of negativity by explanation. An explained weakness is weakness no more. An explained negative is negative no more.
People who hate the reality they live in, because it has more truth in it than they would like, tell lies to escape from it and often end up becoming as fake as they need to feel unsuccessful and sad.
We feel for the people around us what we feel for ourselves. People who loathe the reality they live in are those who loathe the truth of who they are. People who know their weaknesses don’t allow them to stand between themselves and their soul and thus, feel free to visit her as often as they need, firstly, so as not to be afraid of her anymore, and secondly, to find in her all the truth they need to feel happy. How can we be happy when, after filling our soul with so many lies, we ended up being afraid of our her - the part of us that produces our happiness?
Life has two choices and countless excuses.
We live by standing in front of the fork of the momentary and the eternal, having the choice to tell the truth or lie to ourselves, that is to believe in ourselves or not. We have the choice to believe in our soul, the most innocent, pure, spontaneous, honest, free, untamed, and true part of us, or turn our backs on her and start making plans about how to betray her so we can become as self-serving, calculating, inhuman, phony, and hypocritical as we need to be to win our next victory, whatever that may be. We are as addicted to our lies as we are to ease. We have become so addicted to our lies and to the ease they provide us that, instead of celebrating our soul’s innocence and purity, we turn our back to her because she pushes us to become more real than we can bear. To avoid waking our weaknesses, we are willing to lock our soul up in our pessimism and our fear of showing the truth of who we truly are.
Life hates draws as much as we love them. There are no draws in life, other than the ones our lies invent.
We feel happy when we deserve our happiness.
Our happiness is the only thing on earth we can’t trick. We can trick anyone, even ourselves, but not our happiness. Our happiness is more honest than us. We will feel beautiful only if we are willing to fight and defeat everything that wants to make us ugly. So, let’s stop hoping that we can be happy without doing any work to achieve it, and let’s stop lying to ourselves and become as hard-working, courageous, and real as we need to be happy.
Sweat + security + truth = happiness.
The reason there is so much misery in the world is because we believe so much in our laziness, cowardice, and lies, that we are not prepared to work hard, risk, and become as real as needed to deserve to be happy. How can we be happy when we so frequently choose to be asymmetrical by demanding to receive a lot more than we are willing to give? Nobody owes us happiness. Nobody owes us smiles. We have to dive deep inside us to find our smiles. Our smiles live in the deepest spot inside us, the darkest spot of our abyss. They live there because, in order to become ours, we must first prove that we deserve them; that we deserve our happiness.
Victory by explanation. Strength is the explanation of weakness. Happiness is the explanation of sadness.
Strength is the explanation of what wants to make us weak. Happiness is the explanation of what wants to make us sad. Strength is the disarming of weakness. We will become strong when we disarm what makes us weak. We are so afraid of our weaknesses that we choose to leave them unknown rather than getting to know them and being forced to realize how much stronger they are than us. We live by converting our strengths into victories and our weaknesses into defeats. We live around our true dimensions. By becoming stronger than our weaknesses or weaker than our strengths, we often become bigger or smaller than our dimensions.
We live at the mercy of everything we leave unexplained.
We will become bigger than our dimensions when we stop allowing everything we leave undefined and unexplained to make us feel as fake as needed to feel smaller than our dimensions.
As long as we choose not to learn our weaknesses, we will never discover all we can accomplish with our strengths.
Victory by explanation. Strength is the disarming of weaknesses. We will become strong when we disarm what makes us weak. Our cowardice is often so much more powerful than us because it knows we rarely find the courage to ask it those questions that have the power to disarm it. By trying so hard to avoid learning the truth of who we are, we rarely become who we can become. So we spend a large portion of our lives roaming aimlessly in our character, pretending that we're trying to understand our dimensions.
Every time we tell the truth to ourselves, we honor the person we have the ability to be and every time we lie to ourselves we spit in their face.
We live by simultaneously trying not to allow our cowardice to betray the truth of who we are while trying to find the courage to honour who we could become. So we end up rarely fitting in our dimensions, opting to most often become a fraction of who we are so that we won’t have all the responsibilities that come with telling the whole truth to ourselves.
Winners and happy people discover their strengths before their weaknesses discover them. The rest are doomed to keep on hunting and getting hunted.
We need most what we most lack.
Who needs their self-confidence when they already feel strong? Unfortunately, our self-confidence often deserts us when we most need it and volunteers to help us when we need it the least. That is why we need to learn ourselves so well that we can quickly disarm our weaknesses before they make us feel so incapable and powerless we cannot cope with even the easiest opponent. If we are so proud of our capabilities and our talents, let's use them, not when we feel good about ourselves, but when we feel bad so that we can make our lives better and happier. It is in the middle of our weakness that we need our strengths the most. It is in the middle of the biggest doubt that we need certainty. Let's believe more in our beliefs than in our lies so that we can create and stand on the top of the most stable, most unshakable ground in the world. Castles fall from within. If we are not ready to lose, no one can beat us. Our beliefs are our greatest strength. Let's put aside our weaknesses, those that do not stop offering us the seemingly free services of our lies, and let's believe in our beliefs. Let's believe in them for as long as it takes to feel our power running through our veins from one end of our body to the other, and become the next right decision, the next victory, the next happiness.
The banner of any great battle is woven from those questions we never dared to ask our cowardice.
Revolutions often become the revelations of a well-hidden truth. That’s why my happiness lives in the answers I’ll give to the questions I never dared to ask my weaknesses. Our cowardice is often so much more powerful than us because it knows that we will never find the courage to ask it those questions that have the power to disarm it. Let’s stop fearing our weaknesses more than we trust our strengths. A revolution starts the moment long unanswered questions find their answer in the people who stop fearing their weaknesses more than they trust their strengths. A revolution starts the moment we find the courage to look in the eyes the part of our character that would prefer we remained slaves of our fears rather than search in the truth of who we are to find the freedom of becoming the people we dream of. We will realize the truth of who we are when we feel so real that we earn the right to become whoever we want to be. The time has come to raise the flag that will start the rebellion against the two handmade killers of my happiness - my weaknesses and the lies I tell myself. I will weave that flag out of all the moments in my life when I exposed them and explained to myself why I’m afraid of them. I will raise it and frontally attack every problem, every difficulty, and negativity I’m faced with, not to defeat it, but to understand and realise which weaknesses of mine gave birth to it. I want to live my life with my head held proudly up high, rebelling against the ugliest ugliness there is, the biggest tyrant, the most unjust, asymmetrical, and brutal enemy I will ever face, the one that hates me more than anyone else, and has harmed me the most: my weaknesses. The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
The last rebel in the world needs to revolt first.
A global beauty is born every time the last rebel in the world becomes the first to revolt. If there is somebody in the world who owes it to themselves to revolt once in their lifetime by starting a rebellion against those weaknesses of theirs that do everything they can to make them miserable, it is a person who is the weakest, most fearful, obedient, and conservative. The last rebel in the world has the greatest need to rebel against their weaknesses because they have managed to take away a disproportionately large piece of their happiness thus far. If someone deserves to rebel against their weaknesses it is the people who never managed to learn them, and thus, have suffered a lot throughout their life because of them. The one who needs most to rebel against their weaknesses is the most normal, most moderate, most reasonable person, the one who has been abused the most by them. Is there a person who has not been tormented by their weaknesses? That is why we all owe it to ourselves to rebel against them. Not to defeat them, let alone subdue them, but to get to know them. We will overcome our weaknesses when we get to know them well enough to disarm them and thus, take away from them the enormous power they have over us. The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
Happiness is the revolution against ugliness.
Every moment, every day, is the right one to begin the revolution against our weaknesses. Every moment. Every hour. Every day! Happiness is the revolution against anything that wants to make us feel bad about who we are. I will never choose to retreat, refuse to fight against my weaknesses and let them fill my life with their favorite products: anger, ugliness, misery, and pain. On the contrary! I will set them up in front of me so that I can see them, and they can see me. I will set them up in front of me to remind me, to make me realize how much I lose when I let them defeat me, what the value is of every breath of mine, what the value is of every happy moment that, instead of living it, I give it to them to turn it into misery. I will set them up in front of me to remind me who I am and why I am fighting. The opposite of wrong is right. Instead of doing everything I can to hide them, I will do everything I can to reveal them. I want to see my opponent’s face, my worst self, my weaknesses, as I fight with them to remind me why I live, why I struggle to get better, which principles and ideals I fight for. Why live by letting them steal the happy moments I will experience without making the slightest attempt to stop them? What could be more valuable in my life than defending my happiness from anything and anyone that wants to make me miserable? The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
How useful are my strengths if I don't use them to defeat my weaknesses?
Strength is the disarming of weakness. It is time for me to become the rallying cry, the flag of the revolution against my weaknesses. If I really have the strengths that I don't stop advertising to everyone, and even more to myself, it is time to prove them by taking them in hand so that I can be as strong and as optimistic as I need to be to defeat the great enemy. Is there a greater ally in the battle against my weaknesses than my strengths? Why not finally discover the optimism that I have hidden in my beliefs for so many years so that I can start the battle against the greatest adversary I will ever face? Why not call all my strengths around me and ask them to help me learn my weaknesses? Who else but my most loyal ally should I call upon to help me fight my greatest enemy? I’m already sadder and more defeated than I would like. The time has come to fight for my own truth and stop filling myself with endless lies and delusions to feel bigger than my dimensions, more beautiful than my image, and more valuable than my self-worth. Instead, I will grab my beliefs in one hand and my truth in the other and I will fight, with everything I have, the two handmade killers of my happiness - my weaknesses and the lies I tell myself. If I want to defeat the most desolate darkness in the world, the darkness that only a human sorrow can produce, if I want to come out again into the light woven by any beauty around me, if I want to be happy, I have to fight those two bodyguards of my sorrow who are constantly on the alert, ready to defend it. I will probably lose more times than I will win, I might even kneel and be in pain, but I will never surrender. I will charge my biggest weaknesses, not to hit them, nor to try to humiliate them, but to embrace them and try to come closer to them, to try to get to know them as well as it takes to disarm them by explaining them to myself. I will defend my happiness against anyone and anything that wants to fill me with the desolate darkness of their sorrow. The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
As long as I live not facing my weaknesses but playing hide and seek with them, I will be too afraid to feel proud of who I am, too careful to feel free, and too cowardly to be happy.
The unknown doesn’t die when it is defeated, but when it is learned. Death of negativity by explanation. No matter how many times I defeat the unknown, if I don't learn it, it will always find a way to be reborn, to grow inside me until it becomes strong enough to defeat me. What is a life spent handcuffed by my weaknesses on my sorrow worth? I will break the shackles and set myself free, I will feel and live as intensely as I can, and if that means I might be doing something that disappoints my weaknesses, so be it. I prefer to disappoint my weaknesses and make my strengths feel proud of me rather than the other way around. The banner of the revolution that I will raise against my sorrow is woven from all the times in my life I choose not to lie to myself. Its every wave and ripple wants to fill me with strength, with self-confidence so that I can rise up and fight my sorrow. That’s why it’s so valuable to me. This is my battle cry. This is the first step of my revolt. My whole happiness lives in this step. It smells like revolution! It smells like revolution! How proud am I to see my pathos, optimism, and enthusiasm ridding every drop of my blood, every thought I have in my head, and running frantically all over my body to perpetuate the trumpet of victory and freedom! The message of freedom is heard. It is heard from one end of my world to the other. My pathos, optimism, and enthusiasm want to grab my laziness, defeatism, and pessimism and lift them to dance until they dazzle them with their frantic energy and determination so much to convince them to undress their ugliness and negativity. The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
Every moment I choose to defend my happiness from the attacks of my weaknesses and those of the people around me, I feel so proud of who I am that I feel I’m touching the meaning of my life.
Let's become the lifetime rebels against our weaknesses instead of being their voluntary prisoners. Let’s stop allowing them to imprison us in the part of our character that we deliberately keep unknown, just so we can have a great excuse for not trying to escape. The most suffocating jail cell in the world is the part of our self-knowledge we’ve deliberately left unknown. I have been a prisoner of my weaknesses for so many years, and now is the time to get to know them as well as needed to not let them catch me whenever they want to imprison me in the part of my character I have intentionally left unknown. I don't want to live as a fugitive from my weaknesses, a fugitive who is constantly running to slip out of their disgusting tentacles. Instead, I want to become the lifetime rebel against them. This is how my life will find its purpose and value. This is how I will touch its meaning. Why should I allow my weaknesses to paint grey what I see around me before I start seeing it? Why should I let them steal all the pleasure, vitality and joy of life from it, and fill it instead with negativity, defeatism, and their darkness before I feel it? I owe a debt to my body. For all that I ask my body to give me every day, I have to rebel against my weaknesses and the sorrow they cause me to try to give it the quality of life it deserves. I owe it to my body, I owe it to the good fortune of being healthy, to rebel against my weaknesses and against the sorrow they cause me, and enjoy every breath, every gift of life that it doesn't stop giving me. It does so much for me, while I have done little for it. The relationship we have with our body is the most asymmetric relationship we’ll have during our lifetime. We treat it so unfairly! The only defeat in my life that I will be ashamed of, if I don't give all I have to win, is to admit that my weaknesses are stronger than me and that I don't have enough courage in me to rebel against them. I am not ready to live the rest of my life without raising my head to resist, to do something to take away from them the disgusting power they exert on me. The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
Our worst enemies are the ones we manufacture ourselves.
Nothing happens accidentally, even what seems to happen by accident. We avoid facing our weaknesses because we know we aren't willing to try hard enough to get to know them as well as needed to defeat them and so we will, most likely, end up losing to them. Instead of resisting our weaknesses and learning them as well as needed to disarm them so we can become better and happier, we allow them to defeat us and, in the process, make us worse people and more miserable. The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
Fight the problem you face, not yourself.
I've never felt prouder of myself than in those moments when, facing my own weaknesses, instead of lowering my head, I looked at them straight in the eyes and immediately started fighting the problem I was facing, instead of fighting myself. It was during those moments when, by refusing to bow my head to any kind of negativity that rushed straight at me, I rebelled against the sadness my weaknesses were causing me, and the lies I was ready to tell myself to avoid having any contact with the reality I lived in. I’ve never felt prouder of who I am than in those moments of my life I refused to believe the lies I was about to tell myself and instead, believed my truth, believed my beliefs. Every time I tell myself the truth, I defeat those weaknesses that push me to lie without even having to fight them. Every time I defend the truth of who I am, I defeat those weaknesses of mine that push me to betray it and tell the lies that they have made for me. Even luck can’t stand to always be random. Even luck can’t stand always being lucky. The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
Weak are those who avoid realizing their weaknesses.
Strong are those who know their weaknesses and omnipotent those who realize them. What did we accomplish, for thousands of years, by fighting, each of us on our own, the greatest enemy of our happiness - our weaknesses that produce our sadness? Isn’t it time we spoke to each other about them? Isn’t it time we generated the kind breeze that will dissolve the fog of our own sadness, and that of the people close to us? We will get rid of our sadness when we find a way to disperse the emotional fog we produce on our own to avoid seeing the truth of which part of our character gives birth to it or magnifies it. Perhaps our individual sorrows share more common components than we recognize. What have we gained for thousands of years by shamelessly promoting our strengths to each other while refusing to talk about our weaknesses? When will we finally stop hiding our weaknesses and bring them out into the light, so that we disarm them before they attack our happiness? Our happiness lives imprisoned and heavily guarded by our weaknesses in the part of our soul we have left unknown. It lives there waiting in agony for us to find the will and courage to dive in to find and identify those weaknesses of ours which give birth to or magnify our misery. How much more happiness will we let our weaknesses stand against a wall and execute? Why should we continue to furtively fight our sadness individually, each one lost in our personal fog generated to avoid, not just seeing, but realizing those weaknesses of ours that caused it? Perhaps, if we talked to each other, connected with each other, with our words and emotions, and joined forces against our weaknesses - the most ruthless enemy we’ll ever face - we might be able to stand a chance to repel, restrain and prevent them from making us as ugly as they are. We are the shooting range where our weaknesses practice their talents. Every moment we live, we walk towards our future, knowing they wait in ambush for the time we don’t feel so confident about ourselves, to take us by surprise, attack and ambush us, one by one, filling us with the pain and sadness they are made of. What did we accomplish all these years by fighting them on our own, alone, and isolated? Not much. Not much at all. Maybe it’s time we joined forces and confided in each other about what we did to get to know ourselves and our weaknesses a little better. Let’s not stop until we’re able to help each other generate the benevolent breeze that will scatter the fogs we ourselves make out of the lies we tell to avoid realizing how much smaller we are than the false dimensions we have given ourselves. Perhaps, that way, we’ll be able to help each other get up from the canvas mat on which the endless blows of our weaknesses have thrown us until we find a way, together, to defeat them. The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
A battle can be won in thousands of different ways, but lost only by a handful, each one made or magnified by our weaknesses.
Not only do we have incredible inner strength, but we know where we've hidden it: under our weaknesses. We've hidden our strengths under our weaknesses so we won’t easily find them and thus have an excuse for not becoming better and happier. We've hidden our strengths under our weaknesses to stop them from reminding us of how weak our lies have made us, and how strong we could be once we start telling ourselves the truth. We have a huge advantage. We are billions of different people on earth while our weaknesses are only a few. Our weaknesses are much more similar to each other than our strengths. We all, more or less, have the same basic weaknesses, which through time have ceaselessly destroyed serenity and happiness globally, by hiding our true capabilities from us, preventing us from being as good and as happy as we can be. There are fewer human flaws than we think because all of them are born by a few fundamental weaknesses. The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
The most eternal defeat of humanity is that after thousands of years, we have managed to defeat everyone and everything, except for our weaknesses.
Humankind’s greatest failure is that we managed to defeat so many opponents except the most important one: our weaknesses. If not, why is there so much failure and misery on earth? Misery is the proof of our defeat in the battle with our weaknesses, while happiness is the proof of our victory against them. For thousands of years, we have chosen to do what’s easy and not what’s right, leaving the most difficult battle last. Knowing that it will be the most atrocious battle we will ever fight, for centuries we have bowed our heads, blaming others for what is wrong with us and continue, with mathematical precision, to postpone taking part in the one battle in our life we have to fight to start the one revolution we need to start. Is it finally time to stop postponing it? We’ll feel proud of who we are when we feel proud of who we can become. Maybe, after countless delays, it is time to believe in our beliefs, raise our heads, stop living by ignoring our weaknesses, and try to find out whether we can manage to disarm them before they choke our lives with their ugliness, failure and, misery. So let the revolution begin against the greatest dictator, the greatest tyrant in the world. Knowledge is half a victory and self-knowledge is a whole happiness. Happiness is the explanation of sadness. We will become brighter than our darkness and happier than our misery when we manage to learn our weaknesses enough to disarm them. Let’s stop fearing becoming brighter than our darkness just so we don’t antagonize our weaknesses that produce it. Let's become brighter than our darkness. Let's become stronger than our weaknesses. The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
For thousands of years, by lying to ourselves, we’ve hidden our weaknesses, and became so complex that we've ended up unhappy. Perhaps if we do the opposite, if we tell the truth to ourselves and try to learn our weak...
What have we achieved by running to hide as far as we can from our weaknesses just to avoid upsetting all the lies we’ve told ourselves to avoid finding out the truth of who we are? The more we face our weaknesses, the more we will learn about them, the more real we become and the happier we will be! The more we turn our backs on them, the stronger they become, filling us with mistakes, defeats, and misery. What we have achieved over thousands of years, by avoiding our self-knowledge, is misery, no matter how successful we might have become. The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
The most important battle of our lives is not to surrender the world we live in to the sadness our weaknesses produce and not to let the world’s weaknesses become our sadness.
We all have a revolution inside us we that have to start: the revolution against our weaknesses. Let’s do everything so as not to surrender the world we live in to our weaknesses. Our happiness is the disarming of those weaknesses of ours that want to make us miserable. In our lifetime, nobody will defeat us more often and with such savagery than our own weaknesses. As long as we live rewarding what’s worst inside us, we will be creating an ugly and miserable life. Why should we reward the people who, having lost the battle with their own weaknesses, became the sad gladiators of their meanness and ugliness? Let’s not surrender the world to mean people! Let’s not surrender our happiness to their sadness. Let’s not surrender our happiness to the failure of others to manage their own weaknesses. EREGO. Everyone is a revolution of good. The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
The invisible battle that shapes the world more than any other, at any moment, is the battle against our weaknesses. Since it is easier to lose a battle than to win it, we end up losing the battle with our weaknesses ...
Let’s join forces. What have we accomplished after all these years with each of us fighting our ugliness, our weaknesses, on our own? How much longer must we wait to realize that our ugliness, whatever its form - meanness, sadness, or rage - decimates us whenever it finds us alone? Our weaknesses’ greatest strength is our intentional indifference towards them, our constant running away from them, our refusal to join forces and unite as one fist, one decision, one fight against them. That’s their strength and that’s our weakness. That’s why, for thousands of years, our weaknesses have never stopped ambushing us and, every time they found us alone and weak, managed to annihilate us. Let’s combine the knowledge each one of us has amassed about our weaknesses until, out of the countless whispers that found a way to unite, the most beautiful sound in the world will be born. Let’s create our next courageous decision out of every step back we refuse to take in our life while facing our weaknesses. Let's create the next step forward from each time we managed to explain our weaknesses to ourselves before we allow them to become the preferred weapons of our pessimism. Let’s unite all the “maybes” which, disappointed by how little we believe in them, frantically trying to escape our lips, and use them to generate a resounding “yes” that will roar around our world, spreading the beauty and resolve of our soul. It is the beauty of our soul we dress up as pathos, enthusiasm, and optimism that we share with any soul around us that is ready to find the greatest barrier in her and place it in front of her owner’s misery. A smile has the courage to become the full stop that will stand in front of even the largest misery to prevent it from penetrating our lives and destroying our happiness even more. A smile that we believe in has the power to disarm a thousand sadnesses. The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
Happiness is a soul’s laughter. The most beautiful sound in the world is the sound of a person’s laughter who, having managed to disarm those weaknesses of theirs that produce their ugliness, found a way to feel beau...
There’s no one our weaknesses hate more than us. There’s no one they want to hurt more than us. How many more fights are we willing to lose to our weaknesses? How much more hatred, agony, malice, guilt, and sadness are we going to let them fill our lives with? If for thousands of years, they've managed with such predictability to individually defeat us, the only thing left for us to do is to join forces and find a way to disarm them. The time has come for us to become our next right decision. The time has come for us to become one truth, one battle cry, one victory, not against any opponent, but against the most ruthless and savage enemy we will ever face. Whoever believes more in kindness than in meanness, more in humaneness than in bitterness, more in the truth of their pathos than the lies of their apathy, more in the power of their dreams than in the vacillating asterisks their cowardice endlessly fills their life with, and finally, more in the quest for the freedom a brave decision is made of rather than in the invisible jail cell built by the countless ‘no's’ they’ve told their optimism, it’s time to take a step forward and allow their soul to become one with the soul of others who feel the same. It’s time for us to stand tall against the desolate makers of our ugliness and prevent them from making us as miserable as they are. Whoever believes more in the powerful message of beauty hidden in the refusal of a hand to become a punch than in the humiliation a swearword thirsts to spawn, it’s time they took a step forward and join the strength, pathos, beliefs, and purity of their soul with that of other people who feel the same, so that we can all become as happy as the beauty of our soul and not as sad as her ugliness. The most important decision of our lives is waiting for us to decide. Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let's become the lifetime rebels against them.
The hidden cost of education is that, by deifying logic for all the victories it can give us, we often become too logical to be happy.
Let’s live dancing with the bluest part of the sky instead of crying on the shoulders of the deepest spot of the abyss.
Let’s never become the laughter that was never laughed. Let’s never become the smile we nailed to the back of our tears. We are a beautiful, happy hot air balloon trying to defeat its cowardice so it can untie itself from its sadness and take off to visit the bluest part of the sky and ask it to dance with it. Let’s never become a happy hot air balloon overflowing with smiles that spends a large part of its life nailed to the back of our tears just so we can avoid discovering all those places our joy can fly us to. Let’s never become a beautiful, happy hot air balloon overflowing with laughter, joy, generosity, compassion, pleasure, and optimism that our weaknesses have strongly tied with the most convoluted knots to the tears, sadness, laziness, emotional stinginess, coldness, and misery we have allowed them to produce for us.
Let’s live by translating our soul’s beauty into happiness and not turning her ugliness into the pain and misery of the people around us.
I won’t hide from you, life. And more importantly, I won’t hide from the lies I’ve told myself. On the contrary, I will stand on the highest summit of my soul so you can see me better. I will live as intensely as I need to so that I’ll become so real, and so synchronized with my beliefs, that I will scare all the lies I’ve told myself. I want to make them run away in fear so they let me be so close to my real self that I won’t be able to be anything else but happy. I will live as intensely as I can, standing right next to my truth on the bastions of my character, defending my beliefs, not hiding among those alluring-yet-shady lies of mine and my highly promising, but completely dishonest delusions. My soul, let your beauty become my next celebration, let your humanity become my warmest caress, let your intensity become my next decisive step forward towards the place I should have been already, if only I believed in you so much that I could not bear lying to you.
If I want to be happy, I will have to allow myself to become more vulnerable than safe.
I’d rather be vulnerable and happy than safe and miserable. Safety and happiness often become the two most undeclared opponents in the world. They dislike and fight each other every chance they get. I’d rather live moving forward, holding the truth of who I am in one hand and the risk of its discovery in the other, than hiding behind my lies. As long as I refuse to tell the truth to myself, I will live agonizing about when my cowardice and the fears of mine that produce my lies will discover me. I will live exploring its every moment, trying to find as much of the joy, creation, and happiness it has in it as I can. My life will finally belong to me only when I accept that I belong to every breath of mine and not the other way around.
People who are afraid haven’t been anywhere, no matter how many places they’ve visited.
The safest and most miserable traveler is the one who doesn’t travel. Let’s liberate ourselves from those weaknesses of ours that have tied us to our sadness. Our weaknesses know how to enslave us by using the lies we tell ourselves as ropes to tie us to our fears so we can’t become the people our strengths can turn us into. Let’s convert our pathos and enthusiasm into the two wings that, with a single thrust, will cut and free us from the thick ropes we have let our weaknesses use to tie us to everything that is willing to steal our happiness from us. Let’s not untie them, but cut them, so that nobody, including ourselves, can tie us back to our tears again.
Let’s respect our happiness enough
to stop donating it to our problems.
People who live by throwing smiles into the darkness betray their optimism
enough to lose access to their own light.
Let’s stop living by throwing smiles into the darkness. Let’s stop donating our life to ugliness. People who keep donating their happiness to their problems feel as much like cowards as necessary to be miserable. Let’s stop allowing our problems to abduct us from our happiness and steal life from our lives. Let’s stop surrendering minutes, hours and entire days to the misery produced by our weaknesses. It’s those weaknesses of ours which, dressed as pessimism and defeatism, anxiously and impatiently load our words and deeds with anxiety and agony to kill any joy, creativity and happiness we are trying to fill our life with. We will never be given a chance to relive the time we wasted by allowing our weaknesses to immobilize us, to freeze us by filling us with stress, anxiety and a feeling of incompetence. Let’s not just feel sad about the defeats we suffer by the various problems and negativity we face, because, once they pass, we will have forgotten them, but we will have forever thrown away the time we wasted bemoaning them.
Let’s resist negativity. Let's stop wasting time and happiness mourning the problems we face, and let's find out which weaknesses created or magnified them.
Pessimism does not solve problems, it just makes them bigger, making us feel like such losers and so weak that we feel unable to solve them. The tough times of our lives will prove to us how much more we believe in our beliefs than we are afraid of our weaknesses!
Our beliefs make us who we would like to be. Let us believe them.
To rebel against our weaknesses
is the most important decision of our life.
It’s the one decision that can help us more than any other to achieve success and happiness. We owe our success to revolt against those weaknesses of ours that produce our failure. We owe our happiness to revolt against those weaknesses of ours that produce our sadness. The revolution against our weaknesses is so significant because it’s a rebellion against our biggest opponent and our only enemy, the one that hates us the most and has harmed us more than anything else during our lifetime. The rebellion against our weaknesses is the most important decision in our life because it’s a revolution against the biggest producer of our sadness. If we don’t rebel against the enemy that has caused us the most harm in our life, who are we going to rebel against? Which battle can be worth more than the battle of liberating ourselves from the pain of sorrow, by throwing away the shackles our weaknesses won’t stop making? Every time a person rebels against their weaknesses, a global rebellion against ugliness begins. Victory by explanation. Strength is the explanation of weakness. Happiness is the explanation of sadness. Strength is the explanation of what wants to makes us weak. Happiness is the explanation of what wants to make us sad. Instead of living our life passively, waiting for it to toss our weaknesses in our face whenever it wants, let’s rush at them. Not to attack them, but to get to know them as well as we need to to disarm them before they fill us with the mistakes, defeats, shame of who we are and sorrow they so efficiently keep on producing for us. A smile is born every moment we revolt against our weaknesses and a tear every time we bow our head to them and continue to let them make us as miserable as they are.
The most important decision of our life
is waiting for us to decide.
Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin, and let us become lifetime rebels against them.
We will enjoy our life
when we realize the uniqueness of its every moment.
No matter how much alike they look,
every glance, every hug, every contact with the people around us is unique. It is a brand new opportunity we have never had before,
and will never have again,
to throw color into the colorless,
purpose into zero,
passion into the yawn,
smiles into frigidity,
humanity into victory,
spontaneity into lifelessness,
surprise into routine,
compassion into indifference,
optimism into our worst fears
and, lastly, the most joyful spring day
in the middle of the most disillusioned winter night. We are always searching to find the unique when we have it right in front of us:
every moment of our life.
We choose not to realize the uniqueness of every moment of our lives so as not to feel bad about failure to live it.
Even identical moments of our lives like to be different. No two moments in life are the same, even if they appear to be identical. If we comprehend this, we will fill our life with joy, creativity and happiness because we will realize that, if we don’t do it right now, will never be able to do it. The uniqueness of every moment we live is the key to its enjoyment. Life is full of moments that look the same, but aren’t. Every moment of our lives is unique, as long as we let ourselves be free to realize it. It is unique as long as we do not belittle it, as long as we let it show us what it is made of. By doing as little as possible or, by constantly doing the same things, we minimize the possibility of doing something different that will forcibly toss us onto the four great triumphs of weakness: the mistakes, defeats, shame of who we are and sorrow that our weaknesses create. We’ll make a giant leap towards our happiness when we stop allowing the lies we tell ourselves, made our weaknesses, appear fewer and smaller than they are. We bury every breath of ours when we don’t do everything we can to enjoy it. We kill every moment of our lives we don’t respect and thus refuse to live. Every breath is a brand-new opportunity to translate our lives to joy, creation and happiness.
We are a society that,
by producing a lot more lies than it can consume lives closer to the next teardrop than the next smile.
We are too good at hiding the most precious, most unusual and most interesting parts of our character, while showing the most emotionally bankrupt, boring and ordinary. We rarely show our most valuable treasures because, after all these years of practice, we are so much more comfortable in showing our lies than showing our truth. The cost of not wanting to do something with ourselves that might cause a negative reaction to the people around us is that we usually show them the most dull, unexciting, unoriginal and fake parts of our character, while keeping the most fascinating, unique, interesting, and real parts hidden deep within us. The better we become at showing our lies to others, the better we become at hiding our happiness from ourselves. We show the parts of our character that we think are easier to sell, the superficial, instantly seductive parts and we hide the most fascinating which, because they are more truthful than we can bear, are more raw, more difficult to digest, less polished, less agreeable, and thus, much harder to sell. Anyway, who wants to hear the hard and untamed truth when they can keep on living consuming, obedient and accommodating lies? Only the people who want to be happy.
Afraid are the people who can’t love.
As long as I love someone, I fear nobody.
I will live by fearing nothing,
not because I’m brave,
but because, by letting my soul free to love everything, I won’t feel th...
I will live a life woven from all the “yeses” the beauty of who I am makes and not the “nos” made by the ugliness I can often become. I will live setting aside the tempting offers of my lies and daring to be so true that I’ll be able to defeat not only the cleverest lies I can come up with, but the most ingenious fakeness the world around me generates as well. I will live fighting on the side of all that wants to make me real and beautiful, defending it against all that wants to make me fake and ugly. I will live by letting my soul free, as often as I can, to overflow with so much beauty that she will make everything around me less sad. Every time beauty wins, happiness is born, and every time ugliness wins, beauty dies. I will live by being in love with as many of my life’s moments as I can, watching my most intense emotions escape any weakness of mine that is desperately trying to catch them, turning themselves into beauty and, right after that, love. CALILO. I will create a life I will fall in love with. Rarely does beauty not give birth to the happiest emotions because rarely does beauty not have more truth in it than anything else around it.
Happiness will go where truth already is.
I will live and feel as intensely as I can because only then will I be able to find in my words and deeds the truth of who I am, and with it, my happiness. Only then I will feel as strong as needed to liberate myself from the part of my character that wants to make me as mediocre, scared, pessimistic and cowardly as I need to feel sad. Why live just by trying a couple of bites of life, letting them just touch my palate and then spit them out? I want to drink in one gulp every moment I live and let it pierce me from end to end until it is grounded in the most sensitive, the most benevolent part of my soul, to make me feel it so strongly that I persuade it to forever become a part of who I am. I want to live a life during which I will keep on inviting every beautiful moment I find in front of me to dive into me and be grounded forever in my soul to become a permanent part of who I am, a part of my truth. I will not be disappointed every time reality, disguised as misfortune, defeat, difficulty, negativity or problems, tosses my weaknesses in my face to make me feel ashamed of who I am. I will look at them straight in the eyes and, I will not fight to avenge them for all the pain they have filled me with, but embrace them tightly until I get to know them as well as I can. I want to get to know them so well that I manage to disarm them, make them lose the authority they have over me and allow me to live freely, away from their enslaving shadow. I’ll never find again, I’ll never be able to reproduce or re-live, those moments I surrendered to negativity without a fight. I will live a life where, as often as I can, I will go where my soul and her truth already are.
Seeing the ugliness, whatever form it takes - malice, misery, aggression, negativity - constantly defeating the happiness of the people around me and seeing how much useless misery is born in the world and how much usefu...
Black clouds have an equal right to the sky as its blue does.
Negativity will take over as a big part of our life as we let it. As long as we refuse to learn which weaknesses of ours produce or magnify negativity, we give it the right to be as big a part of our life as it wants. Let’s not bow our heads to anything negative that happens to us without a fight, and let’s do our best to prevent it from stealing our time, from stealing hours, days and even entire months from our life. Let’s not allow negativity to upset us without reacting, without searching in our self-knowledge to discover which of our weaknesses have become its allies and are already fighting against us. We’ll never find them again; we can never reproduce or re-live those moments we surrendered to negativity without a fight.
Fall asleep every night having fought everything that wants to make you mean as hard as you can,
while hugging as tightly as you can
everything that wants to make you as compassionate as you need to be happy.
All I want to have in me the last moment of every day of my life is my soul overflowing with countless unused punches, punches I chose to never affix to my fists to hurt someone, along with countless silent swearwords.
It’s those swearwords that, though I tried to fill my soul to the brim with my rage as fast as I could,
in the end, I decided to keep inside me
and not let out of my lips, so they wouldn’t become the pain and misery of the people around me, especially those I love. All I want to have in me on the last moment of every day of my life is the sweet echo left behind
by of all the carefree festivities and spontaneous celebrations spawned by the souls of the people who crossed my life
the moment they managed to connect with my own.
All I want to have in me on the last moment of every day of my life is every instant my kindness that managed to disarm my weaknesses, reach my malice
and hug it so hard that it made its suffering stop,
every moment the silky emotions of my soul
found a way to become a caress which wrapped my fist
until it stopped feeling the wretched need to attack anymore. All I want to have in me on the last moment of every day of my life
is every moment when a sunbeam born in my soul by a person’s love found the courage to kiss my personal darkness
until it convinced it to stop wanting to be so dark,
every instant the truth I’m made of
rushed to embrace the lie I was about to invent,
convincing it to stop hiding every part of my character from me
that wants to reward me and not punish me
for the person I have become. All I want to have in me on the last moment of every day of my life is every moment my joy found a way to explain to my sadness why it shouldn’t be as pessimistic as my cowardice,
every moment when the sublime aroma of the soul of every person I loved found the answers to the persistent questions the most sullied part of my own soul asked me, every moment their optimism and generosity managed to create something beautiful
out of the wreckage my meanness left behind while touring my world to promote
my most desperate but talented weaknesses. Lastly, all I want to have in me
on the last moment of every day of my life
is every hug and kiss of the people I loved
that found a way to run faster than my coldness
so that it could make the next moments of our common life look more like benevolent sunshine
than a destructive tempest.
This incredibly sweet echo,
which, through the years, found a way to mutate
from simple, ordinary memories into powerful emotions and eventually into the most beautiful colors of my soul
is all I want found in me on that moment.
That and nothing else.
Be moderate to survive and extreme to enjoy.
Moderate people survive and extreme people enjoy their lives. People who betray their uniqueness just survive their life and people who defend it, enjoy it. We often have to decide whether we want the protection offered by the center of our character, along with the boredom created by the feeling of absolute security, or the enjoyment and the risk offered by its extremities. If we choose to live in the center of our character, let’s accept, without protesting, that pleasure abhors security because security provides the safety of logic, while simultaneously removing the necessary truth of a soul that happiness needs to thrive. Let’s stop hiding in the center of our character, in our mediocrity, to avoid doing something new, intense and extreme that might bring us into contact with the possible mistake, defeat, shame of who we are and the misery our weaknesses produce or magnify. At the extremes of our character lives our soul, our emotions and our truth, while at its center lives any mixture of soul and logic, any mixture of truth and lie we need to deploy at any given moment in order to survive. Neutrality, elasticity, and the lies our logic invents thrive in the center of our character, while at its edges only the pure, the absolute and the non-negotiable can survive the huge deposits of truth that exist there.
Life is not a rehearsal, it’s the one and only show.
Life is not a rehearsal for the next one, so, let's live it because every breath our body gives us is a once in a lifetime opportunity we will never get again, no matter how intelligent, capable, strong and successful we are. No matter how many rehearsals we perform to become better, each moment of our lives is not a rehearsal for the next, but the one and only opportunity we get to live it. Life is not a rehearsal of what comes after, so let’s live it, because every single breath our body gives us is a unique opportunity we will never be given again. Who else gives us fifteen gifts, one every four seconds, during every minute of our life? Especially when we don’t even ask for it. We’re so ungrateful and so asymmetrical! Who receives fifteen presents every minute of their life and doesn’t even feel the slightest need to thank their donor?
Every four seconds our body produces, out of our lungs, the greatest little gift one can give us:
the most incredible yet common miracle in the world, our whole life wrapped in a breath!
A breath is our whole life wrapped in a bit of air. A breath is the smallest- priceless life. A breath is another postponement of the ultimate zero, death, another wonderful opportunity to move aside the zero we ourselves allow our cowardice to make for us by refusing to enjoy, create and be happy. Every breath is a brand-new tiny life - a life we have never seen before, even if we had already experienced something similar in the past. Every four seconds our body gives us a brand-new gift we can use to fill our life, and that of the people around us, with as much compassion, kindness, festivity, joy, beauty and creativity we can! As much as we can, you hear? So, as long as our body keeps on giving us gifts wrapped in opportunities it has tucked into breaths, let’s do something about it, let’s reciprocate its generosity by creating as much beauty as we can for ourselves and the world around us. Maybe our most frequent invisible self-injury is our refusal to open the gift our body gives us in every breath, so we won’t live an experience that will push us to do something different, something intense that might show and prove to us the truth of who we are. It’s incredible how many invisible defeats we cause ourselves: we suffer every day of our lives for every visible defeat caused by others!
Why live by refusing to accept all the gifts our life wants to give us? Why live by throwing away its gifts before we even open them? Our body never stops giving us a gift every four seconds. However, we hesitate, feel afraid, and often accept them without even opening them to see what’s inside. Have we ever asked ourselves why we don’t feel grateful for all those gifts our body keeps giving us through the years? Let’s put aside those weaknesses of ours that make us so greedy that we end up being emotionally stingy, and so arrogant that we end up being miserable beggars for a few crumbs of happiness. We throw our own breaths into the garbage every time we, out of greed and arrogance, convince ourselves to ignore them because something more interesting and more valuable will be coming. Let’s open every gift our body gives us without giving it that arrogant look, without belittling it, without drowning it with those appalling asterisks of indifference we so often use to justify to ourselves why we were afraid, why we backed away and forgot to live it and translate it into smiles. Max Most Apogee. Let’s live our life feeling, enjoying and creating as intensely as we can. Why, out of the millions of breaths and gifts our body has given us to live, have we chosen to disregard and never even open to see what’s inside most of them? Let’s stop surrendering our life to our weaknesses by living in constant fear of doing something that is intense enough and true enough that it might lead us to a mistake, a defeat or those weaknesses of ours that caused it. We trust what we know, fear what we don’t and dread what we’ve intentionally left unknown. If we want to stop being afraid of the future, let us learn the person who will create it: ourself. This way, we will stop drowning in the dream and agony that the unknown produces inside us.
Since happiness is our most valuable acquired good, then the factor that deprives us of it - our weaknesses - is the one adversary in the world that we must defeat before we can even begin to fight anyone else.
Before we start fighting any opponent we find in front us, let us realize that we are already fighting the only enemy we have in the world: our weaknesses. Is there a higher cause that’s more important in our life than victory in the rebellion against our sadness and those weaknesses of ours that produce it? I don’t know if I’ll win, but I know that I will feel very proud if I spend every last drop of sweat, every last good idea in my mind, every last bit of emotional energy I have in my soul, to get to know my weaknesses as well as I need to prevent them from dominating me and destroying my happiness. I will do everything I can to know and understand my weaknesses. I don’t know if I’ll make it but, no matter how excited or disappointed I get on the way, I will never surrender to them.
I will never surrender to the only enemy I have in the world. I will never surrender to my weaknesses which daily do their best to break me, locking me up in the invisible cell of pain they weave out of every moment I gutlessly lower my head, take a step back and refuse not only to fight them, but to even acknowledge them. I will learn them as well as I need to to turn them off and steal away their power to dominate me. On the contrary, I will find a way to make the rest of my life much better than what I lived so far. The opposite of wrong is right. If hiding my weaknesses has led me to misery, I will reveal them and get to know them as well as I need to disarm them, so that I can become happy.
The most important decision of our life
is waiting for us to decide.
Let the revolution against our weaknesses begin and let us become lifetime rebels against them.
Life often likes to become an impossible choice
between success and happiness.
Life often likes to become an impossible choice
between any victory and the greatest victory of all - happiness.
There is no third fork in the road. Every moment we live, we either tell ourselves the truth and become as real as we need to be happy, or we lie to ourselves and become as fake as we need to be miserable.
Castles fall from within.
No one can defeat us
if we are not weak enough to lose.
No one can make us sad
if we are not weak enough to feel miserable.
Gravity defeats only whoever can’t defeat it. Everything that can no longer bear to stand up, gets demolished. Castles fall when they become too weak to stand.
If success and happiness were free,
then all the people in the world
would be extremely successful and deliriously happy and failure and sadness
would have long disappeared
from the face of the earth.
No sweat, risk and truth: no happiness. Let’s realize that, as long as we choose not to learn our weaknesses because we want to avoid coming into contact with the truth of who we are, which are its most painful and ugly part, we become as fake as we need to be miserable. We are either happy or miserable. There’s no third fork in the road. Every moment we live we either tell ourselves the truth and become as real as we need to be happy or tell ourselves lies and become as fake as we need to be miserable.
Start your souls! Start your souls and throw away the key so you will never turn them off again.
Max most apogee. Let's live, create, celebrate and feel as intensely as we can. Let’s live with our souls feeling the maximum, our arms wide open and our lips ready to grasp as much of our inner beauty as they can from the shyest, most vulnerable spots of our soul to transform it into the next smile of the people around us. Let's turn our souls on and let all their immense, indomitable pathos and enthusiasm produce the emotions with which they will paint the world around us with so much truth that they will make it rediscover where it hid its beauty. If we endure to be brave enough to let it come out, a soul’s truth can instantly become the most profound beauty in the world. 16 Every moment we enjoy life, we defeat ugliness by disarming our weaknesses, without even having to fight them. Every moment we enjoy life, we disarm everything that wishes to make us sad. Max most apogee. Let's get to know our weaknesses as well as needed to disarm them and allow our strengths to make us as strong and self–reliant as necessary for us to be happy. We will become our best selves when we disarm those weaknesses of ours which want us to become our worst self. Every excuse we use not to live our life to the max is no less than a death sentence we inflict upon ourselves. Let's set aside those fears that prevent us from finding out which weaknesses of ours hate our happiness most, and create a life that is so beautiful we will end up falling in love with. We will become strong when we disarm what makes us weak. We will be happy when we disarm what makes us sad.
If success and happiness were free, then all the people in the world would be extremely successful and deliriously happy while failure and sadness would have long disappeared from the face of the earth. There is no free ...
No sweat, risk and truth: no happiness. Let’s realize that, as long as we choose not to learn our weaknesses because we want to avoid coming into contact with the truth of who we are, which are its most painful and ugly part, we become as fake as needed to be miserable. We are either happy or miserable. There’s no third fork in the road. Every moment we live we either tell ourselves the truth and become as real as needed to be happy or tell ourselves lies and become as fake as needed to be miserable.
Let us live producing beauty or celebrating the beauty others have produced.
I will ask the hearts of the people close to me to give me all the warm embraces they have hidden in their most beautiful emotions, before my logic lays its hands on them and turns them into cold, uninterested, stiff handshakes. I will also ask them to share with me all the joyful moments of their past which they chose to forget to avoid comparing them with their present and realize how much happier they were then. I will live by asking my logic to give back to the people close to me all the happiness and emotional sunshine I stole from their souls and any part of their beauty they didn’t manage to hide in time to save it from the attacks of my ugliness. Moreover, I will ask my logic to give back to me all the carefreeness my fear of living my life to the max convinced me to turn into cowardly apathy rather than courageous enthusiasm. I will live a life during which, whenever I can’t find enough emotional honesty in me to construct words with my lips and deeds with my fingertips that make me proud of who I am, I will celebrate the beauty created by the words and deeds of the people around me. I want to feel so emotionally honest that I find the courage to let my words and actions seek in the souls of the people around me that part of their beauty which will help me explain my ugliness to myself. Every moment we explain to ourselves what makes us feel ugly, we realize how much undiscovered beauty we still have in us.
Every moment we enjoy life, we defeat the ugliness our weaknesses produce, without even having to fight them.
Every moment we enjoy life, we disarm everything that wants to make us ugly.
When logic hits the brakes, pleasure accelerates.
Often, pleasure begins where logic refuses to go. Where was our logic during the ten happiest moments of our lives? Absent. Absent, because it was our soul that was busy creating them. Every time I can’t find where to go next, I won’t allow my logic to manufacture the most logical, well–calculated next steps for me wear on my feet so as to move so far ahead that I won’t be able to see where I started from. Instead, I will ask my soul to teach me how to dance as often as I can with my life, not only when I’m in a good mood and feel great about myself, but when I’m sad. Especially then. That’s when I need my soul the most. The moments I feel small is when I most need what makes me feel grand. The uglier I feel, the more I need my beauty. The lower I’ve fallen, the more I need the two wings of my soul, my pathos and enthusiasm, to drag me out of my sadness’s handcrafted darkness and pull me back into the light. The times in my life I need my soul the most are the ones when I feel my knees buckle under the heaviest load a person can carry; the five triumphs of their weakness: the lies, mistakes, defeats, the shame of who they are and the sadness their weaknesses give birth to. I will explain to myself what makes me feel smaller than my dimensions so that I won’t feel obliged to carry my weaknesses when I travel to the happiest moments of my life.
The most beautiful moments of our life are those when we feel so content and proud of the truth of who we are, that we no longer feel the slightest need to lie to ourselves.
The world we live in has more emotions than we can feel, more beauty than we can see, more kindness than our soul can take in. So, let’s cast aside any rejection, any ‘no’ we toss out of our mouth without even thinking it through, and any rule and regulation we, or others, have made that steals from us our freedom to feel any emotion we want. Let us push aside any doubt that abducts our optimism and any asterisk we place on our courage to stop us from being more brave than our pessimism can handle. Let's bypass any trap set by our most logical but fearful arguments to stop our soul from making us feel emotions so extreme that we end up becoming one with our truth. Let’s allow our pathos and enthusiasm to kick the doors of our soul wide open until we’re able, not only to feel her incredible strength, but let her sweep us along to the point where we believe in our emotions so much that we won’t feel ashamed of the person they make us. The most beautiful moments in our life are those when we believe so strongly in the truth our emotions are showing us, that we no longer feel the slightest need to lie to ourselves. How valuable is our soul’s beauty if we don’t have the courage to stand up and help it make our ugliness less ugly?
Life is the art of managing the negative. Happiness is the proper management of misery. Victory is the proper management of defeat. Beauty is the proper management of ugliness. Strength is the proper management of weakne...
Happiness is the proper management of any reason that wants to make us miserable. Not only do we paint the world around us with the emotions of our soul, but we have found a way to erase it as well. Unable to find happiness in the beauty inside us, we often live by smudging the beauty of the world around us so that it does not remind us of how ugly we feel.
The only way to make sure our life is filled to the brim is to overflow it.
By filling our life slowly, we will never find out how much more it needs to become full. Happiness is a glass that wants to overflow before it is even full. On the contrary, sadness is a glass that will never overflow, no matter how much we keep filling it. Our sadness, gathering strength from our weaknesses, knows how to become bigger than us. No matter how much we fill it with new reasons to be sad, it always needs more to reach the brim. Unlike a thought that always finds a way to fit and adjust to the boundaries of the logic that produced it, an emotion is born to overflow and passionately bolt out of the soul that bore it. Bursting with tremendous energy, it wants to proclaim to the world what it felt by filling it with its most intense colors.
It’s often more profitable to become someone else, if you don’t mind the misery that comes from deserting who you are.
The real cost of truth is that we can’t become someone else without disowning who we are. My truth is my private Ithaca. No matter how far away I might temporarily wander from the truth of who I really am by lying to myself, my truth will be the private Ithaca that will always wait for me to return to it. The happiest moments of my life are those during which all my lies and delusions, seeing me feel as serene and as true as my truth, rush away from me in a panic, realizing that I will no longer be their favorite firing range where they can practice their ugliness whenever they feel like it. My life sees this and is moved to tears, because it realizes the value of these moments, and sets me free to fall in love with it. It sets me free to fall in love with any of its moments where I believed in my beliefs so much that I became so real that I couldn't be anything else but happy. I will believe in my beliefs until I feel so solid and so pure that I ask the people I love to allow their emotions to dive deep inside me to catch and take out all the beautiful words or deeds of mine that my lies never allowed me to even see, let alone touch. I will then ask the people I love to start painting the world around me with them, until I realize how much more I believe in beauty than in ugliness. CALILO. I will create a life I will fall in love with. Every person on Earth has their private Ithaca. We all have an Ithaca to return to because we need the truth of who we are to make us feel happy, more than we need our lies to make us feel successful. Happiness is the realization of how much more we believe in the kindness of beauty than in the malice of ugliness.
Celebrate happiness and explain sadness. To enjoy life, let’s celebrate beauty by showering the people around us with our happiness and disarm ugliness by explaining our sadness to ourselves, until we’re not sad anymore....
We will defeat sadness, one explanation at a time. Every moment we manage to explain to ourselves the real reason why we are sad, we disarm another part of our sadness.
We’ll enjoy life when we celebrate as much as we can everything that wants to make it beautiful and disable as quickly as we can everything that wants to make it ugly.
Have you ever seen anyone find happiness while walking among the wreckage their meanness has caused to the world around them? Have you ever seen happy people inflict pain on those closest to them? Have you ever seen miserable people radiating joy? Since our emotions are the only things in the world which, the more we give to people around us, the more we end up having, when we make the world around us happier with our words and deeds, we end up feeling happier. Contrarily, when we fill it with our ugliness, the uglier we’ll feel. So, let’s fill the world around us with as much beauty as we have in us and get to know ourselves as well as needed to disarm those weaknesses of ours which produce our ugliness. Every moment of our lives, we either share with those around us the celebrations or the open wounds, the flowers or the garbage we have in our soul. So, let us discover which weaknesses of ours have already started forming the next words that will come out of our mouth, or the next deeds that will come out of our hands, which will demand to fill the world around us with the pain of those injuries of ours we have left untreated.
We are only worthy of our dreams we give birth to as reality.
Life, we won’t hide from you! We won’t hide. Instead, we’ll urge you to gather all your power, all your might, no matter how positive or negative, and plunge inside us to test us, test our stamina and taste our dreams. Dance as much as you want with our optimism, pathos and enthusiasm until you discover how much more determined than our own doubts, and how much stronger than our weaknesses we are. Kiss us on the mouth or spit in our face, caress us to see if we deserve our humanity or push us away hard to see if we deserve our tenacity, but don’t turn your back on us before you tell us what you feel for us. Toss in our face the scariest darkness you can conjure or grant us generously the most sparkling light you have no need for, but, we beg of you, don’t force us to swim in the gray shadows of cowardice that our need to be vague keeps on producing, just to discover if we deserve to safely land on the only beach in Ithaca that does not drown its castaways. Happiness will go where truth is already.
We live at the mercy of everything we leave unexplained.
We will become bigger than our dimensions when we stop allowing everything we leave undefined and unexplained to make us feel as fake as needed to feel smaller than our dimensions.
Not only we will we not find our happiness in the misery we cause to those closest to us, but in it we will discover an even larger part of our own sadness. Often, it is a part of our own sadness which we never even knew...
The only thing we will find in the misery we cause to the people around us is an even larger part of our own misery; sometimes a part of it we’ve never experienced before because we hid it all too well.
Victory by explanation. Strength is the explanation of weakness. Happiness is the explanation of sadness.
Strength is the explanation of what wants to make us weak. Happiness is the explanation of what wants to make us sad. Strength is the disarming of weakness. We will become strong when we disarm what makes us weak. We are so afraid of our weaknesses that we choose to leave them unknown rather than getting to know them and being forced to realize how much stronger they are than us. We live by converting our strengths into victories and our weaknesses into defeats. We live around our true dimensions. By becoming stronger than our weaknesses or weaker than our strengths, we become bigger or smaller than our dimensions.
The sky’s blue is made out of every cloud we refused to throw in it.
Our optimism is assembled by every pessimism we didn’t drag into tomorrow.
As long as we are not proud of ourselves enough to like who we are, we become our own Trojan horse that will open the gate for our opponents to invade us and shame us.
As long as we do what is right and not what is easy, by telling the truth to ourselves, we will feel proud of who we are and will like ourselves as much as we must to defend ourselves from the attacks of the reality we live in and the people around us. Why protect something or someone we don’t like? We protect from our weaknesses what we love and leave undefended from them all that we don’t care for. Conversely, when we choose to do what is easy by lying to ourselves, we don’t feel proud of who we are because we feel we are constantly hunted by the truth we refused to utter.
Either we say the truth or we lie and get hunted by the truth we refuse to say.
We live chasing the lies we’ve told, asking them to help us tell more lies, while we are hunted by the truth we refuse to say. People who lie to themselves can’t even determine who they will become or what their future will be, because they live running to avoid being caught by the truth they refuse to say. We either surrender our future to our lies to make it sad or offer it to our truth to make it happy.
We lie to convince ourselves that we are already the person we will never succeed in becoming.
If we were sure we would succeed in becoming the person we want to be, we wouldn’t lie about it. If there is one thing that makes us better as we grow older, it is our ability to hide our weaknesses behind our strengths, especially our cowardice. We know though very well, no matter how much we hide them, how many lies we’ve told to convince ourselves that we already are the person we'll never succeed in becoming.
Being prisoners of our lies, we became the prison guards of our truth.
By making the truth our prisoner, we became the prisoners of our lies. Let us stop celebrating the cheap victories our mind gives us with the help of lies it manufactures, thus continuing to remain prisoners of our worst selves, and let us allow our soul to express the truth so it can liberate us from our ugliness.
Truth is the ultimate beauty, no matter how ugly it seems to be.
The uglier the truth, the more valuable it is. Truth is not ugly. On the contrary, it is the most beautiful thing in the world. We ourselves make it ugly because every time it reveals itself from under the lies we’ve being hiding it, it fills us with pain. How greedy we’ve become to demand that the hiding of truth be free, without any cost?
Since truth loves black or white, happiness hates any version of gray which our lies invent.
On the contrary, the lies we make from our fear of facing truth adore any version of gray that suits them. No matter with how many victories and defeats we fill our lives, let us never become people who, in order to avoid knowing the truth of who they are by touching their own extremes, by touching their own black or white, choose to become so ambiguous that they get lost in the most cowardly and frightened gray they have inside them, as much as they needed not to be able to find their happiness.
With every truth we say to ourselves we defeat our sadness, and with every lie we help our sadness defeat us.
We live closer than we think to liberation from everything that makes us feel sad. We use truth to defeat the sadness our lies create more than to defeat the lies themselves. We live a truth away from liberation from our sadness.
Truth is the most exquisite beauty. Truth is the most exquisite l beauty because it is born to defeat the ugliness in which our lies have drowned the world.
Nothing makes the world more beautiful at any given moment than truth, no matter how much temporary pain it entails. There is no truth that doesn’t uncover the lies with which we have covered it. Truth is born to defeat the lie. By uncovering the lies with which we’ve covered it, truth produces temporary pain and permanent smiles, whereas lies only give birth to temporary relief and permanent tears. Let us tell ourselves as much of the truth as we need to start forming a smile on our mouth that is so beautiful it will make the last darkness around us look for any beam of light it hides inside.
Genuine people use their truth to become happier, while fake ones are used by their lies to make themselves so artificial, they can’t be anything but miserable.
How can there not be so much sadness in the world when we trust our lies more than we trust our truth?
How can we not trust truth? The nadir of human absurdity is that we don’t trust our soul – our most truthful and honest part. How can there not be so much sadness in the world when we don’t trust our soul, the most truthful part of us, enough to make us happy?
People who refuse to defend the truth of who they are, become as fake as needed to deserve their misery.
People who refuse to defend how good they are to win or how bad they are to lose deserve their misery. People who use their lies to quickly make their own reality, a reality that is neither so real as to bother them nor fake enough to comfort them, deserve their misery.
We stumble onto what we avoid. The more vague we try to be, the more life likes to force us to decide, define and explain who we are.
The more vague we want to be, the more life forces us to choose at the fork of the momentary and the eternal, to decide who we are.
If we don’t know who we are, we will find it under the lies we’ve told ourselves to hide it. That's why the lies we tell ourselves know better than anyone the truth about who we are.
Let us stop making excuses that we can’t find out who we are. We will find out who we are, when we begin telling ourselves the truth so we can uncover all the lies we’ve been telling ourselves for years, under which we’v...
After years of lying to ourselves, we have become so fake and artificial that we've ended up knowing ourselves as little as needed to feel miserable.
Humans are the only beings on earth who may know everything, except what materials they’re made of. We are not monoliths. We are not made out of one material. No one is only bad or only good. We are all made out of weaknesses and strengths, out of ugliness and beauty. Let’s stop using the excuse of not being beautiful enough to help the world around us find where it has hidden its beauty. We all have more beauty in us than we know what to do with. We just end up not sharing it with the world around us because, not knowing our weaknesses well enough to disarm them, they prevent us from touching our beauty because they know how strong and confident it makes us. Our weaknesses always stand between us and the beauty inside us, doing everything to not let us touch it because they know that every time we do it we become happy. Our happiness is their nemesis, because when we feel happy we feel as strong as we need to be to face them, to repel them, to not let them make us their pawns.
Extreme self–confidence breeds either gigantic triumphs or shocking disasters, but nothing in between.
In our quest to look charming, we often become as fake as it takes to feel ugly.
By believing in the spectacular more than the beautiful, we have become spectacular factories producing ugly beauty.
We love doing the same thing because everything we do for the first time has the answer to every question we don’t dare ask ourselves.
All we have to do is ask. That is why we end up silencing our courage and keep being loyal to routine. We silence it because, by showing us the truth of who we are, it threatens what for many of us is the pinnacle of our creativity: our lies. Thus, we live by burying our own life, one breath at a time.
We love routine because we hate those surprises that insist on teaching us the truth of how incompetent we are to deal with change.
We especially love those surprises that know how to excite, without revealing. That is why we are so comfortable with living in the routine, in repetition, because we know that the last thing routine wants to talk to us about is the truth.
No matter how much we praise strength, we avoid becoming strong to avoid doing anything that might push us toward our weaknesses.
Unwittingly, our strengths never stop pushing us toward our weaknesses. That is why, no matter how much we respect and adore our strengths, we often choose not to use them. We are so eager to advertise to the world our ugliness, our weaknesses, because we know that they don’t threaten us, since they, not only do not permit revealing the truth of who we are, but on the contrary do everything to hide it under the lies they themselves manufacture. Contrarily, we avoid using our strengths because, by pushing us to compete and be active, they bring us closer to a possible mistake, defeat and those very weaknesses of ours that produced them.
Let us stop being afraid to celebrate our joy just to avoid waking up the misery of the people around us.
How can we be happy when we have turned our truth, the most loyal ally we have in the battle against our misery, into our greatest enemy?
The moment we become enemies of every part of our character that wants to make us feel beautiful, we become supporters of our ugliness, no matter how much we hate it. By becoming enemies of our most beautiful emotions, we become fans of our ugliest. Our enthusiasm and pathos are the laughter of our soul, the ambassadors of our alpha truth, the truth of who we are, to the world around us. These two never cease to offer pieces of our truth to the world around us. They explain to the people around us who we really are, effortlessly bypassing all the fake, cheap tricks we usually use to advertise ourselves and to charm everybody around us. From the many lies we have been telling ourselves for so many years we’ve become so fake that we fear the truth of our soul so much that we will do everything not to let it become excitement, enthusiasm and pathos which can reveal and explain to everyone who we really are, thus forcing us to discover it ourselves. Thus, we end up living by singing with our mouths closed. We have become so fake that we feel threatened by anything that is true, especially the most important truth of our lives, our alpha truth, the truth of who we are. We feel threatened by the truest, most spontaneous, honest, raw, natural means of expressing the truth of our soul, our enthusiasm and our pathos. We are afraid to show the truth of who we are to avoid being forced to exclusively use truth in the future. Who can bear to say only the truth? Only one who wants to be happy.
We become the opposite of what we glorify.
It often suits us to be a person we don’t necessarily respect because that has the lowest maintenance costs. We praise and glorify something so we can hide in its opposite. The more we praise the extraordinary, the more time we spend hiding in the ordinary. We adore our mediocrity, no matter how little we respect it, because it requires minimal work. It’s so easy to be average! Being ease addicts, our worst self fascinates us because the cost of maintaining it is negligible compared to the high cost of maintaining our best self. To remain good, we must make a constant effort by giving sweat, security and truth, whereas becoming bad is the easiest thing in the world, because all we have to do is keep making mistakes. Life is hard because it’s so much easier to make a mistake than to do what is right.
We are the victims of our comfort. As long as we choose to do what is easy rather than what is right, we become victims of our comfort by making our life temporarily easy and eternally difficult.
Ease is the enemy of greatness. Ease is the enemy of happiness.
We choose to do what is easy to avoid facing our weaknesses, which doing what is right will almost always force us to confront.
People who choose the ease of lies over the discomfort of truth, make their life as fake as it needs to become difficult.
Our happiness depends more than anything on our ease addiction. Since it is easier to lose a battle than to win it, we end up losing the battle with our weaknesses much more often than we win it, thus ending up filling the world with the pain and misery that this defeat causes us, instead of the enjoyment and happiness that a victory over them would bring. The more obedient servants of ease and comfort we become, the less frequently we choose to do anything difficult, no matter how much better and happier it may make us. Who will climb a mountain when they can take a straight path?
Happiness is born to break the barriers invented by sadness.
Happiness is demolishing the invisible. We tell lies to ourselves to become the people our true abilities – our truth, that is – won’t let us be. We do it without realizing that the one thing our lies are great at is to build invisible walls to prevent us from becoming the people we have the ability to be. We build inside ourselves makeshift invisible walls so we won’t be able to reach our abilities and feel obliged to accomplish all that our dreams want us to achieve. By building them inside us, we make them invisible to the people around us so that they can’t see them and make us feel embarrassed about how weak, scared but also how willing we are to betray our dreams. No one will stop us from becoming the people we are in our dreams more than ourselves. Even people who hate us the most do not have the power to stop us from becoming the people we can become. Only the lies we tell ourselves can stop us from dreaming. Nobody is as good as the lies we tell ourselves in stopping us from becoming the people our real abilities can make us. Castles fall from within. If we are strong enough to win, no one can make us lose.
Miserable people hate happy ones even more than they hate their own misery.
Even more than our own sadness, it is the happiness of others that often reminds us of how miserable we are. We are comparative beings, even when it doesn’t seem we compare ourselves with others. We are so terrified of our weaknesses that we are afraid to show our happiness to the world around us because we know how much this annoys them. We therefore end up living by singing with our mouths shut. We are afraid to allow our pathos and enthusiasm to become loud laughter, a spontaneous gesture or a tight hug, to avoid upsetting the sadness of the people around us by reminding them how miserable they are. We are terrified that they will envy our happiness and, by turning against it, will do everything they can to destroy it so that it won’t keep reminding them of how much they’re failing to be happy. Nobody needs to be reminded of the reasons they are sad. Nobody needs to be reminded of their failures, their weaknesses. Nobody needs to be reminded of those weaknesses of theirs that produce their sadness. The reality we live in already does that effectively. Nobody needs to be reminded of their defeats, especially of their biggest one: their sadness.
Let's discover the blue of the sky before its gray discovers us. Let's learn our the truth about ourselves before our lies make us forget who we are. Let's conquer the peak before the abyss conquers us.
We live trying to climb the next peak, even as we are being chased by the last abyss we had fallen into. We live trying to grab our future before our past grabs us. Let us stop looking at everything ugly around us to feel comparatively beautiful. Instead, let’s allow our soul to ask any beauty it discovers in the world around it to dance, so they may celebrate together any opportunity we are given to convert our life into joy. When, later, almost unconscious due to exhaustion, we fall into the arms of our normality, let us not stop there, but instead let’s raise our glasses as high as we can to toast our body for the opportunity it offered us to live one more moment, one more hour, one more day. Let’s not just simply enjoy every moment we live, but let’s allow the feelings it produces in us spread with lightning speed from end to end of our body to ring our soul’s bells. Let us ring our soul’s bells so loudly that even the most indifferent, egotistic, calculating and cold part of our character, our most risk–avoiding apathy and our most cowardly vagueness jumps up to alert the entire world that the time has come for beauty to disarm the darkness which ugliness is made of.
As long as we refuse to discover the real reason we are sad, we will be the defenders of our sadness.
How can there not be so much sadness in the world, when we so often become the defenders of what wants to make us sad? The more lies we tell ourselves to cover up our mistakes and defeats, the more difficult it is to discover and disarm those weaknesses of ours that produce them. As long as we use our most competent lies to cover up the real reasons we are sad, we won’t see the traces of that part of our character which creates them, and we will continue to be unable to find our happiness.
Happy are the people who have reached a point in their lives where they don’t feel the slightest need to lie to themselves.
No matter how much the people around us hate us or want to harm us, no matter how many reasons they direct at us to make us feel miserable, we are the ones who allow our weaknesses to become their allies and together make us lose our way to happiness. No one causes us more misery than our weaknesses. Let’s accept responsibility for our happiness. We are responsible for how happy we are, no one else is. It is time we set aside the excuses we’ve made from cowardly choice not to show to ourselves and others who we truly are or allow all that is most beautiful inside us – our pathos, enthusiasm and compassion – to make the world around us as beautiful as we really are and not as attractive as we show we are. Let us stop allowing miserable people to fill our lives with the ugliness and pain produced by the defeats they suffer in the hands of their weaknesses. Let's stop allowing them to make us as unhappy as they are. Let’s get rid of the so convenient self–made vagueness we have run to hide in so many times throughout our life to avoid looking in the eye the truth of who we are. No one is more responsible for our misery than us. Let us defend our happiness until we defeat everything that wants to make us sad.
The heaviest burden in the world to carry are the five triumphs of our weaknesses: the lies, mistakes, defeats, the shame of who we are, and the misery we allow them to produce on our behalf.
If happiness had rules, it would be miserable.
Happiness is the liberation from all that wants to make us normal rather than free.
Happiness is the only fortune that is so valuable, it cannot be measured.
Whatever can be measured is often worth less than we think. Happiness is the only fortune that is worth more than its value. My real fortune is every gigantic chance my body has offered me as a token breath, every celebration my soul has given birth to as joy, every fearful hesitation my mind will do everything it can to convert into a courageous right decision. My real fortune is every warm embrace, every tender look, and every truth of the people around me who found the courage to confront their weaknesses and managed to be born as a kind word rather than an indifferent silence. My real fortune is every palm that found enough magnanimity to relax, spread its fingers wide and birthed a tender caress rather than clenching them hastily to transform into yet another winning but miserable fist. My real fortune are all these moments in my life that gave me my most valuable possessions by finding a way to become my true and permanent beauty, a beauty nobody can ever take away from me. I am grateful to them.
The most beautiful happiness is one born to break the limits imposed on it by the sadness of the people around.
Our happiness wants nothing more than to break the fetters that the logic of the people close to us, as well as our own, has imposed on it. It is born to break limits, not to respect them, while logic always respects the limits set by itself or others. Since happiness is an emotion and not a thought, it is often born to overcome and break through any limits logic might impose on it. Happiness refuses to be restrained and live within the rules we come up with to avoid being so free that we might do something so extreme that it might force us to discover the truth of who we are.
Our addiction to lies makes us dumber than our sadness.
Unable to trust the tools we have to fight it, we often become dumber than our sadness. The older we grow the better we become at lying, ending up fearing the truth of who we are enough to become ever greater enemies of our self–knowledge. This way we render useless our best weapon against our misery, making it smarter than us and ourselves sadder. That is why, the older we get, the more weapons we unwittingly acquire to defeat our happiness, making it easier for ourselves to become sad.
Smiles are born to help the tears find reasons to be happy.
Happiness is born to tear down the limits sadness keeps inventing.
Let us be more careful with every word we say and every action we do, since we will end up living in the ugliness or the beauty we allow them to create on our behalf.
We become part of the canvas we paint every moment we live. We are part of the world we helped create. We paint each other’s souls with the emotions we feel at any given point, even while we try to convince ourselves that we don’t affect them at all, to avoid feeling responsible for our every word and deed. Each moment, billions of people affect each other by ceaselessly painting each other’s souls with their emotions. When we are happy, we make the world around us more beautiful, and when we are sad we make it uglier. We’re all accidental painters of souls using our emotions for colors. We are part of the global painting we helped create. It’s a global painting which we will continue to paint while living in it. Every person is an accidental painter of souls, even if they don’t have the slightest idea how to paint. We all know how to feel. Even the most apathetic person knows how to feel. We often choose not to feel, not to use the emotions because they carry more truth in them than we can bear. As long as we know how to feel, we end up painting the souls of the people around us with our own emotions. We are what we turn the world around us into. We will feel what we make the world around us feel. We live in the world we helped create. We are billions of accidental painters of souls, not only painting the world with our emotions, but living permanently inside our own creations.
We will feel the emotions we create in the people around us. Have you ever seen happy people inflict pain on the people next to them? Have you ever seen sad people dishing out joy to try to make the people around them ha...
We will feel what we make others feel. The misery we inflict on the world around us will become our next tears, and the happiness we shower it with will become our next smiles.
We pay with our misery for the pain we inflict on the world around us and collect happiness for every joyful moment we give it. Today’s meanness will always find a way to transform itself into tomorrow’s sadness, and today’s kindness into tomorrow’s joy. Our soul is the Ithaca of every emotion we generate and send out to the world around us to make it uglier or more beautiful. Every word and action of ours, having filled the souls of the people around us with beauty or ugliness, with flowers or injuries, will return to get grounded in the soul that produced it. Whatever we say or do will eventually return to be grounded in our soul and become a permanent part of her, part of who we are, and thus part of who we’ll become. Our soul is the Ithaca to which our emotions will return after making the world around us more beautiful, to get grounded and become our joy, and when they make it uglier, become our sadness. We receive joy for the happiness we give to people around us and misery for all the sadness we cause them. The emotions that our presence and our every word or deed produce for the world around us will come back to us and become our next laughter or our next tears. Our soul is the private Ithaca of our emotions. We will feel what we make others feel.
Our body creates our age, and we create the age we feel we are. Happiness subtracts and misery adds days to our age. A happy person feels like a five–year–old kid while a miserable one feels as old as the pyramids.
We can’t change our age, but we can create how old we feel we are. We have two ages: the calendar age and the emotional age. The first one is the age that the calendar shows we are, while the second is the age we feel we are. The age we feel we are is our calendar age after subtracting every moment of our life we were happy and adding every moment we were miserable. Thus, every happy moment we live is subtracted from our age and every miserable one is counted twice. Life honors its symmetry, especially the one we violate. It rewards us by subtracting from our age every moment we enjoyed by making it beautiful and punishes us by adding to our age every moment we tossed in the garbage by making it ugly. The age that matters most, the one that determines how much we enjoy our lives, is our emotional age, not our calendar age. What does calendar age matter if we feel twenty years older or twenty years younger than our calendar age? Before we see it, we paint the world around us with the emotions we have at any given moment in our soul. If we feel good about ourselves, everything around us seems more lively, more beautiful and happier, more optimistic, and so we feel younger than our calendar age. The opposite happens when we do not feel good about who we are. So, our age, how old we feel, determines how we see ourselves and the world around us, and not how the world sees us. Our emotions determine our age. What have we accomplished by being twenty yet feeling like we are seventy? Instead, how beautiful is it to be seventy and feel twenty? Our body creates our age, and we create the age we feel we are. Our happiness and our sorrow create our age. Our optimism and our pessimism create our age. Our truth and our lies create our age. Our dreams and our fears create our age. How we feel adds or subtracts days, years, even decades from our calendar age. Misery accelerates aging by robbing our energy, poise and optimism. Happy people feel like a child, even if they are old, and miserable ones feel old, even if they are teenagers.
Life is a game of chance which we will never learn how to play as long as we allow our weaknesses to change the rules every time we become good at it.
How important is how old we are when nobody knows when their life will end?
We become what we feel. People who enjoy their life remain young, no matter how old they may be.
We create our age by either enjoying or wasting our life. How we feel about ourselves determines our age. Rarely do we feel our calendar age. We usually feel either older or younger than our calendar age. At any given time, we become the person our feelings want to turn us into minus what our logic wants to prevent us from becoming. So, if we’ve lived a life we have mostly enjoyed, we end up feeling liberated from our weaknesses, feeling happy, more optimistic, stronger, freer and younger than our age. Conversely, if we haven’t enjoyed life, we feel disappointed, pessimistic, imprisoned in our life, tied to our weaknesses, ending up generating negative energy, painting everything around us with darker colors before we get to see it and ultimately feeling older than our age. We will become private factories producing energy and time when we love our life enough to want to have more of it.
Aging makes access to sadness easier because the older we get the better we become at using darkness to hide than using light to discover.
The catastrophic reward of aging is that the older we get the better we become at hiding than discovering. The older we get, the better we become at finding ways to hide our weaknesses in our strengths, our mistakes in everything we do right and our defeats in our victories. The older we get, the better we become at using darkness than at using light. We use the glow of our strengths, our right decisions and our victories to blind the people around us, occasionally even ourselves, so that they won’t be able to see our weaknesses, mistakes and defeats. We thus continue to make mistakes and become as weak as needed to feel as pessimistic as required to feel we are past our prime.
We don’t age, we just keep getting older. As long as we write more than we erase, learn more than we forget, liberate more than we enslave, build more than we tear down, donate more than we keep for ourselves, hope more ...
Optimists never age, they just keep getting older. Pessimists age before they even get to be old. The speed of our aging is determined by the outcome of our battle with the unknown. The more comfortable we feel with all that we don’t know, the less discouraged we get about how much we still have to learn. We thus remain as optimistic as we need to feel that there are many battles still to be won, ending up feeling younger than the days we’ve lived. We create ignorance to avoid realizing what we know and how much more we still have to learn. We create the unknown, so we won’t allow our knowledge to force us to realize the truth of who we are. To avoid knowing the truth, we hide in the ambiguity offered to us by everything we do not know. We won’t feel old as long as we defend the truth of who we are and refuse to back down in the fight against our weaknesses which want us to lie to ourselves. They know all too well that, every time we lie to ourselves, we become weak and vulnerable enough for them to overpower us. We will feel young as long as we can bear to look in the eye our soul and her truth, the truth of who we are, especially those weaknesses of ours that form its ugliest and most painful part. As long as we don’t flinch from trying to get to know our flaws well enough to disarm them, we will feel younger than our age, younger than the days we lived. We will feel younger than our age as long as we fill our soul with sunshine, and not darkness, as long as we are willing to know our weaknesses instead of allowing them to ruin our lives by making us as miserable as they are. As long as we write more than we erase, learn more than we forget, liberate more than we enslave, build more than we tear down, donate more than we keep, hope more than we fear, we may keep getting older but we won’t age.
We age by betraying our soul.
We age by betraying our truth. We age by betraying our adolescence. We age by betraying our optimism. The more we betray everything that ties us to our truth – our innocence, enthusiasm and pathos – the more we betray that part of our optimism which keeps us young. We are as old as our optimism. As long as our smile can find reasons to be happy, we won’t age, we just keep getting older.
When we learn our weaknesses well enough to disarm them, we will stop living our life by donating to them the most precious asset we own, our time.
How old are we? Life is a fork in the road in which we either defeat or get defeated by our weaknesses. We fight our weaknesses, even when it seems like we are not fighting with anyone. We will not defeat any opponent we face unless we first manage to defeat our weaknesses. That is why we've spent a significant part of our lives fighting them. We’ve only really lived all those minutes, hours, days and years when we never bowed our heads to our weaknesses, even if we didn’t manage to defeat them, and did our best to prevent them from making us as ugly as they are. We wasted the rest of the time, be it minutes, hours or years, by giving it away to them. It is theirs, not ours. The time they steal from us is the loot they have won in the battles they defeated us in. We wasted it, threw it in the trash before we even experienced it, because we didn’t use it to either create, learn our weaknesses well enough to disarm them to become better and happier. How much do we enjoy a product which, as soon as we get our hands on it, we throw straight into the trash without a second thought? We do the same every moment of our lives we are not interested in living it, enjoying it, using it to create or getting to know ourselves better so that we become happier.
Today creates a tomorrow to live and a tomorrow to waste.
The choice is ours. Our body determines how long we will live, our logic how much we will succeed and our soul how much we will enjoy the life the first two have given us. Our body determines how long our life will be, but we determine the value our life will have. The value of a minute, day, while life we waste is zero and the value of a minute, day, life we enjoy is infinite.
Happiness is the best antidote to aging.
How much does it matter how old we are, since we do not know when our lives will end anyway? An eighty–year–old man may live ten more years and a thirty– year–old may die in an accident the next morning. The more we enjoy life, the less we are stressed about when it will end.
Instead of living ahead of our truth, we live behind our excuses. Instead of living ahead of our truth to protect it from attacks by the reality we live in, we live behind our excuses to shield ourselves from it.
People who survive are those who live in front of their truth, protecting it from attacks by the reality they live in, while people who fail to survive are those who live behind their own excuses, hoping they will manage to save themselves from the attacks of reality. Excuses don’t permanently protect, they just only temporarily hide. By confusing hiding with protection, we have become unrealistic enough to get defeated by reality.
We either tell the truth or we tell the excuses which our lies have made for us.
Realists defeat reality, whereas unrealistic people defeat themselves before they get crushed by it.
The greatest source of misery in the world are the people who, unable to get to know their weaknesses as well as needed to disarm them, keep flooding the world with the ugliness born from the defeats they constantly suff...
Why give mean people a free hand to shape the world any way they want? Let them live by ceaselessly staying afloat among the huge waves of ugliness they themselves produce. Don’t let them erase everything beautiful they see inside us by using the open wounds of their souls as erasers. It is our weaknesses that we must defeat first, and not the various real and artificial enemies all around us that we find or invent. When we get to know our weaknesses well enough to disarm them, we will never again let the weaknesses of the people around us quickly unite with our own, and fill us with their ugliness. Our self–knowledge is the ever present shield that is always on our side, ready to do everything to protect our happiness from the attacks of our sadness. All we have to do is turn our backs on our lies and endure to become as real as we must, to be able to live with the truth of who we are. Let's turn our next step towards the sunshine, not the fog. Let’s turn our soul towards beauty, not ugliness. Let’s turn our soul towards happiness, not sorrow.
Death is the first time in someone’s life when the infinite finds a way to become zero.
Life is infinite and death is zero. Death is zero and life is infinite. Death is the biggest zero because it’s the last zero. Death finds for the first time in years the way to make the infinite look like zero. It finds a way to do what we been trying so often during our life to do; to convince the infinite to become zero, by choosing to befriend our laziness, while turning our backs to our dreams. Death is the ultimate excuse. Death is the ultimate excuse for not trying. Death gives us what we’ve been trying to give ourselves all along, a great excuse not to try. It is an excuse hidden inside the last full stop. Death helps us in moments to become the zero we very often seek, in small doses, to become in our lives.
There are no draws in life, except the ones our lies invent.
Life hates draws as much as we love them. There are no draws in life, as there is no third road in the fork. Our life is divided between the times when we manage to defeat our weaknesses and become as capable, strong, free, kind and happy as we can be, generating beauty, satisfaction, joy and happiness for us and the world around us, and those times when we are defeated by them and end up becoming producers of ugliness, pain, misery and sadness. We either defeat or get defeated by our weaknesses. Battles never end in a draw, except the fake ones.
The world is full of so much failure and misery because the first thing we do when we lose a battle against our weaknesses is to translate this defeat into malice, anger and pain before tossing it to the people around us...
There is much malice in the world because it is so much easier to lose the next battle with our weaknesses and become mean than to win it and become kind.
The great advantage of malice over kindness is that, as long as it is easier to lose a battle than to win it, we will continue to lose the battles with our weaknesses and become mean, instead of defeating them and becoming kind. As long as we choose not to get know our weaknesses as well as required so as to disarm them, we lose most of the battles against them and end up becoming the person they want us to be, weak and miserable. We live by translating our defeats in the battles against our weaknesses into misery in the world around us and our victories into its happiness.
Leave miserable people to their misery. Leave the mean to their meanness. There is no need to respond to the negativity that mean people throw at us because we can’t do anything to mean people which they haven’t already ...
We are the biggest victims of our malice. There is nobody whom our weaknesses hate more than us. Let us stop blaming our opponents, let’s stop blaming the mean people around us for the sadness we feel, let us stop blaming them for the bad things that happen to us. We are the ones who, through our weaknesses, construct a very large part of our sorrow and misery. Castles fall from within. If we are strong enough, we will be able to withstand the attacks of even the most ruthless adversaries. Of course, there are other external factors coming from the environment we live in that make us sad, but as long as we are not proud enough of who we are to like ourselves, we will be all too willing to betray ourselves by giving the key to our front door to our opponents. As long as we don’t love who we are, we will be betraying ourselves by being only too willing to become our own Trojan horse that opens our gates for the enemy to enter, conquer us and make us who they want us to be. It is we, nonetheless, who stand in front of the fork of the momentary and the eternal, having the choice to either defend our happiness, or leaving it at the mercy of their attacks. Our sadness is ours, and so is our joy. It is our choice to be as happy as we can, or let the ugliness of those around us make us as miserable as they are. As long as we don’t know our weaknesses well enough to deter them from becoming closely allied with the weaknesses of the people next to us, their meanness will keep getting converted into our pain.
The value of kindness is proven by how miserable mean people are.
We either become kind enough to be happy or mean enough to be sad.
The splendor of a person is proven by their capability to produce beauty, even when they don’t feel beautiful.
No matter how unhappy kind people become, they will try always to find a way to fill the world around them with smiles, even when they can’t find inside them the joy to create them. It is extremely difficult to fill the world around us with smiles when we are crying inside and our whole life overflows with anger, irritability, doubt and sadness. We paint the world around us with the emotions we have within us. When we feel good about ourselves, when we feel happy, the positive emotions in our soul rush like school kids on a break outside of her, filling the world around us with joy, beauty and happiness. Since pain is the dark king of emotions while joy is just a simple, happy child, the opposite happens even more intensely when we have just lost the battle with our weaknesses and our life is full of sorrow and ugliness. The happiness we feel gives a boost to our self–confidence, making us feel capable of doing anything we put our minds to, while sadness devours it, making us feel incapable of performing even the easiest of tasks.
It is easy to be kind, generous and human when we are happy and extremely hard when we are sad. In the middle of a celebration everyone loves everyone but at the end of it they are often left alone, trying to convince th...
We can all locate our strengths when we feel good about ourselves, when we are happy. Our smile knows how to dive deep within us, find our strength and bring it out to put it in the middle of our palm. Contrarily, our strengths are the last thing we can find during those moments of our lives when we’ve just lost the battle with our weaknesses and we feel weak and miserable.
Kindness is the most underrated beauty in the world.
We degrade kindness because we know how difficult it is to be kind. We degrade kindness because we know that, to become kind, we’ll have to first disarm those weaknesses of ours that want to make us mean. So, to avoid losing yet another battle against our weaknesses, we choose not to become what they want us so much to be, mean and miserable. As long as we don’t use our beauty to make the world around us more beautiful, we will feel ugly. A kind person feels so beautiful that they can’t be anything else but happy. A kind person feels beautiful, no matter what they look like. While we can all feel good as we can all become kind people, we often choose to become ugly because it is easier to be mean than kind.
There are people who produce happiness and share it with the world around them, some keep it imprisoned inside them because they are afraid of the truth it is made of, and yet others who steal it from their fellow human ...
We live by either adding to or subtracting from the world around us. There are two kinds of people; the “+people”, the builders of happiness, the people who add to the world around them by making it more beautiful, better and happier with their words and deeds, and the “–people”, the thieves of smiles, the abductors of beauty, the people who subtract from the world around them, making it worse, uglier and sadder. What does a taker, someone who subtracts from the world they live in, add to it? Only their ugliness. The thieves of happiness substitute their own ugliness for all that they take away from the people around them. All they leave to the world is their ugliness, debris and open wounds. No matter how many lies we tell ourselves to concoct soothing, yet hollow, excuses so we won’t feel guilty for what our words and deeds do to the world around us, each one of us either adds to, or subtracts from the world around. Only totally detached hermits who live far from anyone do not affect the world around them with their words and deeds. For the rest of us, our every word and every deed either makes the world around us more beautiful, better and happier or makes it uglier, worse and more miserable.
We create beauty every moment we defend our uniqueness by defeating that part of our character which wants to make us more normal than happy.
Beauty lives where the normal does not dare to tread. We will find our beauty when we stop betraying what makes us unique by defending what makes us ordinary. Let's finally throw off the cowardice from which we manufacture our normality! Let's jettison the fears that our cowardice fill us with to forbid us from feeling that we live only a truth away from liberation from our sadness.
We’ll become happy when we stop becoming the conquerors of other peoples’ beauty instead of conquerors of our own ugliness.
We punish our brain every time we force it to help us hide what we should be revealing. We punish our brain every time we force it to become a machine producing cheap victories, a street merchant of hollow charm. Instead, we reward our brain every time we allow it to become an ambassador of the truth of who we are. We degrade our beauty by forcing it to make us as charming as we need to be to win the victories we can’t win by using our true capabilities. We degrade the beauty of our soul every time we choose to be charming at the cost of becoming fake. Let’s stop tarnishing our beauty by translating it into the victories we like to throw like red meat to our weaknesses to convince them to leave us alone for a while longer. Instead, let us ask it to help us manage the ugliness we produce every time we lose our fight with them, and don’t know how to explain to our happiness the endless rage and sadness we allow this defeat to generate in us.
We adore learning without realizing because it makes us feel clever enough not to offend our stupidity and truthful enough not to offend our lies.
To protect ourselves from the part of our knowledge that offends our comfort, we’ve become good at learning, but worse at realizing what we’ve learned. Learning without realizing is often our favorite way of educating ourselves because we feel good about learning, while at the same time we don’t feel bad about not realizing how much the truth of everything we learn bothers us by wanting to destroy the lies we’ve been telling ourselves all these years. We spent too much time during our lifetime learning and too little realizing what we’ve learned.
People who live immersed in the mistakes they haven’t made yet, will make them.
Our optimism will save us from the mistakes our cowardice wants to make. We stumble onto what we avoid the most.
Our future is as optimistic as we are.
Optimists build a future full of right decisions, victories, the pride of who they are and the happiness that comes as a result, while pessimists build a future full of wrong decisions, losses, shame about who they are and the sadness all that produces.
We live balancing between our cowardice and our dreams, fighting to become the person we always wanted to be, before the person we have become drown us in their fears.
Self–knowledge is the key that opens any future that wants to have dreams in it. Only the person we really are knows who we have the ability to become.
Contrary to us, our future never promises, but always delivers. Our future will give us what we gave it.
People who aren’t afraid of the future are those who are not afraid of their selves, because they know the truth of who they are.
If we want to stop being afraid of our future, let us get to know the person who will create it: ourselves. This way, we won’t live drowning in the stress and agony of living inside a person we ourselves intentionally keep unknown enough not to have any idea of how at any given moment they would behave. Let's gets to know our weaknesses to stop being afraid of the person our strengths can make us. Let's get to know them as well as we must to disarm them so we do not let them take life away from our lives. Let’s stop living afraid to do something that might wake up our weaknesses, so they can quickly shoot it down before it manages to fill our life with the piece of our truth it has in it. Nothing is more threatening to our weaknesses than the truth because nothing is more threatening to the lies they invent than it is.
People who live by both glorifying and mourning the person they will never become, throw away in the garbage the person they already are.
Miserable people live simultaneously glorifying and mourning the person they will never succeed in becoming, while happy people treat the person they will never succeed in becoming as just another stranger in the street whom they may never meet. Sad people live daily immersing themselves ever deeper in their future defeats, in the battles they haven’t yet lost, in the mistakes they haven’t yet made.
How much moderation the ten happiest moments of our life had? Not much. That is why we remember them.
Whoever lives waiting to live is killing their life, one wasted breath at a time.
Life is a race between too much and too little, which moderation frequently wins, but rarely enjoys.
The curse of reckless people is that they rarely win and the curse of cautious people is that they even more rarely allow themselves to enjoy their victories.
If we don’t do everything to enjoy now, when? Life is a race between risk and safety, which the cautious rarely lose, and even more rarely enjoy their victory. The revenge of the extreme is that the moderate doesn’t know how to enjoy all it has achieved.
If you’re going to fall moderately in love, don’t fall in love at all. If you’re going to believe moderately in your beliefs, don’t believe at all. If you’re going to feel in moderation, don’t feel at all.
Is it worthwhile to feel in moderation? Is it worthwhile to believe in our beliefs in moderation? Is it worth falling moderately in love? We adore but also fear love because we know that there is no love which doesn’t want to bulldoze any apathy, idleness and inactivity that we’ve built from our fear of facing our truth. We are comfortable in apathy, idleness and inactivity because we feel so comfortable in the lie we make out of our refusal to face the truth of who we are which our emotions carry with them whenever they go. We fear love because we fear the truth it is made of. We fear love because we know it wants to push us to reach our limits, to become so extreme by feeling the most intense and courageous emotions that it will manage to unshackle us from all the lies we have in us. We fear love because we know that it often throws us in front of our truth to face it without having the usual bag of phony tricks we construct every time we assign our minds to work for our weaknesses. Is there love that was born to obey any rules, especially the rules of logic? If you seek moderation, go to your logic, because your soul will kick you out. Intensity. Exaggeration. Exuberance. Three words which, because our soul has so much confidence in them, we end up adoring more than we trust them. We don’t trust them because we know that, in order to escape the assurance that the center of our character gives us and go to its extremes, we must leave behind our laziness, cowardice and fakery and give sweat, security and truth. We don’t like to take risks because we know that danger, by forcing us to prove whether we believe more in our beliefs than in our lies, will reveal the truth of who we are we’ve been hiding for so long.
Never become so small just so you feel large enough.
We often avoid becoming all we can be not to have to compare ourselves with our best selves. Our favorite way to avoid realizing how incompetent we are is to keep on deflating our dimensions with the lies we tell ourselves, until we become so small that we feel large enough. We more often become the person that pleases our laziness, cowardice and fakeness than the person our work ethic, courage and the truth of who we are wants us to be.
The dark privilege of age is that, the older we get, the better we become at making mistakes while convincing ourselves that we’re making the right decision.
We weave dreams out of infinity and fears out of zero.
We hide in zero so that the infinite can’t see us and remind us of who we have the ability to become. We hide in zero to escape the penetrating eyes of the infinite. We hide in the center of our character to avoid the truth of its extremities. We hide in inaction and apathy, choosing to do as few things as possible to avoid knowing at what point in infinity our limits end and realizing how much smaller than our own dimensions we are.
I will live a life without hating, not because I am kindhearted, but because I won’t feel the need to bring down anyone to feel superior, I won’t feel the need to take away what they own to feel I have enough, and I won’...
I will live without wanting to be someone else because the person I already am is happy to host me. I will live by trying to discover as much generosity as I have hidden in my coldness, as much kindheartedness as I have hidden in my emotional stinginess, and as many embraces as I have hidden in my most offensive punches. It’s time to look my sorrow in the eye and recognize that I often assemble it out of all those emotions of mine I allowed my malice to give birth to as offensive punches because I didn’t know how to convince them to become warm embraces.
The worst torturer in the world is our best self.
It is with our best self that we are constantly comparing ourselves to end up feeling incompetent.
Ugly is a beauty that doesn’t make the world around it happier.
The ugliest ugliness is the beauty we waste. Ugly is anything beautiful that refuses to help the world around it discover where it hid its own beauty. How beautiful is a beauty no one sees? How beautiful is a masterpiece painting that no one has ever seen because it has stood covered in a museum’s dark basement for centuries? A beauty does not deserve its elegance if it does not fill the world around it with beautiful emotions. We don’t deserve the beauty of our soul when we refuse to grab it and paint the world around us with it to make it more beautiful and happier. Beautiful is what gives birth to happiness and ugly is what gives birth to sadness.
To win the battle against the ugliness around us, we must first believe in our own beauty.
The moments of my life I become as true as the truth of my soul, will become the strength, energy, passion and optimism I will need to fight against any opponent, including the only enemy I have in life, my weaknesses. They are the most loyal comrades I have in the endless battle against anything that wants to make me sad. I thank them because, every time they were faced with my weaknesses, they never lowered their head, or felt discouraged, or ever took a single step back or left me to fight my weaknesses alone. The moment a soul’s truth comes into contact with the air around, it becomes the greatest power.
We are high–wire walkers who, while trying to balance between our two beauties – what we show we are and what we actually are – do all we can to avoid falling into our only ugliness.
We all have just one ugliness but two beauties: the temporary display of who we are and the permanent fact of who we really are. Our temporary beauty – who we show we are – gives us temporary victories, while our permanent beauty – our truth, who we really are – gives us the greatest victory of all, our happiness.
Genuine people use their truth to become happier, while fake ones are used by their lies to make themselves so complicated and artificial they can’t be anything but miserable.
Ugly is the beauty that refuses to make the world around it more beautiful. Stupid is the wisdom that refuses to make the world around it smarter. Truth creates beauty because lies create ugliness. We live by hiding our strengths and advertising our weaknesses. We live by hiding our most valuable treasures and advertising our filthiest trash. Knowing that truth creates beauty, we are afraid to show the beauty of our soul, because with it we will be forced to show her truth, which we often do not feel strong and confident enough to confront. Fake people fear their alpha truth, the truth of who they are because they know that it will expose their lies to force them to stop using them. We are so good in showing what makes us externally beautiful and even better in hiding our internal beauty, the beauty of our soul. We are so reluctant to show our exterior ugliness, and yet we don’t mind allowing our inner ugliness to transform itself into arrogance, evil and injustice and come out of our soul to become the pain, the misery of the people close to us.
If we hate ugliness so much, why do we use it so often?
We never stop proclaiming that we hate ugliness. Then why are we so willing to use it, whatever shape it takes – malice, anger, aggression? The more intensely we declare that we hate ugliness, the better advertisers of it we become. We advertise what we claim we hate and keep private what we claim we love. We are the accidentally beautiful street vendors of our ugliness. We will deserve our beauty only when we stop flattering our ugliness.
There is one road that malice knows better than anyone: the road to misery.
If we are so ashamed of the worst we have in us, let’s be ambassadors of the best in us. Let us become ambassadors of our kindness and not the shameful advertisers of our malice. We are the outcome of the battle with our weaknesses. Our weaknesses and the lies we tell ourselves produce every moment, from scratch, the ugliness of the world. Nothing in the world generates more ugliness, misery and pain than they do. EREGO. Everyone is a revolution of good. So, let’s become the rebels of good, let’s start the fight to defeat our weaknesses so they can let us touch the beauty of our souls again. Let us make the beauty of our souls our battle cry. Let’s show those people who think they become more valuable by being mean and ugly that there is one road that malice knows better than anyone: the road to misery. I’m talking about the people who, to defeat any opponent they have in front of them and give their weaknesses the prize they need so much to calm down and stop pestering them, agree to become the battering rams of their ugliness, filling the world around them with grotesque waste dumps instead of stunningly beautiful green meadows.
There is no beauty that doesn’t reveal the ugliness around it.
That is why, no matter how much we admire beauty, we often antagonize it.
Perhaps the mistake we make which has the largest impact on the quality of our life is that, whenever we are unable to touch our beauty, we surrender to our ugliness.
We surrender to our ugliness so often because, first, we are so afraid of it because of all the harm it can do to us and second because we cannot disarm those weaknesses of ours that produce it. This happens because, since it is easier to lose a battle than to win it, we end up losing the battle with our weaknesses much more often than we win it, and thus we end up filling the world with the pain and misery that this defeat causes us instead of enjoyment and happiness that a victory over them would bring. When will we finally stop feeling so awkward with everything that makes us emotionally beautiful?
We are the favorite prey of our weaknesses, even if we have convinced ourselves that they only attack to hurt the people around us.
Why live in a world where ugliness, in whatever form, is rewarded and celebrated, while beauty is simply ignored and passed by? Our ugliness uses us more than we use it. We are the favorite weapon our weaknesses use to hurt us. It is us that they hunt down, it’s us our worst self comes after, no matter if we think that it only attacks others. Our alpha ugliness, our sadness end up hurting us more than any other human being does.
Don’t let the ugliness of a person close to you become your ugliness, nor let their defeats become your pain.
Sad are the people who celebrate ugliness and happy those who explain it to themselves until they disarm it. Often when we feel unable to find our beauty, we let our ugliness devour us. The quicker we get to know those weaknesses of ours that produce our ugliness, any form it might take – sadness, malice, hostility – the smaller the part of our lives we will allow them to live on our behalf.
Our greatest beauty is the part of our ugliness we don’t allow to become the sadness of the people around us.
It is the part of our ugliness we managed to explain to ourselves instead of allowing it to come out and become the sadness and pain of the people next to us. Contrarily, our ugliest ugliness is the part of our beauty we keep locked inside, refusing to share it with the world around us! It took me years to find the courage to bypass my ego and ask my happiness to explain to me why my beauty is made of all the verbal or physical punches I chose to never throw, all the lowly swearwords I chose to never utter and all my underhand meanness I chose never to sully the life of the people around me with. The moments of my life that I am most proud of today are the ones when, finding a way to disarm my weaknesses, I managed to stop myself from flooding the lives of the people around me with raging proofs of my inability to handle the sadness I allow them to produce for me.
Beauty punishes those people who force it to make them charming rather than happy.
We have so many chances, every day, to grab our beauty from inside us, whatever its form, be it humaneness, kindness or compassion, and turn it into happiness for ourselves and the people close to us. We often live by punishing our beauty, especially the beauty of our soul. What do we gain by punishing our beauty? Our sadness.
The beauty we create for the world around us will often introduce us for the first time to the part of our own character we’ve never considered beautiful.
There is so much more beauty around us than we see because our own ugliness does everything to prevent us from touching it so we don’t feel comparatively even uglier than we are.
If you want to feel pretty, become happy.
Pretty are the people who feel happy. People who create beauty, even when they don’t feel beautiful, become happy while people who create ugliness become sad, no matter how beautiful they physically are. We are chasing the wrong beauty. Instead of trying to become happy, we try to become beautiful, hopping that this will make us happy.
Let your optimism discover your courage before your pessimism discovers the part of your cowardice you claim that isn’t yours.
Let us stop redecorating ugliness and start beautifying it.
Let us live by beautifying ugliness. Ugliness will stop feeling ugly when it realizes it how happy beauty is. Let us beautify ugliness. Let’s live by beautifying as much of the ugliness we find in our lives as we can. Let’s start with ourselves. Let’s discover those weaknesses of ours that give birth to our ugliness and turn us into the worst people we can be and, instead of hiding from them, let’s get to know them as well as required to disarm them before they make us, and the world around us, as ugly and miserable as they are. Every time we defeat our weaknesses, we feel proud of ourselves, and every time we lose we feel ashamed. When we feel proud of who we are, we will be able to find even the last reason to feel beautiful inside and we become happy. On the contrary, when we are ashamed of who we are, we can’t even find a single one. People who celebrate ugliness become ugly, no matter how beautiful they look.
Life will allow us to discover its beauty when we stop demanding that it becomes even more beautiful.
Life has more beauty than we can enjoy. We live erasing beauty. Every moment we refuse to enjoy beauty, we erase it. We often become so greedy, demanding that our lives overflow with ever growing quantities of beauty, that we live erasing the beauty we already have, by neglecting to enjoy it! How can we be happy when we live erasing beauty from all that we see around us just by ignoring it and moving forward, hoping to stumble upon something that is even more beautiful? The cost of greed is that the more we demand to own the less we enjoy everything we already have.
Our own ugliness is often the reason we can’t enjoy the beauty around us.
We antagonize beauty so much! We soil with our words and deeds everything we cannot enjoy. We soil with our words and deeds everything that is beautiful around us so as to not realize that it is our fault that we fail to enjoy it. Miserable are the people who avoid enjoying the happiness around them to prevent it from showing and proving to them how sad they are.
The pain that the revelation of a truth causes is analogous to the lies we’ve used to hide it.
Truth and beauty open doors, while lies and ugliness close them. The more a truth hurts, the more valuable it is. The bigger the lies, the bigger the pain that the apocalypse of truth will cause. The bigger the lies we’ve used to hide the truth, the more temporary ugliness its revelation will produce, followed by permanent beauty.
How can there not be so much misery in the world when we so often become prisoners of our ugliness instead of the liberators of our beauty?
Miserable people are prisoners of their ugliness, while happy people liberate as often as they can their beauty to the world around them. There is nothing we are more afraid of than finding out the truth of who we are. Our alpha fear is to find out the truth of who we are. We dread it because we know that a very large part of it is made from our weaknesses. How can we not be sad when we imprison inside our truth – the champion of our happiness – while we keep on liberating and allow to freely roam around our world our lies – the staunchest supporter of our misery? With every lie we tell ourselves, we imprison deep inside us our beauty. With every lie we tell ourselves, we imprison deep inside us the most beautiful, carefree, generous, innocent and pure parts of our soul because the only thing they know how to do is to tell the truth of who we are. The more lies we’ve told ourselves, the easier it is to be sad since it becomes especially difficult for us to find the courage to enter our soul because we know that we’ll stumble on her truth, the truth of who we are, and our happiness. Do we want to be prisoners of our ugliness or liberators of our beauty?
We adore mediocrity more than we hate it because it’s very easy to be mediocre, much more difficult to be good and unbearably hard to be perfect.
We become mediocre to avoid the high maintenance cost of becoming and staying good. Mediocrity is the fear of revealing the truth of how good we can become so that we do not feel compelled to defend it. We are so willing, not just to abandon, but to betray our best selves! Mediocrity is the glass hideout we run to hide in to avoid falling back on our strengths and becoming as good as we can be, becoming good to the point of having to spend considerable time and energy to maintain the quality we've just achieved.
Beauty is the liberation from ugliness.
Beautiful is what has found a way to liberate itself from what wants to make it ugly. Can something be beautiful if it is not free? Can something be beautiful that wasn’t born to break through all the obstacles of ugliness we ourselves have set in front of it, so that it may never become extreme enough to become so true that it can’t be anything else than completely free; especially, free to show its beauty without caring if it offends the ugliness of the people around it.
A soul’s beauty is the world’s most frequent prisoner.
Prison guards worship freedom because they know they are its prisoners. We are the prison guards who never stop worshiping freedom so we can trample upon it without feeling guilty. We are threatened by what we cannot understand and persecuted by what we can’t realize. We’ve made our soul a giant, invisible prison cell we filled with those truths of ours which we’ve taken the right to speak the truth away from. It is the prison cell in which we’ve thrown every part of ourselves that is willing to testify to us, and the world around us, about the truth of who we are. The one pain in the world we cannot bear is to learn the truth of who we are. We made our soul a series of invisible prison cells which we’ve filled with anything that threatens us because, having in it more truth than we can bear, we are unable to understand it. We often fill those prison cells with our emotions, our most tireless evangelists of truth – especially our most dynamic ones, like our pathos and enthusiasm. It is those emotions of ours that carry such a large part of our truth in them that we are so afraid to allow them to come out of our soul and become the beauty of the world around us, and though it our own beauty, our own happiness. Thus, with each passing day we end up feeling as ugly as our lies and not as beautiful as our truth. Every time we imprison inside us the beauty of our soul, preventing it from going to the world around us to show our truth, we feel ugly and sad, no matter how beautiful we appear to be. The reward we give our enthusiasm and pathos for being the best ambassadors of the truth of our soul is that we often end up imprisoning them forever inside us, so they won’t tell the world around us how much more true, emotional and humane we are than what our public image shows.
We are our worst sycophants. Let us stop imprisoning our happiness in our cowardice to defend what makes us feel proud of who we are.
As long as we refuse to defend what makes us feel happy, we will feel sad. As long as we don’t want to realize what makes us happy, we will live hiding in our sadness. As long as we fail to realize what makes us beautiful, we will feel threatened by our own beauty! We’ve filled the prison cells inside us with any parts of our character which threaten the pinnacle of our creativity – our lies – because they want to go out and run from end to end of the world around us telling the truth of who we really are. So, we end up being the false advertisers of ourselves, our own sycophants. The more lies we have told ourselves, the fuller are the prison cells, within which we have incarcerated the truth and any part of our character that is willing to represent and defend it. Thus, we live by letting our lies free to go as far as they can in the world around us to become the hard working advertisers of our ugliness, while we keep the truth of who we are imprisoned inside us. And all this is while pretending to be unable to explain to ourselves why we end up having so many fake and unhealthy relationships! The prisons of logic are full of enthusiasm that broke its rules. When will we finally realize that there is no emotion that doesn’t want to break the rules of logic? We have filled the prison cells inside us with enthusiasm and pathos that we never allowed to reach the souls of the people next to us who longed so much for them. We have filled the cells inside us with celebrations that never started, smiles we never allowed to reach our mouths to become joy, glances that carried so much truth inside them that we chose to force them to look elsewhere so as to not make us more real than we can bear to be.
A smile is born every time we discover a reason to be happy before a reason to be sad discovers us.
The quickest way to feel happy is to discover our smile before our tears discover us and give it to the world around us to make it happier.
Only genuine people, people who have told themselves the truth and don’t pretend they are someone else, fit inside the person they really are. The rest constantly fight and fail, ending up living in exile from themselves...
The happiest moments of our life are those when we don’t need to throw anything away, not even one of our lies or delusions, so that we manage to fit inside the person we really are. It is those moments when we not only don’t feel ashamed, but instead feel incredibly proud of the truth of who we really are, no matter how charming and winners we could appear to be by choosing to become someone else. Let us fill our life with as many such moments as we can.
I will become the truth of who I really am, and not the lies that are convenient for me, or for others, to be.
I will live by taking in hand, as often as I can, the flag my beliefs have woven for me, and raising with as steady a voice as I can find in me the rallying cry of victory composed by whatever is most human in me, and not what is most victorious, I will choose to defend the truth of who I am. I won’t retreat even one inch, I will stand exactly where my beliefs told me to stand and I will choose not to become someone else, but remain exactly who I am, no matter how little emotionally and physically profitable that is.
We rarely betray that which hurts us all the time: our weaknesses, but we so often betray that which will never abandon us: our beliefs.
We take our beliefs so much for granted that we don’t respect them, and we keep on betraying them. How can I feel proud of who I am when I keep on betraying it so often? How can I feel proud of who I am when I betray myself so often by choosing ease over truth, comfort over emotional honesty, profit over my beliefs? When we choose ease over truth, we make our life as fake as it needs to be to become difficult. I won’t listen to the advice of my most seductive weaknesses, which urge me to get as far away from myself, as fast as I can, and go hide among the many lies I have told myself at times to become the great conqueror, the big winner, even if I feel that by doing so I become more cowardly than happy. Instead, I will remain exactly where I am, standing by my beliefs, the most solid, stable and unwavering ground for me in the world.
Often the most rewarding moments of our life are those when we choose not to become our most profitable self, but the most emotionally honest one.
The happiest moments of our life are the ones during which we believe so much in our beliefs that we can't even hear the commands that the most charmingly ingenious, victorious but unethical thoughts we have in our head are screaming at us and becoming so real that we cannot be anything but happy. It is during these moments that we believe so much in our truth that we are no longer afraid to look any lie we’ve ever told ourselves in the eye. It is when we choose not to become anyone else, no matter how emotionally or materially profitable it is, and instead defend the truth of who we are. Let us defend our beliefs and watch all the phony tricks, which we’ve ever used to fool reality, realize their fakeness, turn around and go away in shame, leaving us alone with our truth, arm in arm and totally in love with the life we have chosen to live.
We either believe in our beliefs or in the lies we hide them with.
We either believe in our beliefs or in the lies we hide them with so they won’t keep reminding us of the person we could become and of the peaks we could conquer. We live looking down so we can’t see the peaks around us and be reminded of how unable we are to conquer them. Happiness lives in those moments of our lives when we choose to believe our beliefs and not our lies.
Often the longest trip in the world is to stay where we are. Often, the greatest distance in the world is to go nowhere.
Often, the biggest leap is not to take even one step. We became as fake as needed to be miserable. The most demanding and courageous move we can make is to turn our back to ease and comfort, embrace our beliefs so hard that we become one with them, and refuse to retreat even an inch from who we are so that we can remain as honest as our truth and as true as our beliefs. We will feel we belong to who we are when we believe so much in our beliefs that wouldn’t want to become anyone else. Instead of living many dreams behind the person I could be, exchanging insults and excuses with the person I have ended up being, I will gather all my strengths that believe in me and take a giant leap to cross the longest distance in the world; go nowhere, stay exactly where I am, remain the person I really am, remain as real as my truth, as pure as my beliefs and as honest as my soul. Every moment I remain as true as my truth, I become happy.
Life is a vast plain which, in seconds, can transform itself into an excruciatingly small cell.
To avoid feeling responsible for what we say and what we do, we have convinced ourselves that life is a vast plain where we can go anywhere and be anyone we want to. However, it often becomes, in just seconds, an excruciatingly small cell that permits us to only be ourselves. Life often becomes an unbearably small cell on the walls of which our words and actions fall, creating long-lasting echoes that will live for a long time after they come out of our mouth or hands. We often live hearing the loud echoes of pain, or celebration, our words and actions create for the people around us.
The people who succeed and are happy are those who, by stopping lying to themselves, become as real as the reality live in.
We either become stronger than the reality in which we live in and defeat it, or become weaker and let it defeat us.
As long as we loathe reality because it has more truth in it than we would like, we become as fake as needed to feel unsuccessful and sad.
We lie to invent a reality that is as real as it must be to not bother us and as fake as it needs to be to comfort us.
Why fight to defend the truth of who we are, defend how good we are to win or how bad we are to lose, when we can, by using just a few lies, quickly make our own reality, a reality that suits our ego and does not bother our abilities?
The best way to stop feeling failed and miserable is to become good enough to win and be happy.
We don’t like to take risks because we know that danger, forcing us to prove how much more we believe in our beliefs than in our lies, reveals the truth of how afraid of our weaknesses we are.
We are afraid of danger because we’re afraid of our weaknesses. We are afraid of danger because we can’t stand proving to ourselves the truth of how cowardly we are to face our weaknesses that make us afraid. We are afraid of danger not because we are afraid of losing, but because we are afraid of finding out how much less able to win we are than what we have convinced ourselves with the help of our lies. Who wants their life to constantly remind them how cowardly, how weak, how scared they are? Nothing knows better how to expose our cowardice than danger.
Miserable are the people who avoid enjoying the happiness of the world around them to prevent it from showing and proving to them how comparatively sad they are.
There is so much free beauty around us, which we often cover with the hastily improvised fog we produce out of our fear of allowing anything beautiful around us to show and prove to us how comparatively ugly we are. We are comparative beings, even when we don’t seem to compare ourselves to each other. We are even willing to antagonize the beauty around us, just so that we won’t let it make us feel comparatively ugly.
Every time we compare ourselves with others, we compare ourselves against our best self.
There is no higher peak to conquer than our happiness. When we feel good about who we are, when we feel that we are operating close to our abilities, then we are close to our best self; we don’t have to compare ourselves to others because we already feel as happy as we need to be.
Fake people feel less because they fear the truth their emotions carry in them.
Fake people are usually sad because, by fearing the truth their emotions carry in them, are afraid to access the happiness that lives in their souls. Our emotions are the messengers of our alpha truth. When we get to know our weaknesses, which are the most painful, ugly and sad part of the truth of who we are, we will stop being afraid of it, and so we will not be afraid to let the most spontaneous part of our character come out and show our real selves. We have told so many lies to ourselves that the truth is especially painful. True people are not afraid of the truth because they have already shown it. On the contrary, fakes dread the truth because they know how much pain they feel every time they stumble upon it, and it proves to them how fake they’ve let all the lies they told themselves make them. That is why they live hidden behind their lies, knowing that their emotions can only harm them by exposing how fake they have become. They are so afraid to find out the truth of who they really are because then they will have to throw in the trash what is for many the pinnacle of their creativity, their lies. How can we not be so afraid to feel, how can we not be so afraid of our very soul, when we fight with everything we've got to know her so little that we allow ourselves to become as fake as we must be to win the battles that our truth, our real capabilities, cannot win? We believed our lies so much that we stopped trusting our truth. How can we not be miserable when we believe the lies – which shower us with instant victories and eternal misery – more than we believe the truth, which gives us happiness that might hurt for a brief time but lasts forever? How can we not be sad when we are so addicted to instant ease and immediate comfort that we are not even willing to bear the temporary pain of truth that the demolishing of the lies with which we have been covering it with for so long produces? What is a person without their lies? Happy.
If you don’t know who to become, be the truth you feel and not the lies you think of.
Let us stop allowing our cowardice to steal the screams of joy our soul so often gives birth to so it can celebrate the beauty it feels. How happy can a scream of joy be that can only whisper? Let us free ourselves from the whisper we became to avoid disturbing the people around us who choose to clothe themselves with their silence because they fear to allow their words reveal the truth they feel rather than the lies they are thinking of. Let’s leap out of our fear of saying or doing something that is so real it will annoy the lies manufactured by our cowardice to defend the truth of who we really are. Let’s stop lying to convince ourselves that it is not our fault we are miserable but someone else’s, often blaming the reality we live in, or even our luck. We are to blame for our misery much more than anybody else, even the people who hate us the most. Let's stop allowing miserable people to fill our lives with the ugliness and pain their defeats in the battles with their own weaknesses have caused them. Let's stop letting them make us as sad as they are. Let’s get rid of the so convenient self–made vagueness we ran to hide in so many times throughout our life to avoid looking the truth of who we are in the eye. Instead, let us set ourselves free to be as real as our emotions and not as able, cunning and profitable as our thoughts. Life likes to force us to choose between being happy or being winners. It does that because it knows that happiness is the greatest victory in the world.
The beauty each of us produces belongs more to the world than to us.
We lose forever the beauty we produce and elect to never share it with the world around us. Since our emotions are the only goods which, the more we give to the world around us the more we have in our soul, let us stop wasting beauty by keeping it a prisoner inside us. The only ones who lose every time we share the beauty of our soul with the people around us are our weaknesses because they detest any beauty and happiness we feel. They detest them because they know that they make us more optimistic and stronger by making us believe again more in our dreams than in our nightmares. Not only does giving happiness to the world around us cost nothing, but refusing to do so hurts us because every joy we bury within us by refusing to bring it out to the world around us, to make it its smile, rots inside us, converting our soul into a wasteland of sorrow. Let us stop being so stingy with our beauty, let us stop rushing to hide it deep inside ourselves and not take out to the world around us to let it become its smile, joy celebrations, sunshine and happiness. The saddest sight in the world is a soul full of buried smiles – smiles that never smiled, celebrations that never started, beautiful moments that were never born because their owners feared the part of the truth of who they are that their beauty would show to the world around them.
People who let others define for them what is right and what is wrong just survive, while people who allow their own beliefs to define right and wrong feel so proud of themselves that they can’t be anything but happy.
As long as we choose to do what is easy instead of what is right, we will continue to fail and be miserable.
By choosing the instant and temporary comfort of the easy choice over the eternal betterment that the right choice gives us, we taught our success and happiness how to hide from us so we won’t find them! Let us finally stop succumbing to our weaknesses, which, dressed as laziness, cowardice and indecision, pressure us to do what’s easy and not what’s right. For how much longer will we admire the castles built on sand that the instant and temporary comfort gives us, instead of shoving our weaknesses aside and doing the right thing, digging deep inside us to plant unshakable foundations that will last forever? For how much longer will we hide within our lies instead of revealing ourselves to our truth?
If the right choice were the easiest, then the world would overflow with happiness and success and no one would have to try to become better because we would all be already perfect.
If the right choice were the easiest, then nobody would be bad, mediocre or even good because everybody would be perfect.
Nobody works harder than our laziness to convince us not to try.
We made our laziness our preferred way to avoid discovering the truth of who we are.
By doing as little as possible, or by constantly doing the same things, we minimize the possibility of doing something different that will toss us forcibly on to the four great triumphs of weakness: the mistakes, defeats, shame of who we are and the sadness that our weaknesses create.
Lazy is one who suffers more from trying than from losing.
Winner is one who suffers more from losing than from trying. Effort is the lazy person’s worst defeat. Considering the hassle and inconvenience of effort an unbearable defeat, ease immediately becomes a lazy person's effortless victory, an instant reward and their greatest triumph.
Our cowardice makes a zero for us to hide in and our courage an infinity to enjoy.
The infinite knows what freedom is and the zero what freedom would have been. Let us stop making zero out of every moment we wait for the spectacular and the gigantic to rush at us, and let’s start building the infinite out of countless minimal opportunities that life, with a help of our body, keeps giving us. The infinite is made out of countless minimal opportunities which our courage seized, while the zero is fashioned out of the one grand excuse our cowardice was always able to manufacture. We often choose to weave our life out of countless minimal excuses not to live, which become minimal deaths. Every excuse not to live our life to the max most apogee is a minimal death sentence we hand out to ourselves. We only live in those moments of our lives when we set aside our weaknesses which never stop urging us to run and hide in zero so we won’t ever become the person our abilities can make us. We only live in those moments of our lives when we don’t hide from our good qualities to avoid discovering how far we can go, how high we can fly. We give ourselves a chance to enjoy every moment of our life when we tell the truth to ourselves and throw in the garbage every moment when we lie to ourselves. We only live those moments of our lives when we allow our soul to feel so intensely, even if that leads us to discover from our emotions the truth of who we truly are. The rest of the time, we just turn our backs to our life, ignore it, choose not to take the risk and live it, no matter how hard we try to convince ourselves otherwise. Life gives us a new opportunity every four seconds. Let us stop throwing it in the trash. Let's grab it and give it a chance to explain to us how we can become who we want to be.
Self–knowledge creates infinity out of the solutions to our problems and the lack of it creates a zero out of cheap excuses.
When we know ourselves we can do anything, and when we don’t we can do nothing. Life is not hiding in the cheap excuses that the shame we feel for our lack of self–knowledge keeps on producing but a journey into the infinite that the pride of who we are gives birth to. Let us earn the right to live! We celebrate our luck, we earn the right to live, we deserve every breath our body gives us every moment we decide to look our weaknesses straight in the eye instead of lowering our head, every moment we gulp down our life instead of hesitantly sipping it. The rest of them we just live, waiting to live. We are the ones who choose to make our every moment out of life or death and out of a decisive step forward or a lethargic step sideways. Life is not the grand excuse of zero but the minimal opportunity of the infinite.
We often like to become the obligatory children of paradox and the voluntary parents of the self–evident.
We spit in the face of what we adore so that we won’t let it belittle us. Sometimes we spit in the face and other times we adore the temporary. Every moment we allow instant ease and immediate comfort to make our life as they want, we worship the temporary by giving it more value than it deserves, even more value than the eternal. How can a few minutes have more value than a whole life? We often turn our back on the temporary, the next few moments of our life, wasting them so that we avoid doing something different or intense that will toss us onto a mistake and a defeat and those weaknesses of ours that produce it. On the contrary, by doing what is easy rather than what’s right, we worship the temporary, the moment we live, by exclusively focusing on the temporary joy while completely ignoring the eternal sadness that this choice fills our life with. By making ourselves temporally joyful and permanently sad, we have a unique way of making the wrong decision while convincing ourselves that we’ve made the right one. We are much better at building solid foundations for our sadness than for our happiness.
We sacrifice the eternal at the altar of the temporary. As long as we sacrifice the eternal at the altar of the temporary, we will keep filling our life with temporary joy and eternal sadness.
As long as we choose the easiest option available to us, as long as we find increasingly imaginative ways to convince ourselves with our lies that the right choice is the one that allows us to avoid the discomfort of effort, we will continue to choose temporary ease over permanent serenity.
The right choice is usually the opposite of the easy one, because, if the easy choice led to success and happiness, then most people on earth would be extremely successful and deliriously happy, while failure and sadness...
Nothing we do is accidental, even the things we seem to do by accident. Often, the difference between a winner and a loser is that the latter usually chooses the easiest out of all available options. As long as we choose to do what is easy rather than what’s right, misery and failure will be guaranteed. As long as we choose to do what is easy and not what is right, misery and failure will never be eradicated. For thousands of years, humankind has managed to win many victories except the most important one, to eradicate the sadness produced by our weaknesses.
We will become victims of our stupidity before we become victims of our bad luck.
We allow more often that we would like to admit our weaknesses to decide whether we will be lucky or incompetent.
We’ve become a society of involuntary spectators of truth, who choose to rarely realize what they learn.
Life often becomes a stadium full of spectators who sit until the end of the game with their backs turned to it. We invented the subconscious to escape the truth of who we are. We’ve made the subconscious the emergency door to escape from the truth we never want to learn. The subconscious is the one emergency door that opens more often during the day than all the others combined. We’ve become a society of involuntary spectators of truth who, to escape from the reality they live in, have turned their back on the truth, convincing themselves with their lies that they know it, but don’t realize it.
Any escape route from reality is a one way street leading to those weaknesses of ours that created it.
The only way to escape the ugliness of the reality in which we live in is to turn around and disarm those weaknesses of ours that create or magnify it. We keep on escaping from the jail we have built.
Nothing beats sadness easier than a smile we believe so much in that we allow it to show us in which part of our sorrow we have hidden every reason we have to be happy.
Time is the form of energy which, because we understand it less than any other, we end up wasting most of all.
Who said that we only spend time? We destroy time and we create time. We destroy time with every moment we throw in the trash by refusing to live it, to enjoy it, to create, to be happy. We destroy time on each occasion when we force our soul to touch her ugliness and translate it into apathy, malice and sorrow. On the contrary, we create time with every moment of our lives we don’t waste by allowing our soul free to translate her passion, and enthusiasm and beauty into creation, joy and happiness. We create time every moment we realize what we’ve learned and throw in the garbage every moment we don’t. To protect ourselves from the part of our knowledge that offends our uniqueness, we became very good at learning and even worse at realizing what we’ve learned. We create time every moment we produce beauty, and we destroy it every moment we produce ugliness. People who create beauty prolong their lives and people who create ugliness make their lives seem shorter. Is there a greater pity than living a life which, not having the courage to live their life to the max, we seem to make shorter than it actually is? Truth is the most exquisite beauty in the world, no matter how ugly it often seems to be. Truth is the most exquisite beauty because it knows better than anyone else the road to happiness. Truth and beauty create time, while lies and ugliness destroy it. Since our truth is our beauty, our life constantly becomes a choice between beauty and truth or ugliness and lies. We create time every moment we either get better at what we do, learn something more about ourselves or enjoy our lives. Truth and beauty open doors while ugliness and lies close them. We create time because positive energy and beauty generate additional energy and beauty for us and those close to us, opening doors that were previously closed.
The greatest miracles happen when our mind and our soul stop fighting each other and become one.
All we have to do to harness the amazing power generated when our mind and our soul stop fighting each other and become one is to push away our weaknesses – which dressed as limitations, insecurities, worries and fears, do everything in their power to pull us back – and unleash our dreams, our courage and our kindness. The only thing a smile wants to do, before it fades, is produce as many smiles as it can in the world around. The only thing that pathos wants is to create as many emotions as it can by filling the souls of the people around with as much as possible of the breathtaking energy it can produce.
Each one of us can become a wonderful factory that generates time, as long as we overcome those weaknesses of ours that constantly try to stop us, disappoint us, make us throw in the towel and force us to quit before we ...
We don’t just consume energy; we have amazing capabilities of creating energy, positive and negative, for ourselves and those around us. We can generate stupendous amounts of energy. Each of us is a factory capable of producing huge quantities of ugliness and beauty. Each of us is a private factory of time and energy. Each one of us is able to do that, as long as we find a way to disarm those weaknesses of ours that spawn fear, cowardice and pessimism, trying to prevent us from reaching our full potential. The highest peak we can conquer in life is to get to know our weaknesses well enough to disarm them before they prevent us from becoming the person our good qualities make us.
Good energy creates infinity and bad energy creates countless zeros.
The next moment of our life will treat us as we treat it. Let us smile at the next moment of our life and it will smile back at us. We create time every moment we fully utilize our strengths, every moment we use the full edition of ourselves, the one with all our good qualities, not just a tiny fraction of them. We create time every moment we rev up our soul and our brain and raise the volume in our lives. We create time every moment we dare to look our weaknesses in the eye and dare to say “no” to them and every moment we confront the roots of our cowardice and become as optimistic as we must to believe in our dreams. We create time every moment we confront the causes of our meanness and become kind enough to be happy. We create time every moment we are not afraid of our worst fears and allow our soul to feel so free that she can defeat all the pointless rules we’ve let our normality saturate our lives with. We create time every moment we become strong enough not to be afraid to dig deep into our soul to try to discover all the gifts, beauty and surprises it has. We create time every moment we respect so much that it invites us to find the beauty it has in it so we can turn it into a colorful celebration of joy and not an emotionally devastated parade of yawns. We create time every moment we realize how grateful we should be for the luck of having more breaths in our lungs without having to do anything to deserve them. We create time every moment we push aside our greed to let us feel the pleasure we receive from all that we already have rather than the pain we get from all that we don’t. We create time every moment we disarm our ugliness so it can let us see how beautiful the world around us is, and every moment we stop living with our eyes fixed on anything ugly around us so we can feel comparatively more beautiful. We finally create time every moment we stop looking for someone weaker than us so we can go stand next to them and feel comparatively stronger. Let's try to improve the relationship we have with time because time is the form of energy which, because we understand it less than any other, we end up wasting most of all.
We create time every moment of our life we respect enough not to waste.
Indifference kills joy and respect magnifies it. How many minutes are there in an hour – which we have completely wasted, refusing to live it – that overflows with yawns instead of experiences, with the sad safety of blind repetition instead of the excitement, risk and benefit of originality, with predictable boredom instead of the enjoyment of surprise? Not even one. It feels the same whether we have lived it or not.
We will live and enjoy only the part of our life we dare to discover.
Our life is as big as the part of it we manage to discover. How can we enjoy something we don’t know? How can we enjoy something that, because we don’t know it, feels like we are sinking in absolute darkness every time we touch it? Our life is longer than we think. Let’s love our life so that it will allow us to discover it. The rest we’ll just waste by letting our fears throw it directly into the garbage.
We waste time by doing as few things as we can to protect ourselves from doing something that may uncover the truth of whether we are good enough to win and be happy or bad enough to lose and become sad.
We do nothing accidentally, even what we seem to do by accident. We don’t waste time for no reason. We waste time to avoid doing something new, different, intense that might force us to make a mistake which will toss us headfirst into those weaknesses of ours that produced it.
Every hour has as many minutes as our love for life wants it to have.
We have as much time as our love for life will give us. For the person who does not respect time, an hour has one minute and for the one who will do everything to make the most of it, it has a hundred. We steal life out of our life by spending a large part of it not living it just to avoid doing something that might throw us onto our weaknesses and prove whether we are good enough to win and be happy or bad enough to lose and be sad. We live by just waiting to live, forcing each day to start with less than twenty–four hours. Who says that every minute has only sixty seconds, every hour has only sixty minutes and every day has only twenty four hours? Every hour has as many minutes as our love for life wants it to have.
Time is our ally, not our enemy. The more we antagonize time, the more we get defeated by it.
The relationship with time is the most important obligatory relationship we will ever have in our life. We will have relationships with many people in our lives, none more important than our relationship with time. As long as we live, whether we like it or not, we have a mandatory relationship with time. Let us respect it. Let's give it the value it deserves. Let’s stop antagonizing it. Let’s stop belittling time, thinking that this way we get back at it for all the stress and anxiety it causes us by being the one who will ultimately decide when the end of our life is to come. The only thing we manage when we antagonize time is to defeat ourselves, by making our lives feel smaller than they are. The only thing we manage by wasting our life is to steal time from it, making ourselves poorer and our life shorter. Time is our ally, not our enemy. We will be able to enjoy it when we stop antagonizing it. Let's stop proving to it our failure to find a way to enjoy it by pretending to be indifferent to it.
Our fake self wastes our life and our true self lives it.
We have thrown in the garbage, we have not lived, every moment of our life when we lied to ourselves. We received it from our body, but we did not open it to see what was inside. Whether we experienced it or not is the same. We did not really live it because, by lying to ourselves, we betrayed who we are and became somebody else. Every time we lie to ourselves, we betray ourselves by betraying the truth of who we are. The most catastrophic lie we will ever tell is that we don’t do anything bad by lying to ourselves. Only our true self has the right to live our life. We are so terrified of our weaknesses that we are even willing to toss a large part of our life in the garbage, wasting it, refusing to live it, just to avoid coming into contact with them. We waste every moment we do not tell the truth to ourselves because, by removing the truth from it, we are removing reality. How much have we enjoyed something from which, before we experienced it, we removed all the truth it has in it? We are so allergic to truth that we make the reality in which we live so fake that we end up living a life which is artificial, a life that does not exist. Fake life, fake happiness.
We are obsessed about making our life longer while we do our utmost to make it shorter, by wasting such a large part of it.
We fail to live and end up wasting every moment we don’t respect and don’t appreciate its value. We just let it expire, come to an end, without ever discovering how much enjoyment, creation, happiness it could have offered us. We fear our weaknesses so much that, we often will do everything to avoid living, feeling and doing something intense that might toss us on the mistakes, defeat, shame of who we are and the sadness those weaknesses of ours cause us. What is an hour, a day worth which – out of our cowardice and fear of finding whether we are good enough to succeed and be happy or bad enough to fail and be miserable – we choose to make so ordinary, so insignificant that we won’t even remember it soon after it ends? We wasted it, we threw it in the trash. We waste, we throw in the trash every minute, every hour, every day that we do not use either to get better at what we do, learn our weaknesses as well as it takes to become successful and happy or to enjoy the life that our improvement and self knowledge offer us.
We create the time we don’t waste. Time not wasted is time created.
Beauty is born to defeat the sadness that ugliness produces.
Waste of beauty is the most meaningless human endeavor. Let’s use our soul’s beauty to make our lives, and those of the people around us, more beautiful, and the power of our brain to help any ugliness we encounter explain to itself what makes it feel ugly until it discovers where it hid its beauty. Our life is paved, from end to end, with joy and sorrow. Let’s embrace our joys and let them free to roam our soul, painting her with their inexhaustible optimism, beauty and passion, and let’s explain our sorrows by discovering which weaknesses of ours gave birth to or magnified them.
Life is the celebration of beauty, but even more so, the celebration of an ugliness that was never born because it was explained. Every time we manage to explain to ourselves what makes us feel ugly, a celebration of bea...
EREGO. Each of us is a revolution of good. Each of us can be a rebellion of beauty against global ugliness. So, let’s start fighting with all the means at our disposal to overturn negativity, turn sadness into happiness and illuminate any darkness that steals away our light until we convince it to no longer want to hide in its gloom.
Although we will never give the wheel of the car we are driving to another person, we too often end up giving up the wheel of our soul to people who all they want is to drive us to misery.
We are tycoons of logic and beggars of the counter intuitive. We often become more rational than necessary, and thus, every once in a while, we fall at our feet and beg the paradox to explain to us, not only what is happening around us, but also what is happening inside us. We believe in the counter-intuitive more than we admit to avoid offending our logic. How much do we believe in logic when, disappointed by the defeat produced by the choices our logic makes for us, we end up asking the paradoxical, the counter intuitive, to explain to us not only why we lost but also who we are? Let's respect our happiness more. Let's stop taking it for granted and protect it. No one else will. Life doesn't give away happiness and, when it does, it usually shares it with those who deserve it because they are willing to fight as hard as they need to protect it. There is no life without struggle. The more addicted to ease we become, the deeper we delve into the spectator’s chair, and the more we invite our life to remind us that there is no free success, certainly not the greatest success of all: happiness. If success and happiness were free, then all people in the world would be extremely successful and deliriously happy. Reality proves the opposite. So, let us fight and defend our happiness. Let us stop doing what is easy and start doing what is right.
When we create a life we can fall in love with, the sadness anything negative creates will be cut in half and the happiness that anything positive creates will be doubled.
Let's boundlessly love what makes us happy and explain what makes us miserable until we take away the power it has over us and remove it from our lives. Let’s tightly embrace what gives us happiness and push away what causes us misery by explaining it to ourselves.
Love makes life easy, indifference makes it difficult, and hatred unbearable.
When we love what we do, our effort to achieve it becomes simpler, easier, and any negativity it causes becomes less stressful and painful. Every moment, our happiness is shaped by the relationship between the cost we have to pay and the physical as well as emotional benefit we receive for anything we do or say. Life often becomes the invisible relationship between the cost and benefit of everything we say and do. It becomes a miserable fight when the cost is greater than the benefit and a dance of pleasure when the opposite happens. When we love what we do, our life becomes effortless and more optimistic, while our future becomes more attractive because the benefits, positives and pleasure we receive are significantly bigger than the cost, negativity and discomfort of the effort we put in. The way to minimize the discomfort and pain of doing something is to do things we enjoy. How much we enjoy every moment of our life is determined by the emotional benefits, such as joy, pleasure, pride, and self-confidence, we receive from what we do in relation to the physical and emotional costs. These can be the discomfort, pain, obstacles, difficulty, negativity, and sorrow that we have to overcome to make it happen. So, rather than just blindly doing what others push us to do, even if it is considered socially acceptable, let's give our beliefs and the truth of who we really are the opportunity to create a life so beautiful that we fall in love with it. Needless to say, we must live within the rules and laws of society, but by no means should we let what is widely considered conventional and normal cut off our wings and steal our dreams. Everything becomes easier when the benefit of what we do is greater than its cost. Everything we do includes beauty and ugliness, joy and sorrow, the excitement of possible victory and the crash landing of possible failure. Nothing will be given to us for free, except everything we do not want to have anyway. We must give sweat, security, and truth to achieve success, especially happiness, the greatest success of all. For almost everything we want to achieve in life, we have to give sweat, security, and truth to make the effort, take risks, and tell ourselves the truth about those weaknesses of ours that need to be disarmed to prevent them from pushing us towards failure and those strengths of ours that must be used to achieve success. There are no free victories in life, except fake ones. Life does not give away free victories, and it certainly does not give away the greatest victory of all, happiness. Defeats are as cheap as victories are expensive. Since stupidity is free and wisdom is expensive, losing is extremely easy; we just let our weaknesses defeat us. On the contrary, winning is difficult, as we must first defeat our weaknesses to get a chance to defeat our opponent. The more we love what we do, the easier it becomes to be good at it, as we are not too intimidated by the cost we pay to achieve it. The more we love something, the less difficult and painful is its achievement because the benefits, that is, the enjoyment we get from it, is so much greater than the cost, that is, the pain and discomfort we suffer to achieve it.
Happy are those who have created a life they love so much that they make it seem easy, even if it is not. Miserable are those who hate their lives so much that everything seems difficult, even if it is not.
When we create a life that we can fall in love with, the disarming of anything negative becomes so manageable that life becomes easy, no matter how difficult it may seem to others. There is no life that is not, at least once in a while, filled with problems, negativity, and difficulties. Only the dead don’t hurt. Only the dead face no problems or negativity, as they have the grandest problem of all: they have lost the right to enjoy all the beauty, joy, love, and countless opportunities of enjoyment that life offers. As long as the benefits and positives we get from everything we do outweigh the costs we pay and the negatives we overcome to achieve it, our lives will seem easy, even if they are not. Let’s stop thinking that the alpha ugliness of our life, be it pain, problems, sadness, or negativity, is just another storm that we just have to avoid or wait until it’s finished. Ugliness is as an integral part of our lives as much as beauty is. Let's stop pretending to not see the ugliness so that we won't feel obligated to find and fight the weaknesses that create or magnify it.
Life is a gigantic parade of beauty that is often interrupted by many brief demonstrations of ugliness.
If we don’t hastily defend ourselves against the ugliness, it can become bigger than anything beautiful we experience and drown us in its sadness. Let's choose. Either we disarm the ugliness and liberate ourselves from its negativity, or we become its prisoner. Either we explain to ourselves those weaknesses of ours that produce or enlarge the ugliness that other people have produced, or we allow it make us sad as it wants. Either we defeat the ugliness or it defeats us. Nothing can exist between victory and defeat except the crafty draws our lies invent to hide our inability to win. Life comprises of times of beauty that overflow with opportunities for joy, creativity, and happiness that are interrupted - often abruptly - by times of ugliness that are replete with difficulty, problems, and negativity. When we get to know ourselves, especially our weaknesses, as well as it takes to disarm them, we will be able to overcome any negativity we encounter in our environment or give birth to ourselves. In this way, we will be able to take from it the power to make our lives as bad as it wants. Let’s get to know our weaknesses well enough to prevent them from becoming the best allies of every negativity, problem, and difficulty we face, so they can help them defeat us and make us as miserable as they are. This way, we will not let it steal the smile from our faces and the sunshine from our lives by forcing us onto anything that makes us miserable.
Optimism will win the battle that pessimism has lost before it even begins.
People who feel good about themselves live a life they've made so beautiful with so much self-confidence, assurance, and optimism that they feel they can accomplish anything. On the contrary, people who fill their life with ugliness, take away power, erase self-confidence from themselves. This way they end up feeling like prisoners of their own weaknesses, immobilized, and as though they have no power to achieve anything.
Let's stop living as fugitives of the truth of who we are, by embracing any part of it that make us better and happier and changing any part of it that make us worse and more miserable.
Let us enjoy what we cannot change and change what we cannot enjoy. Let's celebrate our beauty and disarm our ugliness. Let's explain the ugliness in our lives by finding those weaknesses of ours that give birth to it until we disarm it. Let us explain our ugliness to ourselves until it no longer feels ugly. Let us spread our beauty as wide as we can within ourselves and to the world around us until we feel even more beautiful and happier. Let us empty our lives of the half-measures, fears, hesitations, asterisks, “maybe”, “probably” and any of those imaginative procrastinations we use to kill the revelation of truth of who we are before it comes out and tarnishes the fake glow of our public image. Let's seek to discover our soul - the truth of who we are - in everything we do. Then, we will be able to make a life that is so emotionally honest that we can fall in love with.
We wear high heels on our self-worth before we parade it to the people around us, so we can seduce them enough to dissuade them from trying to discover our real value.
It bothers us that once in a while the reality we live in rushes and takes away the heels we have put on our self- worth to make it seem taller. Instead of changing any part of our character we don't like, we firmly support it, sometimes even adore it, because we fear it for all the harm it could cause us. We will become kind when we stop being intimidated by our malice. We allow it to do whatever it wants with us without considering its exorbitant covert cost, which is our most precious required good we can have - our happiness. Let's make a U-turn. Instead of discovering ever more imaginative ways to get used to living with our alpha ugliness in any of its forms, let us try to learn, as much as we can those weaknesses of ours that produce it so that we can disarm them and not let them fill us with their misery.
Many of us pretend to be gods without even knowing how to be human.
We rush to become Gods before we become humans. We rush to become Gods so that we don't have to be human. We do it to avoid coming in contact with our weaknesses. We rush to use our power - our strengths - to become so strong that we become Gods to avoid being seized by our weaknesses that want to make us vulnerable and weak. The answer our strengths give to the questions our weaknesses are afraid to ask is that it may be harder to be human than God because it requires so much strength to manage our weaknesses.
“Why” is the most annoying word in the world because it can become the most useful.
The word “why” will help us more than any other to find that which produces our alpha ugliness, especially our sadness. Everything happens for a reason, as long as we endure the pain of learning the truth it wants to reveal. Nothing happens by accident, even what seems accidental. We all know how to deal with anything positive and easy that happens in our lives. How we deal with negativity determines how beautiful and happy our life will become. Our life overflows with alpha beauty and alpha ugliness. Let's celebrate the happy moments of our lives and explain the miserable ones by grabbing a “why” in our hand and asking those questions that will explain to us which of our weaknesses produce them and, when it is other people who give birth to them, which of our weaknesses are responsible for magnifying them. The negative dies when we reveal it by explaining it, while it thrives when we hide it either by pretending not to see it or by refusing to explain it to ourselves. Happiness is the disarming of anything that wants to make us miserable. Let's stop hiding, and let’s finally reveal. Especially everything that our weaknesses want to keep hidden.
We glorify whatever we don’t want to become.
No matter how we admire it, we often detest what we adore. We often detest what we adore because it reminds us of how comparatively worse than it we are. We adore someone by lifting them as high as we need not to feel bad about being unable to reach them. We’ve made glorification the momentary acquittal of our incompetence. We’ve made glorification the momentary of acquittal of our laziness and cowardice to do what it takes to become better. As long as we convince ourselves that something is so much better than us, we make it as unattainable as needed that we don't feel bad for choosing not to try and become as good as necessary to achieve it. As long as we glorify it, we exonerate ourselves, freeing ourselves from the obligation to try and become as good as it is. In our lives, the one thing we exalt more often than anything else by tossing it as high as possible is the truth. By glorifying the truth, we push it so much higher than us so that we can become as fake as it suits us to be.
Our life loves the duality we hate because it hates the security we adore.
Security loves chains because it hates wings. There is no security that doesn't try to trim the wings of anyone who wants to fly. There is no security that doesn't imprison those it keeps safe. Happiness hates security because it knows that to be safe, we must often give up the part of our freedom that is responsible for producing joy. There are much fewer happy slaves than there are sad free people in the world.
Let's create a life that has countless opponents and not one enemy.
Let's create a life that is full of opponents because the more things we do, the more battles we will fight, and the more opponents we will face. On the other hand, let's create a life that does not have even a single enemy because we don’t need more enemies since we continuously face the most savage enemy in the world, our weaknesses that do everything to defeat and make us feel as failed and miserable as they can. The best way to stop feeling failed and miserable is to become good enough to win and be happy.
Let's live by sharing the beauty of our soul with the people around us and explaining its ugliness until it no longer makes us feel so sad that we feel the need to attack them and make them suffer as much as we do.
Let's initiate a domino effect of beauty, or continue one set into motion by someone else, by sharing the happiness we have inside us with the next person we meet. We will, therefore, make that one square foot of land that belongs to us more beautiful, happier. We will receive from the world around us any emotion we give it. This is the highest, kindest, most generous thing we can do in our lives. It is the highest peak we can conquer. We often become the exact opposite of what we failed to become. The edges are closer to each other than to the center, even if it is located right between them. Let's stop hiding behind the excuse that there is nothing we can do about the ugliness and misery of the entire planet. Let's do what we can to change the one square foot of land where we stand. It is astonishing how much we affect the world around us, positively or negatively – definitely more than we think. A smile and a tear can recreate a whole life from the beginning. We paint the world around us with the emotions we have in our soul. Every time we remove ugliness from the world we live in, we add beauty to it. This way, we may offer something to the world we live in to honor the symmetry of all that it has been giving us for so long. We make the world we live in more beautiful by saving it from our own ugliness.
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