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Keep the promises you make to yourself

We make promises to others we wouldn't think of breaking: our spouses, friends, our business partners our coworkers. Yet, we have no problems breaking the promises we make to ourselves. "I won't waste time on useless sites", "I'll stop procrastinating", "I'll do better", "I won't lose my temper", "I won't drink anymore", the list goes on and on. We let ourselves break those promises, even the same ones over and over. How much longer will we let this go on? We wouldn't tolerate this behavior from others, yet we do it to ourselves.  "Self-esteem is just the reputation that you have with yourself. You'll always know." - Naval Ravikant. No one else may not know but you always will. How many more promises are you going to keep breaking to yourself? Is this how you would treat your family and friends? Maybe this is the reason why you have doubts. You've encountered your own example of the many t

Go on

     No matter how meaningless or painful, however dead life appears, you have to go on. You have to continue if not for yourself, than for everyone that comes after and for the people you will affect, influence or alter. You may not see your effects on others but your ripple is felt across the entire ocean of humanity. We may not always feel the effect but your presence touches every drop, every wave, every tide.     Your mere presence, even if you don't feel like your life matters, affects us all. Life itself seems to always turn towards an infinite meaningless, discouraging, down trodden, dispirited and the despair in which there is nothing. But however meaningless, however dead life appears, there is always someone of faith, energy, warmth who steps in and doesn't let themself be destroyed. This person steps in and does something, hangs on, survives, lives and breaks the meaningless.     Go, continue, live, survive because we are all depending on you. 

Why I Don’t Cry at Funerals

When I was 7, years old my grandmother died. I had only known her for two years before she passed away. She was a sweet old gentle lady and through her broken Italian English,   I understood that she loved me, she cared for me and wanted to hug me. All the time. She also made the best raisin bread. Peperidge Farm couldn’t come close. When she passed away, people would come up my family and say “I’m sorry”. Why were they sorry? They weren’t responsible? Why were they saying that to us? This really confused me. When I got older, much older, I realized that when people say, “I’m sorry” they mean that they are saying, “I’m sorry for your loss.” I can understand that. They are saying we are sorry that you have this lose in your life. This person is no longer here.             I don’t know how the universe works or what exactly happens when someone dies. I do know that when someone does die, to me, there really is no loss. Yes, you don’t see them through your physical eyes or you