Life is always demanding a reaction or a response. There is always something going on that requires your attention.It is helpful to slow and disrupt our unconscious chain of reaction when facing decisions in the world.
Here is a helpful technique:
For an entire day, pause whenever you are…
(Source: lazyyogi)
When we are first born we are a fresh canvas, blank, unscathed, and innocent, just waiting to be painted on by those we meet on our journey in life. No outside influences have yet coloured the individual we will eventually become. We are painted by a number of different people and various experiences in our lives, all of which change the result of what the canvas will be.
The first and foremost people to set a paintbrush on the canvas (whether we care to admit it or not) are our parents. In our childhood they lay the foundation upon which other people can add. Our parents are the people who teach us our morals, which stick with us for the rest of our lives. Try as we might, it is very difficult to erase this foundation, although it may become buried beneath a multitude of different colours as we grow older, meet more people, and gain more experiences. This is not to say that we have no choice or opinion in the matter of what we become.
We choose our friends and our role models, and they are the people we admire most or aspire to become. After our parents, they come a close second in painting our personality. We often imitate the actions of our role models which is why it is so important to choose them wisely. They can be anyone in our life from family or friends to famous actors or actresses.
It is not only people who add depth to the canvas however, but also experiences . All experiences, big and small will change the outcome of how we, the canvas, will turn out. Usually the experiences which change us most deeply are the one where we realise how much we take for granted. For example, someone who has battled with cancer will unlikely be the same person afterwards.
I was loose sand:
dry, scattered by sea breezes,
dancing across the sun-beaten beach.
You were bold:
tan and dark and bare-footed,
wandering the hot oceanside.
I tempted you with adventures—
all young excitement
and infinity on the horizon.
So you gathered me in a shelter
of your strong…
(Source: margauxxxxx)
What caught my attention as I lay my eyes on the crowds, were all the imperfections. Everybody had them. Every single person that walked past me had some kind of flaw. Bushy eyebrows, moles, flared nostrils, crooked teeth, hunched backs, double chins, floppy earlobes, nose hairs, potbellies, scars, saddlebags, bruises, warts, puffy eyes, pimples. Nobody was perfect. Not even close. And everybody had wrinkles from smiling and squinting and craning their necks. Everybody had marks on their bodies from years of living - a trail of life left on them, evidence of all the adventures and sleepless nights and practical jokes and heartbreaks that had made them who they were.
And in that moment, I suddenly loved us all the more for our flaws, for being broken and human, for being embarrassed and lonely, for being hopeful or tired or disappointed or sick or brave or angry. For being who we were, for making the world interesting. It was a good reminder that the human condition is imperfection. And that’s how it’s supposed to be.
Katherine Center
Via The Lifting of the Veil
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Life is the most precious and often over looked gift <3
