Friday, October 31, 2014

Thoughts from The Sea Gypsy Philosopher

Thursday, October 30, 2014

WHAT I THINK I KNOW

by Ray Jason

Ray on his birthday 2014






Today is my birthday, and as might be expected, I am in a particularly reflective mood.  As a gift to myself – and hopefully to you as well – I am going to attempt to clarify my current beliefs about “How the world works.”  This is not an easy task because those who are actually in charge of the planet relentlessly conceal their true motivations and methods.  If this subject proves intriguing to you folks out there, I will revisit it each year on my birthday.
                                                   
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But first, here is a short meditation on birthdays and age.  Because I am zealous about staying in shape, I am often asked how old I am.  My usual answer is, “I am in my Middle Years.”  Although this answer sounds evasive, it actually stems from a deeper inquiry into this topic.  My analysis is that there are four elements to human aging.

·        CHRONOLOGICAL AGE   Unfortunately, this is the dominant method that our culture uses to measure someone’s age.  But I contend that it is probably the least reliable marker.
·        BIOLOGICAL AGE   This is a far more accurate denominator of a person’s position along their life path.  How strong and pliant is your cardio-pulmonary-vascular system?  Are your joints troublesome and has your muscle dissolved into fat?  Is your mind still sharp or is your memory a shifting fogbank?  These markers will provide a much better assessment of your true age than any calendar can.
·        EMOTIONAL AGE   Do you handle the disappointments and tragedies of life with composure and grace?  Someone with a short fuse and a long stress horizon will probably be older than their calendar years might suggest.
·        PHILOSOPHICAL AGE   This is the category in which a person should strive to be older than their chronological total.  If one can achieve the “Wisdom of an Elder” at an early stage in life, this will bequeath them an inner harmony that will normally lead to increased longevity and greater happiness.
So my belief is that true age is a tapestry of these different threads.  If a person can achieve advanced emotional and philosophical maturity early in life, and if they combine that with healthy eating and exercise, this will lead to such vibrant biological wellness that they can practically ignore the calendar.
     
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            And now back to the main topic of this meditation – “What I Think I Know.” I truly cannot remember any time when I was not inquisitive and idealistic.  Life lessons from a great mom instilled in me a passion for trying to figure things out and for trying to make things better.  These same elemental desires still provide the foundation for all of my efforts to understand and to communicate.  
I also received inspiration and guidance from some wise quotations from three great thinkers - Socrates, Whitman and Thoreau.   Socrates bolstered my inquisitiveness with his counsel that “the unexamined life is not worth living.”  Walt Whitman further reinforced this with his injunction to “question much and obey little.”  And Thoreau outlined how a simple and unencumbered material existence helps foster an abundant philosophical life with this statement: “a man is rich in direct proportion to the number of things that he can live without.”
And now, as I look back from my Middle Years, at all of my striving to understand and improve, what have these pursuits bequeathed me?  Unfortunately, the answer is DISILLUSION and DISCOURAGEMENT.  It has not yet degenerated into DESPAIR, but sometimes I feel like I am standing at the border about to enter that bleak territory.   
I challenge anyone to deeply investigate this world, and not emerge with their beliefs shattered.  Every institution that we are trained to respect in our formative years, is at best fraudulent and at worst pathological.  The State, the Church, the Military, the Police, the Intelligence Agencies, the Corporate World, and the Media are all corrupt to the core and are now just metastasized tumors of greed, hubris and violence. 
·        THE STATE – The Western Democracies are a total charade.  They might claim to answer to the will of the people, but their actions prove that they answer almost exclusively to the will of the RICH people.  They are a more subtle - and therefore more insidious - modern version of aristocracy or oligarchy.  Competing with these depraved, lip-service democracies is a truly frightening retro form of government - Islamic Theocracies.  Seeking to reinstate cultural codes that were repugnant even in the Iron Age, these aberrant social deformities continue gaining ascendancy as a counter-weight to what they perceive as Western degeneracy.  With these as the two main governmental options, the term “lose-lose situation” leaps to mind.
·        THE CHURCH – The earthly mission of Religion Inc. can be summed up in one word – CONTROL.  Churches want to dominate people’s lives.  And they do this with hideous weapons – either fear-mongering or the promise of salvation.  Any cult whose foundation rests upon two concepts that cannot be proven – namely that a god exists and that there is a heaven and a hell – should immediately be suspect and presumed to be a con.  But instead, the religious powers have managed to convince most of the planet that such absurdities don’t require evidence and can be accepted on the basis of faith.  And even though the priests and rabbis and mullahs claim that religious savagery is a thing of the past, just look at today’s headlines and it is clear that sacred butchery is still a global scourge. 
·        THE MILITARY – The most powerful element of what I call The Malignant Overlords is the military/industrial complex.  Their lobbyists roam Washington like bloated locusts campaigning for endless war.  Indeed, in the last few weeks Leon Panetta has claimed that the conflict with ISIS could stretch out for 30 years.  These people are putrid inside.  They create the most obscene weaponry and just when you think they cannot get any worse, they come up with something even more despicable.  Now they want to weaponize space and cyberspace.  And because of our “no-future for young people economy” they have a steady stream of poor kids for whom killing and getting killed is their best economic option.
·        THE POLICE  - Only a fool can look at the evolution of the U.S. police force and still believe that their role is to serve and protect.  They look like galactic storm-troopers and they behave like a playground bully on steroids.  Vets returning from the Middle East repeatedly claim that U.S. cops have better combat gear than they did overseas.  They have not been militarized by accident.  The Malignant Overlords realize that the serfs will eventually reach a breaking point; and so they intend to have enormous tactical advantage.
·        THE INTELLIGENCE AGENCIES – It is difficult to not bring up the “military intelligence is an oxymoron” argument here.  But even more important than their rampant incompetence, is the depravity of their mission.  Essentially, their duty is to undermine any leader or government that refuses to “play ball with America.”  This is code for allowing U.S. corporations free reign within that sovereign country to avail themselves of the best resources and the cheapest labor.  In the good old days, the U.S. Marines would pave the way for the United Fruit Company.  But now it is the spook agencies that “open up markets” for the American multi-nationals.
·        THE CORPORATE WORLD – Where should I begin when citing the evils of the Multi-nationals?  Their only allegiance is to PROFIT.  They don’t care about people or countries or the planet.  The scorn they have for their workers is aptly demonstrated by their policy of “off-shoring.”   This is OrwellSpeak for firing millions of workers and vaporizingh entire industrial areas; leaving behind a wasteland of poverty, addiction and despair.  This off-shoring also ravages the peasants at the other end of this profit river.   Those largely self-sufficient farmers suddenly find themselves lured or forced into sweatshops where they are overworked at slave wages.  But as bad as the manufacturing corporations are, they seem enlightened when compared to the financial institutions which have become a massive part of the global economy.  These soul-less entities, receive billions in taxpayer bailouts and yet won’t even make loans to Main Street.  Instead they play the international financial market casino in which vast profits are made through the trading of absolutely nothing of value to society.  It’s all high-frequency gibberish and voodoo.
·        THE MEDIA – I am tempted to use the phrase “The Pimpery” here, even though I doubt if there is such a word.  But it surely is appropriate.  When almost all of the major media are owned by six or seven major players, who are all obscenely rich, whose interests do you think they will promote?  I am old enough to remember a time when there were reporters who sought the truth or the story behind the story.  Now they seek only career advancement and face time on the Tube.  I can’t watch the nightly news without an air sickness bag nearby.   
This brief description of the corruption and perversity of the bedrock institutions of modern civilization is profoundly troubling.  But the future appears even bleaker, when one assesses the trajectory of events.  It is as if the Malignant Overlords have taken Orwell’s 1984, which was written as a cautionary novel, and turned it into an operating manual.  It genuinely appears that they are trying to structure a society of rulers, technicians and serfs.  Their spying capabilities, their militarized police, their desire to plant microchip tracking  devices in everyone, certainly leads one to conclude that what the elites truly desire is a HUMAN HERD that can be controlled and dominated. 
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As I survey this panorama, from what I hope is the maturity of my Middle Years, I see little cause for optimism.  Electoral politics surely won’t change things.  And revolution is practically suicidal, given the surveillance powers and the militarized police that the State can wield. 
So what is left?  I believe that the only possible solution is COLLAPSE.  The whole putrid, artificial and violent edifice must fall.  Don’t try to reform it!  Don’t try to overthrow it!  Abandon it!  Escape!  Flee!   Go somewhere and find a mode of living that provides you as much separation as possible from the tentacles of a soul-less, joy devouring civilization.
And as it slouches towards self-immolation, prepare yourself to survive the collapse.  It could source from any or all of what I call the Big Bad “E”s – Energy, Economics or Ecology.  It will be massive and destructive.  And if you do “make it through to the other side” as a singer/poet once said, I hope you help sculpt a neo-tribal future that is sustainable, just, caring, joyous and authentic. 
By the way, that is a future that I live in the present.  You can do so as well!  If I help inspire you in that direction, then that can be my birthday present to you.   
Happy birthday  - my unknown friends!         
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PS   You can find more of Ray Jason's thoughts at his blog listed to your left. 
sissy 

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

The Poodwaddle World Clock

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Saturday, October 25, 2014

Spent Time, Not a Dime

    Whew, it's cold outside. The dogs  yapping and yarping to go puddle woke me at 2 am.  They then plotted: "Give her ten minutes to go back to sleep".  They did, then started yelling, "OPEN THE DOOR.  Don't you know its cold out here"!  No, they aren't those famous Plott hounds, just ordinary little varmints that know they have me well-trained to jump at their commands to fulfill their wants and wishes.

     Now I'm up and at it - only for awhile - I feel my blood is barely oozing through my arteries this time of day.  Good thing I'm not on a 'normal' schedule like most folks, wouldn't you say?  I go about most of a day in a dragging mode, eyelids drooping, head pounding.  Needless to say, I've got the days and nights mixed and mingled.  So what; I'm in sync with the weather.  Yesterday was one fabulous, sunny time but come sundown it got so cold, on came my heat and I lay my tired body down and pulled up the kivver.  No wonder I'm now up and 'at it'.  Six hours sleep fixed me for a couple of wakeful hours.

     As I was saying, yesterday was wonderful, as the sun finally came out; the sky was splattered with small but brilliant white puffs.  Is there any sky as blue as an October one?  Yet I may ask the same thing on a spring or summer morn.  With remaining fall colors and my freshly mowed GREEN, (oh so green) grass, that sky just showed itself proudly.

     I bundled up early to go out.  Oh my, its so cold; my feet felt frozen in quick order, wearing my holey walkers.  Being outside early to work in autumn is not one of my habits at this stage of life - not normal at all but I'd whacked down some scraggly  plants a few days before and decided I'd best try to dispose of them.  Got half that job done before I decided I'd do some major slashing and piling.

     In betwixt breaks I got enough done that I saw my property is bigger than it has looked in a long spell.  Piled up enough brush for a good bonfire, expecting any moment for the fire brigade to come rushing in to jump me for not having a permit.  I was just too tired and dragging to come back inside and call for one.  But I'm a fairly good fire bug/watcher, with enough sense to first make a fire break. No wind was about, so I had no problem, except my hand clippers soon broke.  Then the long handle of my swing sickle snapped - twice.  Okay, that's it - I'll call it a day.  Gathered my remaining half-unusable tools, sat watching the fire burn down, then dragged to the house. 

  Though before reaching the door, I decided to hull a few more walnuts.  Nasty job!  Last week I picked up a few bushels, poured them in the side drive and rolled the truck's tires over and over again on them.  That helps.  I don't know what kind of creatures those yucky, yellow, wiggly things are but they must be 'walnut-stained' maggots.  Nasty things, yet they help the cleaning process.  You better believe I wore gloves, leather gloves.  Bucketed another gallon.

     NOW, if I can only finish the cleaning process ahead of that one lone, most energetic squirrel that competes against me every year.  That little sucker carried off about thirty bushels of butternuts one year while I sat shivering inside, watching him through my window.  I don't do snow! That year I didn't do/eat any butternuts (white walnuts) either.

     I think Mr. Acu-Weather says that next week I'll have plenty of sunshine, so my plans are in place; that is if I can first fix some tools.

     I reckon there's no need to mention that sizable white/silver rectangle object moving along behind the airplane's contrail yesterday, is there?  Nobody pays any attention just 'cause I have my eyes on the sky a lot.   Guess they think I'm standing around day-dreaming the day away.  Could be, could be.  You think?

     So goes my time.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Maybe Meetings Should Cease?

Makes Good Sense to Me!


The Spooky Men's Chorale presents
their simple but elegant solution to
Australia's political difficulties.

Their advice is probably the best for
any democracy: One term and you're
out.

The Chorale's highly-skilled musicianship
is very evident in the wind-up.

"Oh, Lord, it causes me to wonder what
disease possesses us to vote the
bastards in?

"Down on our knees, we nicely pray, take 

the lying scumbags away, scumbags
away..."


Vote The Bastards Out  
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Saturday, October 18, 2014

We are only Iotas - Itty Bitty Iotas



 "Oh, Such Problems...

Really?

How It Really Is"

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Rainy Sunday Ramblings

Oh dear, what a wet time it is.  The rain has stopped only for minutes over the last few days.  I don't ever recall this happening but it could have, I reckon and I've just forgotten.  Been thinking about Washington state, of how it has a lot of rain in the winter.  I love rain but enough is enough, wouldn't you think;  yet, better rain than SNOW. Always wanted to go out Washington way and spend some time.  Years ago we had a friend here, going to college, who lives in Eugene, Oregon.  He painted us glorious word pictures of the area and hoped that one day we could come west and spend time with him and his parents/family on their ranch.

Mr. Smutz  studied for the ministry; has his church in Eugene, far as I know.  He married a local girl here and took her home to Oregon.  I found on the Internet that Carol, his wife, has a meat business, so apparently a ranch is still in the picture. Awhile back I was thinking strongly of them and tried to make contact but never did.  I still think of Irwin as the young man we befriended those years he lived and studied here.
It takes me moments often to realize that all those 'young ones' of days gone by are aged right along with me.  Now all of us are OLD!
.....speaking of OLD...

I dread seeing what has further occurred out in the old store building after all this down-pouring-monsoon.  I've been getting a few items out and cleaned fairly well.  I fear one part of the roof will totally collapse very soon.  Guess I may as well cut my losses and quit crying over "spilled milk".  There is no way to get any of the furniture out through the stuck doors.  I did hope to save my big craft table and my Italian provincial chair though.  Tough luck!  The books?  I have no where to store them, even if I can get them out.  I do treasure my reading materials; so I am fretting.

If I don't soon get out of this penned-in situation, I may totally lose it.  All the puppers have reached a breaking point too.  I know what I need - a raincoat and some good shoes that won't get soaked every time I walk to the mailbox.  Heck, I need some new feet; age is the pitz.  I've walked at least a 'million' miles over the years and my feet hurt so much.

Did I tell you I'm getting huge piles and more piles of tree chips?  Yes, 7 truckloads so far; Oh, boy, am I ever going to have fun in the future with piles of black dirt.  I'm thinking too of going begging for cow barn 'leavings' this fall.  There are cows on the hillside over from me.  I don't know the people but feel they may be generous and share that gold.   Now I realize why my gardening attempts were a failure this past summer, especially after meeting the wonderfully weird lady up-road, with all her producing-pets.  I had already decided there will be no gardening for me anymore but I've got high hopes once again for the coming season ...whenever that will be.  Shucks, I'm just barely into autumn and already thinking of what beautiful goodies I can grow come spring and summer.  I hope to order some heirloom seeds this year.  I took a handful of very old asparagus seed and threw it in one of my houseplant pots outside a few weeks back.  You would not believe the many plants sprouted and thriving today.

Well, I've rambled long enough this dreary evening.  Think I'll settle down and read a bit of my latest book by Adriana Trigiani.  She sure knows how to tell a story.  Surprisingly, so many are based on true facts, although that isn't mentioned; I only discerned this after reading her one non-fiction book. By the way, did you ever see the movie "Big Stone Gap"?  It's hers! It was made in Big Stone Gap, Va too, where Adriana lived when young.  BSG isn't too far from where I live.  Some day when I can afford the gas, I want to take a drive there and check out the small town, see if I can recognize any of the places she writes about in her books.

So, Toodle-ooo.   Hope you are staying dry and warm.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Have a Laugh


                                    "DOG DIARY"
7:00 AM - Outside! My favorite thing!
8:00 AM - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 AM - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 AM - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 AM - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
2:00 PM - Looked out the window and barked! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
4:00 PM - Chased a bird out of the tree! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
6:00 PM - Watched my people eat! My favorite thing!
6:20 PM - Table scraps! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM -Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!



"CAT DIARY":
"Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. B*st*rds!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog continues to receive special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded."
- Author Unknown

Friday, October 3, 2014

Life is Still Happening -

Revised 10/4
                                         Access or Not
Having been more than two months since I screwed up with my blog and still experiencing several problems with the computer, I debate almost daily to rid myself of the aggravation.  Canceling internet service sure would put a chunk of cash each month in my pocket.  I wonder how it would feel to have no means of knowing what is going on 'out there'?  The internet is my only source.  But who needs the bs we are constantly spoon-fed, or rather shoveled, by the media sources? 

                                 Annual Worry and Woes
Winter coming on soon means we all have to start shelling out for the big heating bills.  As usual, I worry that the furnace will go out or there will be a power failure.  The nightmare of almost dying from lack of heat a few years ago is firmly embedded in my mind.   Since last spring I've thought about having a chimney built, as I have a wood stove setting out in the old store building, which will soon be just a memory- building and stove.  It is  falling apart fast and all the contents ruined or soon to be so.

The problem is I'm past carrying wood and emptying ashes.  Considered propane as a backup but too expensive.  So here I sit doing nothing about the heating issue; a drop  in temperature is due within a week and being at a higher elevation than Tri-Cities airport, where local temperature is calculated, definitely means a freeze here. 

My health is failing fast too.  I can no longer lift much - that "just a brick" is so very heavy now; it took me several days/tries moving bricks from the fence line that were there to keep Charly penned in.  He's matured and no longer digs or trying to escape; he just gives me looks of yearning.  The need to escape oozes away as one ages and debilitates, I imagine.  Thus it is with Charly, me and my others, except our rare "Times of Yearn".   

Neither do I have energy to work but short minutes; the spinal pain is intense, affecting my whole body - except for my eyebrows.  Ha Ha Ha.
 
                                Waste of Time and Tax
I consider seeing the doctor, then think "what's the use?".  She is not addressing the real problem (the spine) and still refusing any sort of pain relief, doesn't want to battle with Medicare, she tells me.  (OTC med gives me agony of the liver or stomach)

Every visit doc orders blood labs.  Test results shows what's low, what's high.  Problem is Dr. never tells me what is needed to fix anything.  I think the elderly are of no concern to doctors anymore or to anybody else; at least the ones who are no benefit now to society - "useless eater", a good term applied to me.  I have become useless and needless to anyone, even myself.

                                         None and Some
I probably told you my garden was an almost complete failure.  I got quite a few shallots and one mess of Swiss Chard.  Three scrawny tomatoes and a minuscule amount of cherry tomatoes, the size of marbles; the last ones coming on are pea size, literally.  Never before have I seen a ripe tomato such as these  Oh, There are two and a 1/2 long-neck gourds coming along; can't eat gourds though. A first frost will stop their growth quickly - I hope to ART them someday.   I say 'almost complete failure' for I had a fair supply of cucumbers, enough to keep me in 'shredded w/dressing'.  I was able to dispose of a plateful very quickly.  Now wishing the vines hadn't died so soon.

Then along came gifts of tomatoes and an assault on the arthritis!  Am I complaining?  Yes and No.  I was in an ecstatic slurping frenzy for several days after I was given some of the best tomatoes ever encountered, on this "God's Green Earth"; then the joints started screaming out loud.  I bet you didn't know tomatoes aren't good for us.  I never buy them at the grocery; pesticides, gassed, GMO; and those of winter are cardboard cutouts w/no taste.  These given to me had sweet taste and were grown in manure only.  Not a first blemish existed vs my blighted pities.  A hand of friendship was encountered.  


                                 Chance Encounter
 A lady from a few miles up-road stopped by to inquire about my 1/2 gallon jars.  Days later her neighbor stopped by, bought and gifted her with them (what a nice neighbor).  She is using them for dry storage; a dozen with the old zinc lids, all lined up now and holding beans, rice and pasta look nice.

The woman is quite unique.  She had a petting zoo at her place a few years ago and her front lawn was filled with her painted wooden signs; now public exposure ceased but her animals are still there and still happily thriving.  I had always wanted to stop and take the tour but hesitated for I'd heard "she is weird".

Well, "Damn" is all I can say now to that assessment, for she is one of the busiest, kindest, intelligent and creative people that I could hope to ever encounter; plus her loving constant care for at least a hundred pet animals.  Rabbits, goats, horses, ponies, chickens, ducks, a goose (honking greeter), pigs, cats and dogs and a guinea pig.
She eats no meat, age 61 and looks 41.  She moves about with total ease and never has pain.  No time or sole space for a garden, she put seeds wherever an empty spot was available.  I saw plants that were unimaginably huge - the green pepper plant was over my head with leaves big as a cabbage leaf!  Now I know the magic of 'just' manure.

After going for spring water I stopped by and visited with Trisha.  Her home, as much of it I soon had the delight of touring and exclaiming thus to her is a 'museum'; every inch a clutter of order.  Her baby grand and other musical instruments reside in her 'living room'.  I spied a kiln out back.  Another day I helped build  pen to separate two goats and was rewarded with a big bowl of robust vegetable soup, with a half loaf of her Many-Grain bread.  Her kitchen contains twelve small Shih-Tzus, yet it is clean and shiny.  She works relentlessly.  This new friend has quite a unique personality.  I look forward to future encounters with her.  I have much to learn from this bright soul.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Paulo Coelho, “Closing Cycles”

“Closing Cycles”
by Paulo Coelho

“One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.

Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.

You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister. Everyone is finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.

Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.

Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.

Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.

Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.” Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.

Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.”
A version of this article circulates in internet having me as its author. In fact, I did not write it, but I made a few corrections and decided to republish it here. - Paulo Coelho