chocolate

God helped man create chocolate because He wanted mankind to have a small peek into Heaven.

I swear I dream of mountains of chocolate and rivers of icecream! And my guilty conscience is reminding me that it is not good to eat sweets. Talk about guilty pleasure!

When will the day come when chocolate and icecream would not add extra weight or give diseases like diabetes?

Until that day comes, I would settle for the red pill for breakfast, blue pill for lunch, yellow pill for dinner just like Sara Goldfarb (aka. Ellen Burstyn) in Requiem for a dream.

Why give man free will when there is no freedom in chocolate?

when the going gets tough...

I tend to run away and never look back. I have an incredible self defense mechanism that prevents me from accepting that I have lost, or gave up. I am the world champion at coming up with excuses for giving up on what I once called dreams. I can prove I never wanted anything like that, that that dream was not mine, that I am better off without achieving it. BUT... this attitude never gets me anywhere. This attitude is only keeping me in the same place while time passes by.

It's this attitude that I am trying my best to ignore at this moment when I feel like all I wanna do is go somewhere...to no worries' land...and just enjoy the silence of an untroubled mind.

However, I have things to do, presentations to prepare, fears to overcome, frustrations to forget, visa procedures to start, stereotypes to break down.

So let the show begin! I've put my self defense mechanism on hold and I am taking things as they come!

It's no fun being a responsible adult, I'm telling you!

the perfect book

For me, there are three types of books: the bad ones (I can just as well not finish them), the good ones (well written, interesting theme) and the perfect ones.

In every book I look for the perfect book. The book that captivates me so much that I can skip sleeping and miss my buss stop if I read on my way to work.

Last time I found a perfect book (and what a book it is!) I had to take a day off from work because I just didn't wanna stop reading.

The feeling that I get while reading such an art piece is unbelievable. I feel like I am part of a greater universe than I can imagine, that the whole world is just filled with hidden wonders that are waiting for me to find them. My mind starts to wonder and suddenly I feel like I am there, in the book, as a witness to the action, as if the author had actually written that book for me.

The first perfect book I remember reading was Heidi (by Johanna Spyri). I must have been around eight years old when I found the book in my family's library and read the story of the little orphan girl without leaving the book out of my hands. I remember living that story as if I was part of it and I cried for little Heidi as if she was my best friend.

Over the years, although I grew up, I never stopped living the perfect book while reading it. I still cry, laugh, giggle with enthusiasm and most of all dream with the characters.

life on the run...runs out

We live in a world where things change so fast that we need to be on a constant run in order to keep up with everything. 

I don't know if somehow the hours got shorter, the days no longer have the classical 24 hours as we were taught in school... I can't say what happened to time, but I have the feeling that it is shrinking like an old man.

Today, as I was coming home from work, I realized I was content that another day has passed, but I was sad to acknowledge the fact that I could not say one single thing that "made my day". 

Sometimes I like to sit back at the end of the day and see what are the high and the low points of those hours that passed since I got out of bed (with one hand on the coffee mug). And today it was all empty. No high (though I remember laughing today), no low. Just many hours that passed by as I was on the run, never thinking about the present moment, but of what I still have to get done. I lived my day as if it was not mine, as if I could wake up tomorrow and start Wednesday all over again.

I want my high of the day and I want it everyday. Is it so wrong?

Why am I (are we) always on the run? And on the run for what?