Your body as a vessel

Recently I have felt many negative emotions and have had many negative thoughts about people who I’ve felt have hurt me. The one and only thing that I’ve noticed during this time is that I am the one who has lost sleep, I am the one who has not been able to function. The people who I have felt negatively toward have not been affected by my negativity at all. This begs the question; “What’s the point in feeling negative?”

Now, I am not saying one should supress their emotions and should pretend to feel something that they do not feel. What I am saying is, why dwell? If you have no control over a situation there is no need to feel sad/anxious/angry for too long. Accept that this situation is no longer under your control and accept that you cannot change people and you cannot tamper with their “will”. After all, if we had the power to alter people’s minds and actions, would that really make us happy?

I’ve come to the conclusion that whatever you feel it is your own and only affects you. You are doing harm/good to yourself and no one else. When someone hurts you, why hurt yourself even more by harbouring hate, anger and jealousy? Why not love yourself and accept situations as they are?

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.


Self-contemplation (zen) Body & Mind.

Disclaimer: My brother was the first person to introduce me to meditation/self-contemplation. Although I have yet to try meditating (as trying with him when I was a teenager was really hard) I hope one day I can be as grounded and focused and in tune with myself as he is with himself. Thanks bro!

Take at the very least 10 minutes out of your day, no matter how busy you may be, even go to a restroom(w/c) if you have to. Once you’ve taken that time, pause and think about your current state. How are you feeling? How are your reactions today toward events/people? More importantly, how is your body? Are you energised? If so, what is it that has made you this way? Will you continue to practise whatever said thing, is? Are you feeling low? Sluggish? Demotivated? What can you do to change this?

We all lead very busy lives whether we are working or at home on the computer. We all try to distract ourselves and make time “pass by“. Why not use some of the precious time that we have to really reflect on ourselves. Your body will tell you more about your life and actions then anything else. Listen to your body, listen to its ailments.
Your body and mind are one, do not try to separate them or distract them from one another.

Lost without you

Now, this is actually a big step for me as I rarely take time out to actually concern myself with pop culture drama… LOL… I have disliked Robin Thicke since he’s been in the limelight, however all that changed since I saw an interview and heard his song “4 the rest of my life” (which you should all take some time out to listen to actually and watch his interview with kissfm).

Now I don’t watch TV as I dislike commercials. However, I am often on the computer and you cannot escape advertisement and news (unfortunately) and I saw the scandal of him groping some blonde girls bum. All I have to say to that is that marriage and commitment is a challenge, and that is not to say that it shouldn’t be done and that there are no perks toward it, nor does it excuse his behaviour, but unless you are in a relationship and unless you are him, don’t judge. We all make choices which perhaps don’t reflect what is truly in our heart but reflect our weaknesses and our fears. Anyway, I am loving two of his songs at the moment and I wanted to share them! All the best to him and his partner of 22 years.

The Notebook, a classic.

Although I like to write about love and relationships a lot, I am not a huge fan of romance novels and/or movies. However, I have read Nicholas Sparks’ book “the notebook” and watched the movie. You could almost say this is a mini review? I digress. (hahaha I sound really silly)

Below are my favourite quotes both from the book and featured in the movie.

  • The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you. Noah. 
  • I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who’s ever lived: I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.
  • So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s going to be really hard; we’re gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me… everyday.
  • They didn’t agree on much. In fact, they didn’t agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other ever day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other.


What I love most about this love story is that despite their differences, time apart and their mistakes, they see love. I believe that this is why most relationships fail. The inability to see past someone’s differences and learn instead of resent.


Some have a lot of lovers and each lover is a breath of fresh air, an exciting adventure the possibilities are endless. The horizon stretching further than the eye can see. The lovers are all different, they bring with them new sensations, new understandings, new smells, new feelings. This stops the atmosphere from becoming dismal..dark..lifeless..routine. The anticipation that comes before each possession is a drug. Something you know you shouldn’t have, but you have it anyway, but to what end? Cursing yourself in the morning. What many don’t realise is that this too is a cycle.. A routine in itself, it is as dark, dismal and lifeless as any other.

I am you, you are me, we are one.

I would like to take some time to share a story which I very much love and which takes this ridiculous world wide “discussion” on religion, to a whole knew level. Who knows, perhaps the “Buddhists had it right all along”.

The Egg
By: Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a foetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.