If You're Someone's Who's Been Ever Told That Your Art, Creativity, Work Or Social Status Doesn't Make
If you're someone's who's been ever told that your art, creativity, work or social status doesn't make sense;
or the fact that you'll never make it anywhere or maybe someone has called you dumb, worthless, a failure let me tell you that it doesn't matter.
Because if you believe in yourself deep down to the core and rely upon the gut feelings, then nothing I repeat, not a single drop from obstacles, blockages, distractions or toxicity can deviate you away from your aspired goal.
Honey, it might seem difficult right now but you're being polished to become a priceless diamond.
Every criticism, critique, those toxic loved ones who could never become your safe space are nothing more than a fleeting experience and precious catalyst who would add up into this bigger picture, regarding which you've no idea.
You're breaking, smashing, crashing, mending, relocating, creating, moving, dwelling on transformation and going towards evolution. You're healing too.
This time might appear as a moment of sensitivity and vulnerability but don't you dare stop at the words of those who never stood or responded when you badly desired for their help.
Go where your authenticity discovers its recognition and acceptance, vice-versa.
Your people will find you and you'll find them too. They'll become your shoulders to lean and you'll catch their tears before they can get wasted. Don't stop, dearie.
Keep walking. Keep moving.
Trust who you're turning into.
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She is learning about the 80s and 90s. Reading more about metaphysical poetry. Falling again for her own Bengali culture. Taking interest in art and music. Craving deep intellectual conversations. Continuously learning, unlearning and relearning. Making changes. Adopting. Becoming adaptable. Educating herself. Cleansing regularly, every aspect of life. Cutting ties with toxicity. Following spirituality.
Admiring the little things. Getting lost in nature. Discovering how the 1950s were. Experimenting with different genres be it in music or writing. Reading about how Sanskrit influenced the ancient Vedic culture of India. Rambling happily about renaissance. Staying obsessed with dictionaries and words. Caressing books, marking pages, paragraphs and thoughts. Exercise, meditation and stillness are at the top. Spotify and Pinterest are her favourites too.
She also has innumerable love languages. Discussing hobbies, talking through silence, taking a walk in nature. Being with people. Writing long handwritten letters. Having a long phone call conversation. Laughing loudly in the company of those who bring out the best in her. Snapping pictures of her favourite moments. Spending times that make her heart fuzzy and cozy. She loves being loud, taking space and speaking her heart out.
She is a simpleton.
And she belongs to the 20s. A mixed pickle of variety. That's what she is.
These images of circles and circling, revolving around a great center he names God, it makes me think of the cathedral labyrinths of Europe. Or the ancient spiral glyphs carved into rocks and cave faces. I see the circling pathway around some secret center. The road can be bewildering, twisting and turning, keeping us disoriented and uncertain of how near we are, but ever moving inward.
And that courageous line –
I may not ever complete the last one, but I give myself to it.
We walk the winding path, not out of certainty, but because it is the only path worth walking. Walking that road, quietly, with attention, one foot in front of the other, becomes meditation. It becomes worship. Each ring, whether near or far, is a layer of our lives that is blessed by our passing through it.
Walking the circling path is not only the way to the center, it is actually part of the center. We learn to participate in the center by first walking the path. Obsession with the destination becomes an impediment to reaching it. Instead, by patiently inhabiting each step, we discover the center in ourselves… and our feet naturally end up there, as well.
We walk with our whole selves –
and I still don’t know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?
On this roundabout road to God, we question our own nature. We encounter the mystery of self. Who and what are we really? Ultimately, it is in that questioning of a self that eludes definition where we find the still center.
The quieter we are, the more patient and open we are in our sadnesses, the more deeply and serenely the new presence can enter us, and the more we can make it our own, the more it becomes our fate; and later on, when it “happens” (that is, steps forth out of us to other people), we will feel related and close to it in our innermost being. And that is necessary. It is necessary - and toward this point our development will move, little by little - that nothing alien happen to us, but only what has long been our own. People have already had to rethink so many concepts of motion; and they will also gradually come to realize that what we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us. It is only because so many people have not absorbed and transformed their fates while they were living in them that they have not realized what was emerging from them; it was so alien to them that, in their confusion and fear, they thought it must have entered them at the very moment they became aware of it, for they swore they had never before found anything like that inside them. Just as people for a long time had a wrong idea about the sun’s motion, they are even now wrong about the motion of what is to come. The future stands still, dear Mr. Kappus, but we move in infinite space.
Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen, die sich über die Dinge ziehn. Ich werde den letzten vielleicht nicht vollbringen, aber versuchen will ich ihn.
Ich kreise um Gott, um den uralten Turm, und ich kreise jahrtausendelang; und ich weiß noch nicht: bin ich ein Falke, ein Sturm oder ein großer Gesang.
I live my life in widening circles (set me free)
Starry Night (Vincent van Gogh), Widening Circles by Rainer Maria Rilke (tr. Joanna Macy), Commentary by Ivan M. Granger, The Chartres Cathedral Labyrinth, Ouroboros, 1760 (a photograph by Granger), question mark symbol in Armenian, 지민 (Jimin) ‘Set Me Free Pt.2’, Letters to a Young Poet (by Rainer Maria Rilke), Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen (by Rainer Maria Rilke)
Laver Cup 2018 highlights part 1
Coaching your adopted son can be frustrating. He rolls his eyes, smashes up racquets, insists on retreating to the back of the court even though you keep telling him to come forward. He gets stressed out and frustrated with himself. But you persevere, because aside from anything else you see a lot of yourself in him.
And in the end, he comes through for you and the team. As you knew he would.
“The courage it took to get out of bed this morning to face the same things over and over was enormous”
-Charles Bukowski
“I usually solve problems by letting them devour me”
-Franz Kafka
“People empty me , I have to get away to refill”
-Charles Bukowski
In my Eras era. 💅
Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: On Anxiety and self love https://anchor.fm/mohar-nag/episodes/On-Anxiety-and-self-love-e237nkd
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