All this conversations on evidence based policies, adapting preferences and subjective well-being measurement (my geeky side coming out) has made me think if is really that bad to let your intuition speak. Without mayor detail, the answer to a simple question can sometimes reveal much more that we think it does.
I’m feeling pretty good. Is it too good to be true? It goes against all my efforts to keep myself “grounded” and but sometimes its time be a dreamer and a romantic. I don’t think it is bad to be one when you are still following the evidence. After all, everything we see, smell, touch, hear, read, talk about and even dream gets recorded somewhere as pieces of evidence waiting to be used.
I have been taught that individuals make rational decisions and maybe I misunderstood (or the ones who did were the ones who taugh me) and though that rational meant that you can recall the exact process, describe which variables you took into account and how did you valued them to make a certain decision. But I’m begining to think now that we know much more than we think we do. Using the information that we have been holding in our subconsient without knowing it, we make those difficult choices, but when we are asked about that, all that we can say is so simple that it seems as if we were clueless.
But we aren’t. We know what we value and when we are feeling that something is working even if we have problems expressing it or even if others don’t belive in what we are saying. I’m only getting into this happines, subjective well-being approach now but I feel as if it reconciles my practical and completely un-romatic, ruining the mood side with my ability (?) to dream while I’m awake. And it definitively goes with one of those catchy quotes that says that you should only speak when you have something to say.
The time to wait has ended and now it’s time to learn, to do and to undo, to move the energies around.
What would be strange is if things didn’t change and sometimes we need to encourage that change. As if my life was in synchrony with nature, the sun is getting out and so am I.
Even the outside world of an inside world is still a piece of our inside world, not to mention the thoughts we have about the inside world of strangers and that are so uncertain and unstable that they say more about ourselves than about others.
…And so we are doubly strangers, for between us there is not only the deceptive outside world, but also the delusion that exists of it in every inside world.Is it an evil, this strangeness and distance?…How would it be if we confronted each other unprotected by the double refraction represented by the interpreted body? If, because nothing stood between us, we tumbled into each other?
é a promessa de vida no teu coracao
A minute is always a minute and a day always has 24 hours but time has felt so different lately that now I’m not sure how to handle it.
Life in one of the world’s biggest and busiest cities is certainly chaotic but when it all became part of the routine an hour journey every day wasn’t that bad with something to read on the way. An hour journey on a bus, where I get dizzy if I read is not as good though. Music could work as an alternative.
Two bank holidays on a row were not as good as they sound since the post isn’t working and I’m expecting something to arrive “urgently”.
I thought that after three months I would have everything sorted out. How naive was I? Not only I’m still thinking what to do and waiting for things that are out of my control to happen but have also realized that once that is sorted out new things will need to be addressed.
At least four hours to kill before meeting someone… I would have preferred to sleep four extra hours this morning. At least two would have been good.
And more than five minutes (actually more than 10x4 or 5) waiting on the line for someone to pick up made me realize classical music does not always induce calm and relaxing feelings. That’s a way to ruin the pleasure of listening to good music.
Latest events in my life and lots of those “3 hour coffee” long conversations with friends regarding their own made me think about this: Is there such a thing as destiny?
I don’t want to think there is, because if that was the case, then what is the point of living? if things were just meant to occur in some way then we shouldn’t need to do anything at all (for good or worse) and events would just happen anyway.
Nevertheless sometimes the world seems to be on your side and some others against. What I am thinking is that sometimes a series of events start to unravel so fast and unexpectedely that the outcome seems predestined. But in the end, even if all the right conditions are there, it is our own will, our actions and thoughts, our words or our silences what make the difference. What makes us what we are, are the choices we make when we face that “destiny”.
I could have always said no -or yes-. But I didn’t, and that’s why I am here now. Every little choice counts, from sleeping ten more minutes and missing the bus to falling in love. The thing is that you have to be prepared to face the consequences, the good and the bad ones, because there is no time for regrets.
As the latest quote I posted from Murakami’s book, time is the only thing we can’t beat, the only destined thing to happen. But still, even if we know that it will keep on running and that we will always be late, there are some other things in life that can’t happen unless you move and you feel. You can plan, but stop calculating every little detail and start living, it is never going to be the right moment, so why wait for it?
