Embrace your emotions

Sometimes, a pertinent idea just pops up out of nowhere. It can be the long sought-for solution, the right answer to something you so badly craved for, but couldn´t “figure it out”.

You just can´t “think” too much about it, pondering on, or trying to find the right words for it, hinders the informational flow.

You just let it come, as if you were a secret partaker to you own life.

A “pertinent idea” comes disguised as a strongly felt emotion. All great words are manifestations of inspired, almost haunting emotions. Only emotion helps us reach further in our quest of finding out our real purpose.

It strikes me like never before that Suffering derives from lack of emotional purpose. Lack of Felt Sense. If we are short of sense, that is, out of touch with emotion, we wither. We simply die inwardly.

The disease of this epoch is exactly this:

OBSESSIVE THINKING WHICH BRINGS ABOUT THE UBIQUITOUS ABSENCE OF EMOTION!

We are in the constant practice of  killing our emotion!

God damn it, let´s stop fleeing our emotions! 

EMOTION IS THE MAP OF LIFE! Your most precious asset.

Only truly heartfelt emotion will grant you the longed-for Sense, the healing of your human dignity!

This post is especially dedicated to women

“How are you”, she asked with a charming and unusually spontaneous smile.
“I am actually very well, thanks”, I answered sincerely.

She works as a cashier at the grocery store I usually go to. She is gorgeous. Her eyes are shining like a squirrel, the line of her nose makes you dream, her lips voluptuously reminding of a ripe strawberry. She is blatantly sexy, I kind of lose my words every time I see her.

So there I was standing in the queue waiting for my turn to pay. She confessed:

“You know, I have such an unbearable head ache.” I looked at her attentively and answered:
“You think too much, don´t you?”
“Far too much…It goes on and on ceaselessly.” She couldn´t hide her being grateful, as she felt seen. So she went on. “Nothing good comes out of it. The more I think the worse it gets.”

“Take a break from thinking! Can´t you focus away your attention from your thoughts, looking randomly on whatever else for a change?” I asked, feeling rather awkward as there was an eager man behind me waiting for his turn.
“What shall I look at…? Everything feels the same… – boring, senseless.” Her tone was so sorrowful.
“I feel already like an old woman…Pretty soon I will be full of wrinkles.”

I was in shock when I heard this, I couldn´t believe my ears. So totally irrational. Unbelievable really. Not find a single reason for joy when there are so many good things in life…I just couldn´t figure it out what made such a good-looking girl in her mid twenties feel so hopelessly bored, disheartened and unhappy.

“Look at your mental wrinkles, deal with them instead!…” I told her, picking up the fruit I had bought. I touched a string, as she and the man behind me smiled nodding. “Yeah, these damn mental wrinkles – so true…”

Due to this episode, I realized tonight like never before that many beautiful women, bear an old, rigid, intolerant and unhappy old woman inside of them, who´s constantly crushing their confidence and yearning, poisoning their passion, vehemently stealing their precious youth…

Who is this old, irrational, unhappy ghost…?