Deur te sê wapens maak mense dood is soos om te sê lepels maak mense vet …
Jy moet konsentreer, poepol!!
Dink julle dis ‘n coping mechanism of resilience wat maak dat mense altyd die snaaks in ‘n situasie sien?
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Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.” ~Mark Twain
Here’s the thing: There are an excessive number of f*cks given to imbecilic frivolous sh*t, and insufficient given to amazing and mysterious sh*t. That is an issue. We’ve all experienced this issue to some degree. It as a rule happens when the class five sh*tstorm of our lives takes us for a spin and we dismiss what truly matters.
Mysterious sh*t is the thing that truly matters, regardless of how hazardous or unsafe it might be. Life is too short to misuse it on dumb sh*t, regardless of how protected or agreeable that idiotic sh*t might be.
Tragically, what’s mysterious sh*t and what’s not changes somewhat from individual to individual. We as a whole have an alternate psychophysiological response to any given boosts, however minute. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” and so forth. Which is the reason the best place to begin learning how to spare your f*cks for enchanted sh*t is with yourself…
1.) Focus on your own sh*t:
“When you are truly genuine, there will invariably be people who do not accept you. And in that case, you must be your own bad ass self, without apology.” ~ Katie Goodman
In the crashing plane of an undesirable culture, a sound individual places the breathing device on themselves first.
Oxygen is life, actually. Allegorically, oxygen speaks to wellbeing. Also, becoming solid is the speediest approach to come to the heart of the matter to where you can distinguish supernatural shit from inept s*it. You should be equipped for this distinction before you can choose where every one of your f*cks will go. Not to mention wind up plainly unf*ckwithable.
Sadly, in an undesirable culture, we are typically instructed (molded/brainwashed/propagandized) to give our f*cks to doltish negligible s*it. In any case, that is absolutely why the “plane” is crashing. What’s more, that is additionally why we are needing to put the breathing device on ourselves first. We should concentrate without anyone else sh*t before we have a go at other individuals’ sh*t. Something else, there will simply be sh*t all over. When we get our own particular sh*t all together, we may acquire the privilege to help other people with their sh*t.
2.) Stop accepting sh*t you hate:
“Sometimes your knight in shining armor is just a retard in tin foil.”~Unknown
The more advantageous you turn into, the more you understand what you hate. Or, at least, the more you become aware about which is unhealthy. Idiotic negligible sh*t has a tendency to be unfortunate. Amazing magical sh*t has a tendency to be solid. It truly is that basic. Obviously, there is dependably balance to consider, which is a foundation of strength obviously, be that as it may, barring anything excessively outrageous, amazing mysterious sh*t is quite often sound.
In any case, somewhere close to the dictator axioms of “in light of the fact that I instructed you to,” and “it’s quite recently the way things are, manage it,” we dismissed this effortlessness. Accordingly, we are left drowning in undesirable sh*t that we’re some way or another simply expected to acknowledge in light of the fact that that is how things are.
Well, f*ck that!
You can take that dull-witted, brainwashed, emulated, manikin stringed sh*t and push it back where the sun doesn’t shine. We’re not having it. The sweet oxygen of wellbeing that we learned by focusing without anyone else sh*t has us wide conscious and mindful to those concise harangues of sick reason and sick wellbeing. At the end of the day: that sh*t won’t fly any longer. We’re onto what’s sound and what’s not beneficial. Starting now and into the foreseeable future, we’re choosing wellbeing by embracing what we adore over accepting what we loathe.
3.) Chuck it in the f*ck it bucket and move on:
“The secret of reaping the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment from life is to live dangerously.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
There’s a motivation behind why individuals have emotional meltdowns. There’s a motivation behind why some people make pail records. There’s a motivation behind why individuals say, “spend your cash on experiences instead of things. “I won’t get into those reasons, since that would make this article about something else. I just point it out to feature the significance of taking the following stage…
Now and then quite recently you have got the chance to shrug your shoulders, coarseness your teeth, snicker at your past, gaze into the void of your future, take the Bull of the Present by the horns, and say fuck it! Get caught up with living, or get occupied with dying.
All that imbecilic unimportant shit piling up around you in the steaming sh*t-stack of an undesirable culture? Throw it in the f*ck it can and proceed onward. All the coagulated fierceness and dead examples of a significantly wiped out society? Throw it in the f*ck it can and proceed onward. All the livingly turned weaponry to the detriment of both human and ecological wellbeing? Hurl it in the f*ck it basin and move on.
Be that as it may, and here’s the rub, gain from it. Possess up to your own duties regarding it. Accommodate with your shadows entrapment with the sh*t-show of everything. Grasp the way that your numbness and your codependence prompted the reeking heap of sh*t that is (was) your squandered life. In any case, at that point toss it in the f*ck it basin and proceed onward to something more advantageous. Something less contemptuous and wiped out. Something less weaponized and hyper-fierce. Something not so much shadowy but rather more loving. Stunningly better, change your shadow into your sibling. At that point the both of you together, as engaged partners, can search out all the mysterious sh*t worth giving your f*cks to.
4.) Breathe in strength, breathe out bullsh*t:
“Forgiveness means giving up all hope for a better past.” ~Lily Tomlin
Now, it’s the ideal opportunity for a little reflection and isolation. You’ve concentrated individually sh*t enough to understand it. You’ve made sense of the sh*t you despise. You’ve proceeded onward from its imbecilic pettiness all. Presently it’s a great opportunity to concentrate on breathing. It’s an ideal opportunity to tune in to the profound hush of your heart.
Breathe in quality, breathe out bullsh*t. Breathe in wellbeing, breathe out sick wellbeing. Breathe in reason, breathe out sick reason. Breathe in compassion, breathe out lack of concern. Breathe in adoration, breathe out despise. Breathe in giving a f*ck about enchantment sh*t, breathe out giving a f*ck about negligible sh*t.
Continue breathing. Continue meditating. Continue listening to your heart. The heart is more than heartbeat and cadence. It talks a dialect more established than words. Tune into it. Feel it. Completely. Balls to bones. Ovaries to marrow. At that point say f*ck it! Also, have a decent snicker. Since the grandiose joke is regularly looming, and you will dependably be the punchline. – Oh, f*cking, well!
5.) It’s all bullsh*t, however knowing it sets you free:
“Attitude is the difference between ordeal and adventure.” ~ Karl Frei
The distinction between a person who “knows” the path and a person who walks the path, is a decent comical inclination. Edification is more about the comical excursion than it is about some inflexibly characterized “answer” or goal. That is the reason the individual who comprehends that it’s all bullsh*t will probably be illuminated than the person who trusts that their own particular bullsh*t is valid.
It’s about state of mind. It’s about disposition. It’s tied in with making better inquiries and less about looking for better answers. Time passes by. In the long run enough time passes by and makes what you thought you knew out of date. At that point where are you? All things considered, it relies upon your state of mind. On the off chance that you were unbendingly and stubbornly sticking to a specific wicker bin, at that point you’d most likely be smashed under the overwhelming blow that your perspective has all of a sudden turned out to be invalid (or perhaps your intellectual disharmony is strong to the point that it keeps you buried in ignorance).
In any case, on the off chance that you had a receptive, adaptable, and diverting disposition in regards to your “answers”then there would have never been any wicker bin sufficiently genuine or sufficiently commendable to hold every one of your “eggs” in any case, thus you would not be so crushed. You’d probably simply shrug your shoulders, have a decent snicker at yourself, and proceed onward with your new learning close behind. Without a doubt. You’d probably grasp the astute expressions of Aristotle, “It is the characteristic of an informed personality to have the capacity to consider an idea without tolerating it.”
6.) F*ck Namaste, embrace Kidmaste:
“The difference between a good life and a bad life is how well you walk through the fire.” ~Carl Jung
The mystery is this: you are not tossed into the fire; you are the fire. Hardly any individuals comprehend this. The vast majority don’t have the fortitude to be fire. Since they are too damn caught up with being moths.
When I say, “f*ck Namaste,” I don’t mean f*ck the assumption of the articulation. Not in the slightest degree. The opinion is a delightful thing. No, I mean f*ck its misrepresentation. I mean f*ck the favor very genuine fakery of it. I mean strip the otherworldly conscience and demonstrate to us your defenseless truth. At exactly that point will the god inside me have the capacity to see/respect the god inside you.
That is the reason I say grasp Kidmaste: the child inside me respects the child inside you. We’re all only a child from some place. In the amazing plan of things, we live generally short lives. Truly, we’re not that far expelled from that little child we used to be. The veil is that we’ve “grown up.”
Grown-ups are simply kids that overlooked how not to consider themselves excessively important. A grown-up who is in contact with their internal identity is all the more adaptably strong and ready to deal with the changes of life than a grown-up who isn’t. For sure. There is greater development in a spoonful of modest, amusing, fun loving, kid like defenselessness than in an oceanful of unconcerned, genuine, unbending, “grown-up like”invulnerability. As Dr. Seuss stated, “Grown-ups are quite recently out of date kids.”
7.) Be unf*ckwithable:
“In order to truly be unf*ckwithable, you need to lose your need to seek validation or love from others and to judge them when you perceive that they are not giving you what you need.” ~ Vishen Lakhiani
Unf*ckwithable (adj.): When you are truly settled and in contact with yourself, and nothing anybody says or does bothers you, and no negativity or drama can touch you. ~Urban Dictionary
The mystery of unf*ckwithability is giving certifiable ardent fucks to an admirable motivation. That is the place the enchantment is. It can’t be pointed at. It must be looked for after. It can’t be instructed. It must be felt. On the off chance that that is excessively secretive for you, attempt this: Nobody however you can find the enchantment that is one of a kind to you.
When you’re ready to locate the sweet spot crossing point between the things you want to do – and when you’re ready to be completely present in that sacrosanct space– you wind up plainly strong. Not in a safe way, as you may have guessed. Yet, in a totally defenseless way. The sort of powerlessness that Millman’s Peaceful Warrior instructs. The sort of powerlessness found in profound Flow States. The sort of helplessness found in care reflection. The sort of helplessness found in credible giggling and genuine funniness. The sort of defenselessness found in saying f*ck it! Life is too short to enable imbecilic unimportant sh*t to cut me down.
You have liberated yourself up for more noteworthy and more noteworthy opportunity. Presently you are allowed to dependably win, in light of the fact that notwithstanding when you “lose” you pick up learning. Indeed, even through your missteps, you end up noticeably insightful. Having abandoned your pen, you have energetically strolled through the open entryway of your own sh*t-filled jail cell. You now have the physical, mental, and profound dauntlessness to shake the pens of others and to uncover to them as Rumi uncovered to all of us: “For what reason do you remain in jail when the entryway is completely open?” Indeed. For what reason do you give a f*ck about frivolous bullsh*t when you could give a f*ck about enchanted bullsh*t?
… in jou kop wees om hulpelose en hawelose mense in die strate te gaan soek en “bietjie te karnuffel”? Om op te let waar hulle slaap en hulle dan onverwag aan te val? Hoe fucked up kan die mens nie wees nie … (nee toemaar, los maar, hier is geen antwoord nodig nie …)
En as jy dan self dalk eendag is daardie posisie is, sal jy die eerste een wees wat skreeu om hulp?
… om die kommentaar op die plasing te lees as die plasing self …
PS: what’s good for the goose ….
… is NIE iets wat menz gehoor het toe menz nog klein was nie.
Maar Matteo Stucchi verbaas met sy kuns:
Volg die link bo om nog te sien.
Well, I never …
… die aliens is klaar hier …
Hierdie is wragtag nie mens nie. Cyborg miskien ….
… drink. Menz vermoed hy drink baie. Daarom is hy min op sy pos en werk menzsemond vinniger as wat menzsebrein tekens van onheil kan waarneem. Ander kere is hy weer op sy pos as menz wil sê “Uhm, nee” en dan sê menz eerder iets noncommittal.
Menz het menzsekar se diens verlede week al geboek. Menz was vanmore al 6:45 voor die dienssentrum se deur en menzsekar se sleutels is eerste ingegee. Sodat hy vinnig gediens en gewas en stryk kan kom, sodat hy kan terug kom na waar menz hom kan sien. (Ja, ja, ietwat van ‘n control freak, maar dis nou soos dit is.)
Die opbou van die effense ontsteldheid het begin by die oproep om 12:35 waar die dame menz te vertelle het dat die probleem met die vensterknoppie R1010.72 (arbeid ingesluit) gaan kos. En met die noem van elke volgende sakie (soos windskermveërs en remskywe) is sy kortliks in die rede geval met ‘n “ons sal dit privaat laat doen, dankie”. Want hulle is fokken duur en menz het al verwag om menzsekar teen ongeveer 13:00 terug onder menz se oë te hê waar hy hoort. Die diens is “maar net” R3050.00.
Menz bitch nie eintlik oor die koste wat nou op menzsekar aangegaan word nie, maar eerder oor menzsetyd se koste wat nou gemors word. Nou moet menz tot 17:30 werk om ‘n geleentheid te kan kry om menzsekar te gaan haal (menz werk eintlik net tot 15:30 omdat menz al 6:00 begin werk). En oor menz nou in die fokkenspitsverkeer gaan sit oppad huis toe.
Eintlik is menz net onverklaarbaar in ‘n slegte bui omdat sake buite menz se beheer is. En menz hou nie daarvan nie. Glad nie. Fok.
En menz gaan ‘n snedige aanmerking maak wanneer menz gebel word vir kwaliteitsbeheer, menz weet sommer. Hopelik is die wag voor menzsemond dan nugter.