Thursday, February 21, 2013

Hasta que la vida nos separe


Acto 1(Recuerdos de oro): 2013-02-18 13:00 Café Albanique, Gijón, Asturias

Armado con un café, con la maquina de escribir cargada y con un sol que se muestra los dientes en una terraza encantadora. La única cosa que falta son mis memorias sobre las llanas, agudas y esdrújulas cual de todos modos serian inútiles con un teclado ingles.
Que lugar maravilloso este Gijón tan majo. A que no? Vale, sigo con mis derrapes...
Esta semana infiltre el mundo maravilloso de una familia que siempre considere como la mía y cual me devolvió el amor a 200%. Vine a excavar recuerdos y caí sobre un tesoro. Pensaba encontrar descanso y encontré ojeras. Pensé que lo sabia todo y salgo mas umble que unos ojos que vean el sol por primera vez. Muchas gracias por todo si llegan a leer estas palabras y espero poder regresar pronto en este estupendo lugar.
Por los que se preguntan a que puede parecer un tal sitio, pues aquí hay unas pruebas.
Si el lugar no esta vendido, aquí hay mas ventajas: hay mar con bellas olas surfeables, hay montanas increíbles para ski, hay paisajes que cortan el aliento, hay casas calurosas, hay comida sabrosa, hay deportes extraños como el "padle" cual suelen ser aditivos después de una sola vez, hay....hay...hay Y SOBRE TODO hay gente formidable.
El único punto negativo es que hay que llegar con las pilas puestas y cargadas porque los Asturianos son imparables.
Hay muchos viajeros que dicen que la India desborda de amor, pero la verdad es que Asturias tiene mas todavía. Al final depende de lo que el amor tiene como resonancia en las orejas de cada uno.

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Acto 2(Amor borroso parte 1) 2013-02-19 Tren de Gijón hacia Barcelona, España

Este acto fue tuvo 3 paginas cual se perdieron por causa de mala sincronización de la aplicación de Blogger, cual vengo de desinstalar.

En esas paginas hablaba de la belleza de los paisajes Asturianos cual quedaron gravados en mi retina y también hable de mi tema preferido que es el de las interactiones humanas sobre todo la parte del amor...a seguir.

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Acto 3(Economía nebulosa) 2013-02-20 Café La Crema, Barcelona, España

Tengo ganas de hablar de la dinámica social cual parece quemar este país al igual que a Francia. Lo que voy a decir es mi opinión con una vista de elemento extranjero con bastante experiencia de dinámicas diferentes.

El país va mal, falta dinero para guardar estable el sistema que dirige el mundo. El miedo de algo grave se hace sentir en las noticias. La guerra silenciosa de la evolución esta tocando a la puerta. En mi opinión, la vida es como un río donde el agua de ayer esta alejándose y al quedándose mirando hacia ella no se vean los obstáculos del presente lo que acaba jodiendo el futuro.

Veo mucha gente que se queja de un mundo en cual todos queremos tener mas haciendo menos. Es extraño ver las posibilidades presentes gastarse con el quejo de un pasado posiblemente lindo. Somos maquinas que suelen adaptarse a nuevas realidades y es tiempo de adaptarse que nos guste o no. Vivimos en un mundo en cual la competición son otros humanos igual de inteligentes con fuerzas iguales y quizás con ciertas ventajas.

El humano tienes 3 maneras de reaccionar a un cambio que implica peligro. La primera reacción es de congelar, la segunda es de huir y la tercera que solo sucede después de las dos primeras es de combatir.

Lo que veo ahora en Europa es sobre todo las dos primeras reacciones y pienso que la única salida es de combatir aceptando el cambio. Entonces los que llegan mas rápido a partir su tercer nivel serán lo que construirán el futuro.

Por ejemplo, si tendría una empresa de manufacturas, jamas traería mi negocio en un país con tanta sindicalización, donde la mano de obra quiere mucho a cambio del resultado de su trabajo y en cual el producto final puede ser una perdida en vez de hacer beneficios, lo que al final es el objetivo de una empresa.
De otro lado, hay el estilo de vida increíble que existe aquí aun con los problemas actuales económicos. Ni siquiera en Canadá he visto tantos coches nuevos, casa bonitas y arhitectura maravillosa. Esos detalles es como trabajar como mesero y tener que mantener un Ferrari...es un poco difícil.
Pase lo que pase, la evolución esta ahí y no creo que se pueda hacer un tortilla con huevos sin romper sus cascaras...

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Acto 4(Amor eterno parte 2) 2013-02-21 Panadería, Barcelona, España

Te has preguntado alguna vez porque una parte de una pareja decide romper una unión en cual se metió de buena voluntad al principio. La respuesta es muy simple y es que esa mitad de relación abandono la idea de que esa unión le traerá lo suficiente para seguir. Piense un segundo, uno de los dos unidos abandono la idea de encontrar lo mínimo suficiente para seguir.
Después de tanto esfuerzo, después de tanto tiempo y posiblemente de tanto dinero, toman la decisión consciente que es mejor dejar todo atrás y seguir por si mismo.

Somos (o vivimos en) maquinas perfectas y casi auto-suficientes a cuales les gustan los cócteles de substancias que influyen nuestro comportamiento inconsciente. El amor o cualquier emoción intensa esta creada por una mezcla de químicos en el cerebro cual tienen un resultado positivo sobre nuestro humor....blablabla... el amor no es nada mas que un estado muy agradable.
La maquina que pensamos manejar tiene una parte automática cual tiene sus propios objetivos y los dos principales son:
-Sobrevivencia de uno mismo
-Sobrevivencia de la especie(pasar el ADN a la proxima generacion)

La unión social por ejemplo es una manera muy buena de cualquier organismo de tener mas seguridad, así que buscamos compañía de otros seres para eso, al igual que de la maquina opuesta para poder usar el mecanismo de reproducción.
Si logramos sacar todas los ornamentos de la historia del hombre quedamos con el núcleo de un ser que busca techo, comida y compañía para sobrevivir.

Regresando al amor, con los anos nos construimos historias maravillosas como los ancianos tenían dioses de lluvia, para embellezer lo que ocurre en las uniones de dos seres imperfectos y independientes. La uniones sirven inconsciente para ayudar la semilla a crecer en las mejores condiciones.

En general, si una parte decide abandonar el barco de la relación y piensa que ya no tendrá lo mínimo necesario para seguir adelante es sobre todo porque la comunicación entre los dos tipos de maquinas, no es la misma. Eso esta muy bien ilustrado en el libro "Los hombres vienen de Marzo y las mujeres vienen de Venus". Al final los dos lados acaban agotados de dar amor a SU manera y no recibir nada a SU manera en cambio. Obviamente, los dos lados dan de su parte pero en general ninguno recibe nada al otro lado, por lo menos no de la manera significativa.

Tuve una discusión interesantísima sobre dos conceptos casi opuestos y mezclados por la sociedad moderna. La lealtad y la fidelidad. La fidelidad esta relacionado con la obligación de no seguir sus propios impulsos y tiene la raíz en el miedo de no ser el suficiente para la otra mitad. De otro lado la lealtad es un concepto opcional de ayuda entre dos seres con una buena conexión para pasar encima de los obstáculos de la vida. Encuentro ilogicos los esfuerzos que un ser puede hacer para tratar de convertir en posesion los sentimientos de otra persona. Solo podemos controlar lo que queda en los limites de nuestra piel.

El amor se podría trocear en conexión, confort, simbiosis, unidireccion de objetivos, pasiones, sensualidad y sexualidad comunes. Ese amor empieza con la luna de miel definida por psicólogos entre 3 meses y hasta 2 anos en cual toda propiedad de la otra mitad es un encanto. Después de esa luna de miel, cada mitad deja de hacer el esfuerzo de guardar la mascara en la cual pinto su imagen ideal con mucho cuidado. Así que parece normal que algunos se espanten al ver la verdadera cara del amor.

Me acuerdo de un estudio en cual estaba escrito que 75% de las parejas que se casaban, se divorciaban dentro de 5 anos. Que extraño que dos personas inteligentes y conscientes eligieron de tomar un CONTRATO, solo para romperlo en los anos siguientes. Además sobre esos divorcios, 70% fueron pedido por la parte femenina de la relación. Otra vez encuentro extraño, porque en general, una CONTRATO de boda ventaja la mujer.

Lo que queda del amor, es la parte mas bonita: el principio... Los pájaros que cantan, los olores embrujadores, la atención de otro ser, los piropos, las emociones intensas, los latidos de corazón, la falta de sueno, falta de alimentación... Todos esos síntomas son lo que ocurre, cuando nuestro cuerpo(y alma) conecta con otra posibilidad de pareja... Ahí empieza el baile de la conquista cual acaba en la luna de miel.
Los que dicen que ese estado no se puede crear, SE EQUIVOCAN, porque aun si ese estado no se puede reproducir por completo, si se puede empujar fuertemente en la buena dirección. Las aventuras de Casanova son realizables por cualquier, ser en cualquier parte del mundo. Solo hay que saber, cuales son las necesidades internas del otro para dárselos en el buen orden. Para los perezosos, hay "El Método" que es la punta del iceberg.

Juro de tomar, cuidar, compartir, amar y ayudar XXX hasta que la VIDA nos separe...

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Closing the loop

Préferez-vous le francais?

When my eyes opened that morning I would have never imagined all the places I would go inside and how much I would relive, hurt and heal all at once.
I'll try and share some things with you if you have the patience, but first, France and probably Europe is on the downward spiral.
The main reason is that the "Parisians" have lost their arrogant wit, only empty eyes filled with lost dreams and hopes. Everybody is grumpy, complains have filled the streets and it seems like it's the place where giving up won the battle. I might be responsible for part of it, since there's a chance that a little devilish cold sneaked into my jacket and release itself here in order to have the chilly 5 degrees today.
The second reason why France seems to get worst jump to my eyes during the experience of closing an old account. But first, I felt like a king when opening it, because it was zen, professional and they even served complimentary coffee. I was speechless and was starting to judge unattractive Canadian system back then. Now for closing the account, the lady had booked 2 of us(clients) at the same time, the place was a mess and I felt like a huge burden. I know closing and opening accounts are not the same operation, BUT it was ridiculous, I mean come on guys it's your fudging job and it's pretty fudging easy. I felt worst than a bank robber. Eventually I got out and swear not to open an account there again. Take that CIC next to Arc de Triomphe.
By the way, the positively amazing thing here is the price of Internet and cell phones. With Free, you can have a full month of unlimited talk, txt and some data for 20euros. Same with home Internet that you could use pretty much everywhere. Home phones come with free international calls...WTF happened to Canada and US?
Let's start with the loop story, right now is 15h and I'm having a coffee(espresso) in front of Arc de Triomphe in order to get inspired. Its coldish, gray and about to rain, there a soothing electro music playing softly in the back giving my spirit a needed rest after all the emotions today.
This morning I was tired because of a couchsurfing amazing party yesterday night that went a little too well and since yesterday I indulged in food and rest, today I decided to walk from one side of Paris to the other in order to get to the bank and close my French account. It was a marvelous dramatic 3h30 during which I walked 20000 steps, so I'll take the metro back.
It started with finding beauty around, like architecture, which is absolutely impressive, then it went to just observing without judging the grumpy people, which are very friendly if you ask them anything with a big smile. They're great people under great pressure, especially in Paris where everything gets lesser for bigger costs. It really hit and grow inside me more and more with every step that took me to the heart of Paris, the place that was my cavern for a full year. All the senses got involved, the perfect taste of the super falafel near my ex-house, the smell of crepes, the sound of impatience, the touch of the Notre Dame walls and the astonishing vision of a younger and more naive self exploring life.
I relived the beginning of a beautiful part of my life after not properly have healed an old relation. I adopted the rebound lifestyle for letting it go on for so long. I just needed a lot of fun and a direction to my new single life, just to fall into the same pattern. Have you ever put a bandaid on an uncleaned wound? How did the healing process go?...Eventually you have to clean deeper...and I think it's part of what happened today.
Life is like this blog, all about choices in the making and I don't regret any of my choices, I just wished I was more honest and direct with them. Deep inside, we all know what we want and we make sacrifices to "protect" others, who in the end will see(or not) our good intentions. I really believe that we all have good intentions, we just end up expressing the love in the wrong way...or simply said: We do the wrong things for the right reasons. Can you remember one thing that you did and really hurt someone you love?
When I got the real heart of the starting feeling, which was on Ile St-Luis on the bench where I met Gemelo, Anabel and Pilar that completely changed my life, there was this soft ray of sun that come at the same time when the wind came to a complete stop and birds were playing with the furious water. It was the same spot where one night a broken heart got a bandaid. I was disoriented hurt and alone in a stranger world.Everything was collapsing and those "strangers" help me grow a new world with a new vision. All those memories rushed in and my legs abandoned me at the same time that tears rushed to my eyes. All that beauty triggered intense feelings and all I could do was to observe in a moment that took decades. There was nothing, no sweat, no discomfort, no pain just air coming softly into my lungs and feelings. There was this great weight on my chest that I couldn't completely remove. Eventually I snapped out and found a napkin to wipe the feeling essence of my cheeks. At that precise moment, something inside "healed" and I never felt so good before. I remember walking and laughing to myself for a little while.
That day ended extremely well,walking around my memories, closing the bank account and walking for free on the famous Arc the Triomphe with my journalist papers.
That same night, I dropped into bed and fall deep, deep, deep into the rabbit's hole. It was so deep, that my memory of those mindless dreams stayed at the bottom.
Next day I took my tired feet, had lunch with an old friend and visited 2 more unseen museums. Napoleon's tomb which by its "show-off"ness gives away a man huge complex and determination. I cannot do anything but wonder how many lives were sacrificed so that man can have a grandiose final rest. Then visited the naked body art exposition at Muse d'Orsay which would made me think about the utility of our perfect machine and the protection we surround it with.
One huge thing was also the soup of my heart. The Kimchi lamen in my favorite restorant near the Louvre. It didn't had the same taste but the memories came just in time and were pleasant copany. One last thing was going to the Decathlon and getting a new version of the polar that costed 4euros 4 years ago and was an amazing protection during ALL my travels since. I got the black version for 8 euros and told the cashier to throw the old tired one away.
And that's how, like a magician playing with big rings, I closed the loop, relived and finally released the past and now ready for the future.
I lived more in the last 4 days than in the last 8 months.

Live, love and learn

Fermer la boucle

Prefer to read in English


En ouvrant les yeux ce matin, je n'aurais jamais osé imaginer tous les recoins intérieurs que j'allais explorer au cours des 2 prochains jours. Une abondance d'émotions, de souvenirs et expériences de toute sorte.
Mais avant d'embarquer dans la boucle, voici quelques impressions de cette ville lumière qui semble s'éteindre tranquillement. Je n'observe plus cette arrogance légendaire présente lors de mon vécu précédent, je vois plutôt des yeux vides, des rêves oubliés et des soucis un peu trop présents. Je comprends pourquoi mon Plateau est si plein de ces braves gens. J'imagine que la griseur et ce petit froid humide et désagréable qui glace les os a un gros impact sur l'humeur. Les temps chauds seront bientôt là...courage.
La deuxième raison pourquoi la France semble s'enfoncer est due à une horrible expérience pour fermer mon ancien compte de banque. Tout d'abord, je tiens à souligner que j'étais très impressionné par la façon dont la représentante de cette même succursale de la banque CIC a procédé  à l'ouverture du compte il y a 4 ans. Ambiance zen, ordonné, professionnel, secrétaire compétente et souriante ainsi qu'un café complémentaire n'avait rien à voir avec la courante version, bordélique, secrétaire boudeuse qui m'ignore, deux clients en même temps et coup de pied au cul psychologique. On reviendra plus à la CIC à coté de l'Arc de Triomphe.
Un truc extrêmement positif c'est la couveture du réseau internet et téléphonique ainsi que les prix ridicules. Par exemple, avec Free, 20 euros donnent des appels et textos illimités ainsi que du data. Sans parler des appels internationaux gratuits et ... Que fait-on dans la grandieuse Amérique du Nord?
Bouclage de boucle, il est 15h, je prends un bon café(expresso) devant l'Arc de Triomphe pour m'inspirer, les nuages se font insistants même si le vent tente fortement de les dissiper. Une petite musique de fond joue doucement et fait danser allègrement mes états d'esprit après une journée remplie d'émotions et e souvenirs.
À cause d'une super belle soirée en belle compagnie étrangère(couchsurfing) du lundi soir précédent ainsi que des 20000 pas de la journée de la traverse de Paris, j'avais eu besoin d'une deuxième bonne dose de caféine pour garder mes doigts en action. Il y aussi la quantité de délicieux plats qui ont fait orgasmer mes papilles gustatives depuis l'atterrissage de l'avion, qui ont fatigué mon corps par le système digestif. Je prendrais le métro pour revenir.
La boucle avait commencé  par l'observation de la beauté dans les trucs autour comme l'architecture qui est incroyablement détaillé et artistique, suivi par l'observation neutre du râlement des passants qui sont d'ailleurs très sympathiques une fois désarmés par un gros sourire Canadien. Ce sont des gens formidables sous énorme pression d'un ajustement constant dans un monde ou on donne plus avec moins.
Avec chaque pas vers le coeur de la ville ou tout avait commencé, une pression s'intensifiait en dedans de moi. Tous les sens étaient à fleur de peau, tellement qu'après la Bastille je ressemblait un zombi guidé par une force invisible. Je ne pensais plus et mes pas allaient tous seuls, le falafel délicieux que Micael m'avait montré, l'appartement de Sarah, le café du coin de la rue où je fumais ma cigarette en lisant le journal et en buvant mon café. Finalement lorsque la patinoire se faisait visible, mes pieds ont changé de direction vers Île St-Louis qui fut le vrai début de toutes les boucles. Une seconde plus tard, j'étais assis sur le banc ou j'avais rencontré Gemelo, Anabel et Pilar dans un moment ou j'étais perdu, seul et déboussolé. J'avais atterri là la première fois avec une longue relation qui semblait empoisonné. Éventuellement, cette relation prit fin, laissant derrière un être seul, triste, blessé, déboussolé avec un sentiment de culpabilité. Ça rappelle quelque chose à quelqu'un?
J'avais une grosse blessure à coeur ouvert et par peur d'avoir du mal en la traitant, j'ai décidé de mettre un pansement et ...ce qui ne tue pas rend plus fort...grosse erreur que je réalise à présent...mais que serait ce monde sans erreurs...on le saura jamais.
Quoi qu'il en soit, la seule chose que je regrette dans mes décision précédentes est de ne pas avoir été plus honnête et direct. Si on prend le temps de s'écouter, on sait très bien ce qu'on veut, par la suite on choisit de continuer à soutenir un rythme de vie qu'on ne veut pas ou ... perdre les avantages qui font qu'on a ce style de vie.
Aussi, nous pensons faire du bien aux autres en marchant sur nos principes et en mentant(Ça vous dit quelque chose aussi?) aux êtres chers et éventuellement ces mensonges reviennent nous hanter. Tant pis, je passe en premier, du moins quant à dire la vérité, pour le reste on fera des compromis.
Pour revenir à aujourd'hui sur ce banc avec le temps qui s'arrêta, le soleil sortit, le vent stoppa et une rivière se forma dans mes yeux. Il n'y a pas de mots qui peuvent exprimer cette tempête intérieure. J'ai revécu, senti, guéri ou du moins nettoyé mes anciennes plaies. Tout et rien coexistaient en même temps, j'étais bien, je revenais tranquillement à moi et un mouchoir nettoya gentillement l'essence d'émotions qui ornaient mes joues. Mon sourire rejoint mes oreilles et le monde recommença à tourner. Une sensation qui semblait dire merci mes amis parisiens pour tout ce que vous avez fait pour moi dans le passé.
La boucle principale fut bouclé, le passé était présent laissant place au futur.
La journée finit merveilleusement bien continuant à baigner dans les émotions et souvenir, fermant le compte de banque et visitant gratuitement le fameux Arc de Triomphe grâce à mes papiers de journaliste.
Cette nuit je me laissais tomber dans le lit et lorsque je le touchait, la chute continuât profondément dans mon inconscient, tellement que les souvenirs n'eurent pas la force de revenir à la surface.
Une deuxième journée s'annonça et mes pieds déjà fatigué m'ont emmené au musée de Napoleon avec sa majestuesité qui semblait dire, ici gît un homme déterminé et complexé. Je ne puis m'empêcher de penser à tous les corps gaspillés pour que le sien repose dans un si grand endroit. Par la suite il y eut une exposition au musée d'Orsay avec la collection de nus qui m'ont fait admirer cette belle et parfaite machine ainsi que les moyens que nous mettons en place pour la protéger. Ces visites gratuites ont été récompensés par la soupe chérie du restaurant japonais au Louvre qui n'avait plus le même gout, mais ou j'étais accompagné de souvenir délicieux d'une merveilleuse époque.
Une autre petite boucle fut fermé et par la même occasion j'aimerais dire un gros bravo aux concepteurs du polar de chez Decathlon, car j'ai acheté le nouveau modèle(c'est le même que celui d'il y a 4 ans) pour le double de la somme initiale, donc 8 euros. Ce polar est juste fantastique pour tous les voyageurs, il ne coûte presque rien, il m'a protégé durant 3 gros voyages en 4 ans dans toutes sortes de situations et il a passé haut la main.
Voici donc comme tel un magicien avec des cerceaux magiques je jongle avec les boucles intercalés.
J'ai vécu plus de choses durant les 4 derniers jours que durant les 8 derniers mois.

Live, Love and Learn

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Kikou, Maximus and the others

Hope you guys are doing great and I wish you all Happy Holidays, I'm about to leave for a 4 month trip around Europe in almost 1 month with only worry to rent my appartment ... and money.

Once again, I'm getting ready to open the comfy velour doors of the American dream and hop into the unknown scary nomad realm with a strange important choice making question in mind:

What is the logical reason for any living being to leave a secure comfortable environnent to go explore possible hostile situations/places in search of new experiences?

Whatever your answer is, I absolutely love this part of life and the thrill reminds me that I'm alive in a world of infinite possibilities. Making risky choices, is about weighting the risks and accepting the possible consequences. But even with the logical part understood there's inner illogical fears resurfacing from our past.

One of the people that I find inspiring said: There are problems in this world that only death can solve.
 I couldn't agree more and once we realise which ones they are, we could tackle the other 99.9% that we have power of change over them and get towards our goals. Sounds like a motivation speech and it is, since making choices has everything to do with motivation.

What is your greatest ennemy? 
I like to think that my sneakiest enemy is hidden in a dark place of my own mind, whispering limiting beliefs. Having realized this, I decided to give him a nick name, change his voice and even gave him a body. I baptized this mysterious, obstacle making, creature “Kikou”. I also made it small, cute, fluffy with a tiny little funny voice. Now every time he whispers, it brings a smile instead of doubt and I warmly welcome him with a "Hello Kikou" minimizing his effect on my decision after taking in consideration the factual part of his worries.

What about your greatest power source?
On the other side, there’s my inner warrior king that takes the right path and follows my heart's desires while helping others. I’ve decided to make him tall, strong with shining armor, burning sincere stare and a deep wise hypnotic voice. I baptized him “Maximus” after the gladiator movie. I welcome him with "What we do in life echoes in eternity", while breathing deeply and lowering the eyes to salute him. It's usually a sign of a good decision.

Any others?
In between, there are many other characters like the inner child, Cristi, whom expresses curiosity towards the world with his big bright playful eyes. He’s also innocent and playful in his interactions with the world. 
A little further in the dark corners hides the big powerful, but grumpy wolf with his unforgiving character, ready to bite whoever enters his obscure cave. He usually comes out late when the others are tired or in times of scarcity. 
There’s definitely Bacchus going around bringing people together and partying. He usually come out when alcohol is present, he’s very friendly, playful, fun but gets unstable fast.
There’s the monk, quietly feeling the universe around him and raising his conscience. 
There’s the old wise man, which gives useful advice to the King.
There's many more characters in my book, but these ones are most common and by changing their image I can change the impact they have on my decision making process, at least when I'm aware enough to see them come on stage.

There doesn’t seem to be any right or wrong universal way to live your life, as long as we follow our own good path.
Did you ever wonder why, most of us run away from the real important decisions by filling our choice maker with tiny insignificant decisions? In the last years, did you spent more time deciding what to wear or what to eat instead of what you should do to favor your wanted inner characters?

I talked with a friend and it was funny to see the way his mind worked, associating colors with the states I made into characters. He had a strong association between those states of mind(characters) and colors. His way of removing a negative state of mind(Kikou), is  to recall a color that made him feel a more powerful state(Maximus).

I really hope this post will inspire some of you to find your inner strengths and use them in the right situation in order to make better decisions.

If you have 30 free min, to try the following exercice:
1) Think and write down the most recurring states of mind.
2) How do they resonate with you (characters, colors, sounds, feel)?
3) Now that you know a way to get into those states, how can you make some of them stronger or weaker in order to be more congruent with the way of life you're looking for?

Hope you loved this post and I have a cute story coming soon about Kikou, Maximus and relations. Please leave any feedback (good or bad).

Now back to preparing the crazy trip around 27 European countries in only 4 months. Lets hope I don't forget anything, which reminds me that I don't have my plane tyckets yet...

Sincerely yours,
Alex

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Feelings

Time flyies and I need a vacation ... because this one ended up too soon. Feels like 10 years passed by in those unforgetable 10 months. Just left my paradise filled with great memories stamped in my soul by the surrounding views, underwater madness and amazing free souls that I connected with.
There isn't enough ink or time to write about that unreal place named Kho Tao. Sharks, whalesharks, trigger fish, murreys, rays, other divers, caverns, swim throughs, beach coconuts, chang, leo, flags and borders mixing together, experienced boat captains flying over fishes head, Shonkran, Swati caaaaaap, sunsets, sunrises, strange bugs...are tattooed at the back of my right legs and at the deepest part of my heart.

It's funny to travel and discover new ways, traditions, magic and trying to respect the absurdity of new ways of thinking. I lost faith in any magic and man made gods, the only thing that makes sense is that we are an independent machine that interacts with its environment and adapts. Great man made stories to control masses and to romanticize the human being.
I respect your belief anyways if you have any, but back to feelings...
Let's imagine that we're a perfect machine interacting with its environment through our five senses which generates FEELINGS. They are just the chemical liberated by the brain and that makes us act in a certain way.
Continuing on this path, and getting closer to what my point really is, everything we FEEL is own made by what we think we see through the five senses. Which means that the only person responsible for your feelings is you. Nobody can make you FEEL something, if you're heartbroken, depressed, happy, angry...guess who created it...
Now back to religion, superstitions, etc, we make excuses not to act towards the goals, because of ...fear, lazyness... and invent cute stories about superhuman beings that can get into the luck room and pull some strings. Understand the feelings pushing you forward and stopping you and you'll be that much closer to your goals.
Maybe I havent quite found the right words, but this is probably the most important thing I learn from my trips. We're free from beliefs or better said your life is what you make of it. No more feelings caused by other people or external ugglyness.

I do respect everybody's belief and it's not my role to give life lessons, just wanted to share what I found using the best words at hand.

Peace and Love

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Happy St-Valentines

What a great place to be for Valentines. Wonderful country, wonderful people and wonderful food. I feel like a walking diamond which comes with its bad sides, like envy and higher prices. Yesterday came back from watching Underworld in 3D and the hotel room was full of water. The bed was soaked and some of my stuff. After the initial panic, just moved to another room and did some laundry(it was time too). Just had an amazing weekend catching crazy waves in Boby's secret paradise (https://picasaweb.google.com/106908159456560056891/20120210_20120212_SecretParadise2). I cannot get enough of that place which contrary to Bali it isn't crowded and waves are strong enough to make you ask for more.
Met sooo many great people, learned about business with my new brother and I cannot wait to get back here, hopefully sooner than 3 years. Except for little things lile people being late, crazy traffic, bad roads and other small details like corruption, this place is heaven and I feel like singing Jamiroquai's song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NU9M8ej8dbM&ob=av2e) ...this place is like me in many ways ....
My trip is almost over and heading for Philippines to explore new worlds and hopefully do some diving at lasts, since all the other goals of this trip are achieved.
Rigth now, I'm floating on a beautiful cloud in paradise and crossing fingers so that this experience never ends, but...
I do miss my friends back home and even my work a little bit, but give me a surf board, diving equipment or even a coconut on a beach and all those memories vanish in a heartbeat.
Feel free to join me in these crazy adventures :)

Peace and love...and happy Valentines

Thursday, February 2, 2012

From Bali with love

Finally had a long vacation since the beginning of this amazing adventure and loved it. Surfed in one of the greatest spots on earth, snorkeled with beautiful fish, kissed a snake, hugged a turtle, partied like a "sisterfucker"(from the book Shantaram), met some amazing people and hanged out with my Indonesian brother Boby. Bali has it all and pretty sure I left many parts out. What a difference from Meditation a couple of weeks ago, now I only did it in my sleep, because of the many activities. I'm in heaven, nurtured by mother sea, who throws playful waves at me while the sun darkens my sensitive skin. This smell is the smell of salty, fishy happiness that I was searching for so long in the great 1st world country of Canada. Just saw pictures of cold Montreal and to be honest, I DONT miss it right now. Been already 2 months of which 5 weeks of ... India. Now finally I reached paradise with smiling and kind people, with great surroundings and of course cheaper prices.
Two days ago, went snorkeling with "friends" just to see that I still master the swimming skills and play around with gorgeous water creatures. After snorkeling, went to Turtle Island, which has turtles, snakes, bats, iguanas and many more. I played with all of them, even the turtles who kept trying to have a piece of white meat. After we visited one of the most famous beaches for surfing "Padang Padang", just to find a lake...no waves in sight, just a beautiful private beach with silver sand and cool people. The last thing on the list was Uluwatu or monkey temple, where all sizes of sneaky fast monkeys were on the lookout to steal tourist belongings just so local guards armed with candy bars, would feed them so they would drop the stolen goods.
Yesterday, I finally got to surf and it was brilliant after 3 days of hurting knee, banged on the side of the bed, while trying to get balance to aim at the pillow. At first the waves nagged me and my board, but eventually we learned to trust each other and ...wave after wave I would rise proudly on the board and smiled at the sun before jumping in the marvelous liquid.
Last thing on the list, PARTIES. Well this island is full of fat white girls in revealing clothing trying to have some male meat. It's also filled with cute locals in skimpy outfits trying to earn a living by selling their ... attributes. On the guys side, there's a LOT of drunken, sex frustrated, loud and obnoxious foreigners, all of them peacockig with tattoos, funny t-shirts and rock star attitude. I guess it's the perfect mix for ... whatever happens in Bali, stays in Bali. I tried to enjoy good vibes dancing and sweating through the night with great new friends, staying away from the stereotypes that I mentioned before.
This is it for now, everyday is a lifetime of adventures, but I really recommend Indonesia to anyone looking for a great place to travel.

Peace and Love