Memo

I tried to write down every notable/interesting thought that occurred to me today, just to see what happens. Here are the results.

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The average receipt is created for some (usually) insignificant event (such as the purchase of shampoo or chandeliers or simply movie tickets). It only gets looked at twice during its entire existence: once when it's handed to you over the counter, once when you take it out of your pocket, to discard it as trash. Sometimes, the receipt doesn't even make it to the pocket.

The reference number of everyday banking transactions suffers a similar fate.

 

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There are small rituals that brighten our days. For some people, it's the shower. The sound of water pounding. The warmth that contrasts with the weather outside. The misty reflection of your rosy cheeks in the mirror. By scrubbing yourself scrupulously clean, you renew yourself and shed the unpleasant thoughts.

There are also small rituals that suck life completely out of us, for example, when you sit down with someone, before that person even opens his/her mouth, you know exactly what you will hear and what you will answer. The path you are travelling on is so familiar: It's a long corridor with only one door painted at the very end. You cannot get away from here.
There is no other way.

 

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She walked around and offered her heart to everyone, like a little kid offering to share a lollipop. Apparently, most grown-ups found that completely gross. She didn't care.

 

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"How can you tell if somebody likes you? "
"Well, it's easy. They see in you, not through you."
"How do you tell if you like them back?"
"You look back."

 

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The worst thing you can ever do to someone is trying to change that person.
The best thing you can ever do for someone is trying to change yourself.
Vice versa.

 

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It looks like people are better at sharing grieves than at sharing happiness. It is relatively easier to empathize with pain than with joy. The first occasion gives birth to sympathy and the second one, jealousy.

 

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To think of it, what separates us is always a difference in tastes.
Optimists and pessimists. Party animals and book worms. Hit men and poets. Libertines and prudes. Saints and sinners. Men and Women. Adults and children.
Are we better off with someone similar or not?

 

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To broaden one's horizon.
He took a pair of scissors and opened the sky.

 

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I hate myself when I do that, when I become a puppet of my emotions, to have my feelings guide me, shutting down my head. So pathetic and vulnerable, like a wet puppy yelping out of love.

I also hate myself when I am calculating, weighing the pros and cons, deciding with cold reasoning what shall and what shall not. Removed from the realm of emotions, a lonely robot planning the course of its existence over the next millennium, simulating life, simulating love.

 

But none of that matters anymore when I am filled with love. The tides, the stars, the trees, the robots and the puppies, all the words in the worlds that can be counted, we are one when we are filled with love.

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The mind and the body. Two envelopes, or one?
Is it the body that traps the lightness of being, or is it the mind that instills, in us,the fear of flying?

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What does it mean to be in control? To be strong? To have the upper-hand?

Is it to cover yourself with bandages that numb all deceptions? To be on the receiving end, not the giving end? To be above all of it when the others weep?

 

I am tired of all these theories. I will join the dance.
I will dance in the fire, every hair ablaze.
I will dance myself to annihilation.

Ten minutes of intense pain is better than numbness.
Anything is better than numbness.
Everything is better than numbness.

 

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Sleep is the best natural therapy there is.
During the first minutes after you exit the stupor of slumber,
not only you forget about the nightmares,
you forget about all the thoughts that haunted you.
Your mind is a field covered by fresh snow, undisturbed.
You fell well rested and happy with yourself.
Peace.