only from looking at the other we can understand the world - even our own. The other shows you everything you are and everything you're not. And it gets to you. And you'd rather not see it.
But from the moment you perceive the other's existence, he becomes part of your history, too - and it's impossible for you to stay the same, even if you want to ignore him. Everything you see is also your responsability from the moment you do. Always...
Therefor, your existence can olnly be whole if the other also has the right to a full existence too. If the other becomes your responsability, it is also your duty to fight for his right to exist.
I'm not talkingg about tolerance. Tolerance is the worse form of reactivity. And these situations ask for as much proactvity as you can give! We need to understand as much as we can that the other is who he is, and at the same time, to act as much as we can to make sure he can be what he is, since coexisting is not living side-by-side with someone, but fighting for their right to be as much as you.
If you can realize all of this, do something.
The people that are trying to make this world less good aren't taking a day off. Why should I?
quarta-feira, 21 de maio de 2008
sábado, 17 de maio de 2008
Anticipation
It kills me. To wait for something is one of the most mean thing you could do to me. It kills me to not know what's gonna happen - and I absolutely love it.
In the past few months I've been learning to play it by ear to see what comes next, and it really has been working out fine for me. I've found out that not knowing what's gonna happen next [and nothing beats not knowing what's gonna happen next] opens space for just about anything to happen. And don't you think that's much much better? Because, even though my imagination works like a charm, one can only imagine inside one's borders of thought, limiting what could be. Giving room to chance gives to new things you could'nt even imagine.
And when I said that waiting, for me, was brutal, I said that based on the same point: imagination. Waiting is the one thing that possibly brings out the worst part of our imagination, almost everytime waiting for the worse. And that's why I choose not to wait - when I can - and to make it clear for those who know me that I really dislike waiting. Even better, now I find things to do while I wait. Like writing about it.
In the past few months I've been learning to play it by ear to see what comes next, and it really has been working out fine for me. I've found out that not knowing what's gonna happen next [and nothing beats not knowing what's gonna happen next] opens space for just about anything to happen. And don't you think that's much much better? Because, even though my imagination works like a charm, one can only imagine inside one's borders of thought, limiting what could be. Giving room to chance gives to new things you could'nt even imagine.
And when I said that waiting, for me, was brutal, I said that based on the same point: imagination. Waiting is the one thing that possibly brings out the worst part of our imagination, almost everytime waiting for the worse. And that's why I choose not to wait - when I can - and to make it clear for those who know me that I really dislike waiting. Even better, now I find things to do while I wait. Like writing about it.
terça-feira, 6 de maio de 2008
Enjoy the Silence
It's incredible how words are over-rated. In moments of silence we're supposed to find true peace, tranquility, wholeness. And we don't get much quiet, nowadays. So how are we to find true self in the middle of this whole mess?
The matter of finding space to breathe has allways been inherent to the human being. Finding our own voice, expression and everything that comes with it. And our space is created by the silence we can get from people, with is somewhat a reflection of their respect for us and how much do thwy want to hear us, what we have to say.
As we give more space to silence, words begin to receive their rightfull weigh. The words of someone who usually keeps quiet are more valuable than most, because being economic with words increases what they're worth.
Because we should too give words the power they deserve. I've heard some stories you wouldn't believe. I've listened to testemonies most people wouldn't see in their wildest dreams.
And the most important part of all of this is to meet the balance and be able to differ what should be forgotten and what should be cherished and kept. Because you must have something to remember and to thing about during your private moments of silence.
Today we remember the death of aproximatly 22.000 people over the 60 years since the independence of Israel. They died due to the wars, the terrorist strikes, whatever. Their voices now silenced by time, but their stories forever kept in the history of the country and, thus, of the world.
In this day, we take one minute of silence to honor these people. We can use this minute in many different ways. We can wonder about their lives or their deaths, we can think about the difference they made. This silence that is somehow forced on us by the power of the day brings us to think about many different aspects of these lives.
We should really take more minutes of silence.
The matter of finding space to breathe has allways been inherent to the human being. Finding our own voice, expression and everything that comes with it. And our space is created by the silence we can get from people, with is somewhat a reflection of their respect for us and how much do thwy want to hear us, what we have to say.
As we give more space to silence, words begin to receive their rightfull weigh. The words of someone who usually keeps quiet are more valuable than most, because being economic with words increases what they're worth.
Because we should too give words the power they deserve. I've heard some stories you wouldn't believe. I've listened to testemonies most people wouldn't see in their wildest dreams.
And the most important part of all of this is to meet the balance and be able to differ what should be forgotten and what should be cherished and kept. Because you must have something to remember and to thing about during your private moments of silence.
Today we remember the death of aproximatly 22.000 people over the 60 years since the independence of Israel. They died due to the wars, the terrorist strikes, whatever. Their voices now silenced by time, but their stories forever kept in the history of the country and, thus, of the world.
In this day, we take one minute of silence to honor these people. We can use this minute in many different ways. We can wonder about their lives or their deaths, we can think about the difference they made. This silence that is somehow forced on us by the power of the day brings us to think about many different aspects of these lives.
We should really take more minutes of silence.
quinta-feira, 1 de maio de 2008
Just sharing...
One of these days I dreamt the funiest dream. I dreamt I was in a new season for my own life's tv series. The season began in Israel, with some similarities with the previous one - all very nicely shown at the "previously, on Ilana Bergher's life..." - and understandable.
What was really funny was that, even though some of the people were the same as in Rio, one of the actresses had changed! And I kept talking o her and thinking to myself "oh gosh, this really is her!!"
Good, hu? =]
What was really funny was that, even though some of the people were the same as in Rio, one of the actresses had changed! And I kept talking o her and thinking to myself "oh gosh, this really is her!!"
Good, hu? =]
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