Democracy is an ideal of the western world. We associate it with values like equality, justice and freedom. We want it in our countries, our jobs and families. We want to be treated in democratic way: to be taken into consideration and listened to. Democracy feels right. It is easy to notice and criticize its […]
It happens that people get on my nerves. I can feel apprehensive, irritated and impatient with strangers as well as with the closest ones. And I will start looking for reasons and solutions to that irritation by correcting (in my imagination) the other person. If only she behaved differently; if only he was nicer, more
How about having a glass of wine? Red, smooth and dry; you watch it being poured into a glass, then you smell it and taste it holding it in your mouth for a second and then, very quickly you are being carried away to some memory, some other place at another time, with different people
-“I feel lonely”- said a person to me. It surprised me and I thought: “But you have a husband and children, family and friends, you have a dog, a house and a good work; you are not lonely.” But I didn’t say that. I hold my tongue and I hold a moment silence to find
What is a difference between wanting a pair of Louboutin’s red-soled shoes and wanting to help a suffering person? What is a difference between wanting to climb Kilimanjaro and wanting to walk Camino de Compostela? What is a difference between wanting to eat a gourmet dinner and wanting to become an enlightened person? I can
Spring is in the air. Love is in the air-this beautiful, fascinating and confusing something. So how about it, Love-I mean. Let’s have a closer look at it, let’s poke it a little. I can start by ridiculing it because Love is silly, quite stupid and unintelligent. Yes, it does not remember anything; it
Today I would like to dwell on a subject of attachment- this invisible but powerful connection we have with ideas, thoughts, stories, people… Attachment is a kind of mental glue that holds us joined with something or somebody so close that we seem to be one. We can’t imagine separation. I was once a witness
I feel sorry for “the feelings”. I am sorry for the way they are treated or rather mistreated. They are diminished, ridiculed and disrespected; they can be both dismissed and glorified. And above all they are misinterpreted. When we sense an emotion we get immediately busy with giving a meaning to it, explaining, justifying and
The thinking, intelligent mind likes to take possession. It appropriates whatever is happening to “you” using words like “I”, “me” and “mine”. It loves telling stories in the first person. The truth is that it is not “You”. It is only a part of you-an aspect of you. It has a task to make you
A member of my family died lately. It was too soon, too abrupt and too painful; it almost always is. We are still shocked at that fact. We don’t know how and where to put this huge empty space that is left for us. There is a story about his life and about his death.
