So, this week I have been thinking about how we talk to ourselves and how easy it is for us to diminish and demoralise ourselves.
How many times have you used the phrases ’I hate my’ or ‘I wish I’ referring to yourself?
I hate my eyes, ears, nose, skin, belly, hair, thighs or I wish I was an x amount of kilos less or more or I wish I was taller or shorter or I hate my everything and I wish I was someone else! Ok, I am exaggerating a bit (and it is not always about the physical appearance!) but you know what I mean!
This week was one of those weeks where you have a million ideas of what you want to say, do or write, but at the same time nothing makes sense and everything seems to be uninteresting and boring. I couldn’t make myself write any of the things on my list. The only thing that it was making sense was this ‘Jim Carrey: I needed color’ video. I don’t know exactly why but I love this video and I always love going back to it whenever I feel stuck.
Following my last week’s post on Silence, I decided that it would be better to let someone else do the talking this week. So, I thought to myself; “This week I will just share a few poems from one of my most favourite Instagram accounts. That’s it!’’
But then, a few days ago, the account’s name changed, and you guessed correctly, I have a few thoughts on this and I would like to share them with you.
This week I wanted us to talk about one of my most favourite topics, the Silence.
I was passing by an art gallery the other day - “Lets go to the shop for a minute”, I said, “I want to see what they have” - a considerable amount of time later, I leave the shop with a book called Silence: In the Age of Noise! by Erling Kagge.
This week I would like to take you a couple of years back - back to July 2016 when I wrote this blog post. This was posted on a previous blog of mine but I like the story and I wanted it to exist on this space as well.
So… I have been thinking a lot about the ‘comparison trap’ lately… and I decided to share my thoughts with You! Lucky You!;)
I was thinking about the kind of comparison where we compare our whole lives with other people's highlight moments, the comparison where we compare our whole lives, thoughts, efforts, dreams, struggles, our work with the carefully curated social media versions of other people's lives, the comparison where we compare our whole lives with that of people we have never met, people for whom the struggles they face we will never know, the one that leaves us with the inevitable feeling of 'not being enough'. That kind of comparison!