Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Of talking, listening and the importance of being silent

When I was 20 something and living in Ljubljana, I got into a dispute with my landlady. In the heat of the moment I must have said some really mean stuff to her, because what she said then in a very calm and soothing voice still echoes in my mind. “You’ll see, that tongue of yours will hit you in your life!” I did not know what she meant then so I simply grinned at her disbelievingly.

When I was a kid, I had a similar experience. I remember it was Sunday. I know that, because Sundays were the only days that the whole family sat down and had a family Sunday lunch together. We had the traditional meat soup, followed by mashed potatoes and cooked meat from soup - a true peasant’s lunch. Somehow I got upset with my mom and again in the heat of the moment I called her “a goat” (in Slovenian language that is quite an insult). She just looked at me and said: “You know, if you hit me, the pain will go away, but words, they stay. You can never take them back!” One would’ve thought, I’d learned back then. Obviously I had not. It is easy to lose the perspective, when one is overwhelmed with emotion.

The pain we feel after the words have been said come from regret that we hurt people we love the most. Remorse is then futile. One cannot take words back. No matter how un-meant they were, no matter how un-true they were, no matter how un-anything they were. Any explanation looks like a cheap excuse. No “I am sorry” can ctrl+Z it. Words were thought, said and received. They were then taken, interpreted and became a catalyst of physical manifestation called emotion. Sure, my mom has forgiven me; sure my landlady did so, too. Or maybe she simply forgot that awful boy that caused her pain. No matter how justified those words seemed to me at that moment, in the aftermath I felt terrible. I felt ashamed and I felt sad that people, who allowed me to be even a smallest part of their life, were hurt only because I was angry, dissatisfied, unfulfilled and childish.

That got me thinking. It is not the words that we say that are the problem. The problem seems to be rooted in a previous state of the conversation. Once emotions overflow us barriers are already lifted and the tsunami like wave of destruction has been released. In order not to succumb to it, one has to listen first. One needs to keep the calm inside and listen. That is how I learnt the importance of being silent. Let me explain.


Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Of worshipping, God and other tragedies that follow liberation from the obviously misunderstood.



Maybe it is time for me to accept the truth that I am not disciplined enough a person to hold up to my own expectations of posting regularly. Maybe it is also the right time to admit it to myself that having something to say is different than having to say something. I am my own worst enemy when I place deadlines and pose systems on my fluctuating life. Nothing I do is planed, nothing is done by force. So I quit apologizing and commence seizing the moment of inspiration instead. There it goes.

I have mentioned Ego before and I will mention it many times to come, but I am not ready to talk about it yet. However, what I want to talk about is loosely linked to it. What really grinds my gears (wink to you, Peter Griffin) is men worshipping other men, or women for that matter. Actually, what makes me wonder is worshipping of any kind. I am not interested in why this has been a long lived practice. There are studies done about that and I am not an expert in that matter. All I know is my own little world and the awareness of the effects experiences have on my Self. I am also not interested in arguing why that practice would be wrong or finding proofs that it might be right. But most of all, I am not trying to change anyone´s opinion or persuade anyone to stop believing what one believes. I live by the code be and let be. I have no problem with that. However I do have one simple question that is repeatedly surfacing my wide ocean of conscience: What is wrong with notion that people are just that, people?