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Time Travelling (The Transitional Journey)

(October 2010)

Looking back… My old days usually weren´t as still as I would love to enjoy like today; there should always be something to push it rolling not for the purpose of delectation but simply a nonsense rush. The impulse supplies nothing but useless loose moves and stress – offering errors through unevaluated quick decisions, clumsiness at its best. Though it apparently appears immature, I had no way of knowing until reaching the point where mistakes are realized after suffering from generous amount of adversity result of haste. You are looking at someone nervous and unsure or simply just pretending to be busy out of direction – that´s how that person was.

Psychological Science´s generosity to provide information serves its sole purpose in this sense: To inform and guide alone. I have never known any story of man that a book changed his permanent mental being in constant. In exaggeration, we commonly hear celebrity stories articulating how something changed their life. After sometime, they´re back to who they really are. Unless the person experiences hard knocks, realizes his mistake, and submits to change – it´s going to be forever. Maturity is not being developed as easy as one-click process. Theories provide guidelines to direct everyone in the path of good judgment – that´s it. It could never change character unless the person himself decides to change. It fairly justifies that everyone is entitled to commit mistakes (but not in a deliberate manner) because it is the way how to learn genuine lessons.

After resurrecting from a bad experience, self-esteem is recharged feeling wiser and confident; self-reassuring not to ever commit lapses anymore. But mistakes are just like thieves getting through the tiniest hole - leaving damages aftermath. It is a constant struggle; yet fun to learn. Challenges have to be only dealt with the right approach. Stress is known the biggest culprit that triggers all type of risk – there´s no way to get away from it because Life´s description is attached to strain – it exists as long as human exists.

Time had taught me to filter stress before it gets through on me, smaller strand is lighter than one solid stream. The key is to simplify, slice up, or literally take circumstances lightly – mindful with response but never put the entire head and the entire time trying to fix something that is worth replacing. Only leisure can offer the sense of content and completeness...And it only happens at certain periods of time – you don´t want to miss that out doing other stuff. Without having the time for yourself, life is a constant stress.

People sometime hypocritically stress themselves up even with what is supposed to be an enjoyable thing to do. I don´t want to worry how much calorie my plate of New York Steak contains when I decide to unwind and dine. In my observation, those who are exaggeratingly vocalize: So much fat on this… So much grease on that… Lots of sugar on it – are the ones who have extra weight problems – making them appear more hopeless “Try-hard”. Everyone has the choice for a good healthy diet; just shut and pick your choice. Words will never help someone look skinnier in any way possible. They are the reason why food manufacturing companies continue to produce junk, good tasting high-fat, high in sugar food because they are the biggest patrons when no one is watching them.

I myself don´t worry what I eat, as possible I simply make sure I burn every calorie that I have pleasurably enjoyed eating by doing physical activities I am passionate about. I wound not simply sit to buy stuff online and have it delivered in my doorstep; going around is so much fun rather than to face the computer all day – an enjoyable and healthy way to convert calories into energy. Shadow-boxing is fun ten minutes before shower, better than being in constant rush to catch up with something that is supposed to be already done; because the entire time was wasted in Facebook. Stand up! “Clean your own bath room”. Five to ten minutes of scrubbing is less stressful than bitching around about your messy lazy roommate all week long; and then screw up your crew steward to do it. It could already somehow burn the burger and crispy greasy French Fries meal, and the bowl of spicy chocolate ice cream you sneaked when no one was in the galley. After some months of getting those hands into little housekeeping, the next thing you´ll know – you´re now able to bend over to reach something in the floor rather than calling someone to pick up what you dropped.

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