26
Many congratulations, my friend.
Yeah, you can ignore that-it was for a buddy of mine who turned 25 earlier today. This post has nothing to do with that.
It has nothing to do with telling you to check-in with your parents every now and then, or your long lost friends from school/college/university. It has nothing to do with letting you know that preaching is the easier task most of us do (mostly bloggers) when instead we should be focusing on what we tell ourselves.
That's simply because it has nothing to do with telling you to make silent promises to yourself on account of your annual festival of 'Me'.
In my travels throughout the middle continent of the world, I came across a rather intriguing experience. I saw a person celebrating something alone at a brunch diner, with seemingly no one around understanding its reason-ruling out a festival. Naturally I went across to him and asked, "Disculpe señor, ¿por qué está tan feliz?". He smiled and looked at me, "Nothing you need to know. But thanks for asking."
Okay, that was not entirely true (and not the actual rude Spaniard I met later that day), but the factual conversation ensured I took that lesson away from it. The people who came up with 'Silence is golden' may actually have wanted others to stay the hell up and made this sound like wisdom, but it has a certain real-time sagacity to it.
As we are empowered by the most splendidly connected form of internet every day, we seem to forget its actual purpose and choose to veil our virtual forms with a lot of 1's and 0's the world can probably do without. It a huge database, is what the Internet is today, and we are sadly not filling it with much purpose.
And frankly, its about filling it altogether. Our lives are documented too far and wide for us to be spooked out by the concept of the FBI/Our Exes/CIA/Our Parents/NSA watching our every move. Its pretty much accepted that what you put on the internet, stays forever-just like our Snapchat nicknames.
Validation and appreciation are the two main pillars of that process, and it is quite understandable why we need those. Not everyone can afford a therapist after all. Even a low-cost one, as my aforementioned friend recently found out.
Think about this: every time you are asked to keep a secret, it kinda makes you feel stuff you don't feel otherwise. It could be a tingle, a giggle, a real worry for being put in jail-you get the idea. So every time you make a Silent Promise to yourself, its like asking yourself to keep a secret. Not just from everyone, but in fact from yourself so that you can't corrupt it with any random negativity.
A Silent Promise empowers you in a way only you know. Its the ability to which there is no counter, given the fact that no one knows about it. Its like no one knows you're planning to (and working towards) making a three-tier cake for your aunt's anniversary, and then when you do show up with one, no one can tell you that it tastes bad-since they'll be pleasantly surprised you did something so wonderful and be guilt tripped into eating it all. (See: FRIENDS, S06E09, Rachel messing up the Trifle)
In this short and hopefully meaningful post, all I'm trying to say is that, on the account of your favorite planet spinning back to its position when you successfully exited your mother's uterus, try to do something special in a way only you know how. Make a Silent Promise and then watch as the world has no clue you plan to leave the Earth and set up a colony on Mars. Make a Silent Promise and jump into the ocean with barely any swimming training to truly understand the essence of being alive. Make a Silent Promise and shock the world by coming up with the simplest solution to end Global Warming.
Try it, and don't tell anyone. See how it feels to not press the Share button of your mind once in a while.
Yeah, you can ignore that-it was for a buddy of mine who turned 25 earlier today. This post has nothing to do with that.
It has nothing to do with telling you to check-in with your parents every now and then, or your long lost friends from school/college/university. It has nothing to do with letting you know that preaching is the easier task most of us do (mostly bloggers) when instead we should be focusing on what we tell ourselves.
That's simply because it has nothing to do with telling you to make silent promises to yourself on account of your annual festival of 'Me'.
In my travels throughout the middle continent of the world, I came across a rather intriguing experience. I saw a person celebrating something alone at a brunch diner, with seemingly no one around understanding its reason-ruling out a festival. Naturally I went across to him and asked, "Disculpe señor, ¿por qué está tan feliz?". He smiled and looked at me, "Nothing you need to know. But thanks for asking."
Okay, that was not entirely true (and not the actual rude Spaniard I met later that day), but the factual conversation ensured I took that lesson away from it. The people who came up with 'Silence is golden' may actually have wanted others to stay the hell up and made this sound like wisdom, but it has a certain real-time sagacity to it.
As we are empowered by the most splendidly connected form of internet every day, we seem to forget its actual purpose and choose to veil our virtual forms with a lot of 1's and 0's the world can probably do without. It a huge database, is what the Internet is today, and we are sadly not filling it with much purpose.
And frankly, its about filling it altogether. Our lives are documented too far and wide for us to be spooked out by the concept of the FBI/Our Exes/CIA/Our Parents/NSA watching our every move. Its pretty much accepted that what you put on the internet, stays forever-just like our Snapchat nicknames.
Validation and appreciation are the two main pillars of that process, and it is quite understandable why we need those. Not everyone can afford a therapist after all. Even a low-cost one, as my aforementioned friend recently found out.
Think about this: every time you are asked to keep a secret, it kinda makes you feel stuff you don't feel otherwise. It could be a tingle, a giggle, a real worry for being put in jail-you get the idea. So every time you make a Silent Promise to yourself, its like asking yourself to keep a secret. Not just from everyone, but in fact from yourself so that you can't corrupt it with any random negativity.
A Silent Promise empowers you in a way only you know. Its the ability to which there is no counter, given the fact that no one knows about it. Its like no one knows you're planning to (and working towards) making a three-tier cake for your aunt's anniversary, and then when you do show up with one, no one can tell you that it tastes bad-since they'll be pleasantly surprised you did something so wonderful and be guilt tripped into eating it all. (See: FRIENDS, S06E09, Rachel messing up the Trifle)
In this short and hopefully meaningful post, all I'm trying to say is that, on the account of your favorite planet spinning back to its position when you successfully exited your mother's uterus, try to do something special in a way only you know how. Make a Silent Promise and then watch as the world has no clue you plan to leave the Earth and set up a colony on Mars. Make a Silent Promise and jump into the ocean with barely any swimming training to truly understand the essence of being alive. Make a Silent Promise and shock the world by coming up with the simplest solution to end Global Warming.
Try it, and don't tell anyone. See how it feels to not press the Share button of your mind once in a while.
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