A New Perspective on Fitness… or an Old One

A New Perspective on Fitness… or an Old One

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In the first couple of millennia of human history, people roamed the globe; hunting and gathering; challenging the forces of nature on the way just for the sake of survival…


We battled with beasts (See mythology) for fame and hunted wild boars to bring home the bacon…


We constructed authentic castles standing the test of time for defence and shelter… and made the pyramids to puzzle contemporary scholars…


We used cave walls as canvas to pass on our stories…


We stood against volcanoes and thunderstorms… and when we couldn’t, we worshipped them…


But,


We never worked out inside socialised caves just for the sake of looking fit… or drew musclebound torsos on walls for admiration…


Bodies at the time required no high-protein boost bars or gymnasiums surrounded by concrete walls, cluttered with man-made steel toys to maintain fitness. The natural flow of life in the beginning turned out to be a costly hobby in the end (Taking Gym memberships and related costs into account.)


Now, we are still “hunters and gatherers” of sorts… that is hunting for attention and gathering likes for the shots of artificially pumped up muscles on social media… How else would going to an enclosed gym situated in the middle of an urban jungle in a Ferrari instead of training outdoors be explained?


Which raises the question…


Will the necessities of our current life be costly hobbies in the distant future?


Will we find other ways to sustain our bodies other than consuming “water” just to survive, for instance?


Will we be crowding H2O pubs and sharing our experience on our water-sipping stories through our personalised akashic records?

The Illusion of Freedom

The Illusion of Freedom
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Freedom exists in…


… schoolbooks,
… dictionaries,
… fairy tales,
… video games,
… dreams,

 

Or

 

… in the little daily choices we make, like having a pizza for lunch or going for a burger… and that’s only if our dietary restrictions allow us…

 

For more complex choices , the society we’ve been forced to live in by so called ‘free will’ makes the decisions…

 

With friendly imperatives starting with “Don’t…”

 

  • “…wear that…”
  • “…eat that…”
  • “…drink (that)…”
  • “…smoke (that)…”
  • “…be different…”
  • “…be weird, people are watching…”

 

All the demonstrative ‘that’ chunks uttered above vaguely indicate that they were actually remote choices of both the wrong-doer and their angelic companion bound by the unspoken rules of the society we may feel so detached from.

 

Most of us have the illusion of ‘being free as birds’, but the question is “Are birds really free?”

 

“Are they?”

 

They can fly, but so can we… by planes…

 

And that sums about everything they can do freely. They can’t swim, dive, run, write, make instrumental music, paint or have a pizza takeout etc.

 

So, why does it feel like they are the free ones?

Mixology 101

Mixology 101

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Sometimes writing does not have a purpose other than to entertain only the author himself. The piece below falls exactly under that category. Read it if you wish… but don’t expect a moral, life lessons, or whatever you expect from the stream of consciousness of a not-so-sane writer…

 

Welcome to the world of mixing up! The true essence of life and the world we live in!!!

 

Let’s start with basic emotions like joy and despair…

 

… and see how it goes by mixing the two and experiencing something totally overwhelming:

 

A standard smile involves 13 different facial muscles affecting the mouth, the lips, the cheeks, the nose and the eyes working together. Crying is a different case as each person’s style of shedding tears is distinctive so it can be a number of muscles ranging from 12 to 20 throughout your body (including a set of muscles in the abdomen and yes, I am making the number up). Now, think about crying out of joy. You may never need to go to a gym ever to work on your abdomen if you’re over-emotional.

 

Differences create art whether it’s painting,, music or some culinary magic:

 

Colours are not as meaningful on a virgin canvas when used solo. Masterpieces are created with a maelstrom of brush strokes involving a rainbow of colours. Well, even rainbows have much more than a single hue.

 

A single instrument can create good music, and feed your soul, but a band of instruments is a feast, a banquet involving no calories.

 

A tablespoon of salt is almost never consumed on its own as it’s… hmmm… too salty! But, when it goes into any kind of meal, it brings out the flavour.

 

Yin Yang! Life is indeed a giant mixture of everything. Try some alchemy in your life.

The Divine Emotions Factory

The Divine Emotions Factory
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Somewhere over the rainbow… in the divine emotions factory…. naked bodies of various races, sexes and builts with freshly installed souls move on an angelic conveyor belt, waiting for basic and advanced emotions to be imprinted into their existence. The invisible tattooing of the soul… The final ingredients to be implemented before we’re dispatched into the battlegrounds called life… In full armour… To take place in a losing battle…

 

Each body with a semi-blank soul armed only with fear, surprise and disgust reaches the ultimate needle at the end of its short journey… where more advanced emotions like jealousy, wrath and happiness (P.S: Paul Ekman was wrong.) are engraved… But, just like a tri-colour ink cartridge that went totally dry, the needle penetrates the soul with no outcome other than pain…

 

The angel in charge must have taken a piss. They pee, too… The damage is done in pee time… Where did you think all that rain came from? (It’s a pity that cheesiness is just built into every soul by default…)

 

Just before the dispatch, the horrendous error is acknowledged… It would be like sending an egg-shell-minded,defenseless child into a warzone. But, luckily there’s a hack:

 

Jealousy: Ignored completely…
Wrath: Rerouted to self…
Happiness: Reprogrammed to be copied from other souls…

 

An empath is born…

 

But the world is still not a better place…

Being Super-Empaths: A Blessing or a Curse…

Being Super-Empaths: A Blessing or a Curse…

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Being an empath is not a gift… it’s not a curse, either. It’s both: A cursed gift. It can’t be earned or learned. You’re simply born that way…

 

“Once an empath, always an empath.”

 

My earliest memory of my place in this world regarding the reason of my existence in this universe was to make people around me smile or laugh. That was a 5-year-old boys definition of happiness. I would charge up with each joyous gesture as if refueled in the most environmentally-friendly way possible, and if people around me got “happy”, I would be, too. And if I witnessed something bad happening on TV films or news, I would cry like hell. I was soon labelled as an “emotional” kid due to my infrequent bursts into tear, never taking into account all the laughter I’d created around me.

 

As I grew up and got old enough to be involved in romantic relationships, my reason of existence had evolved into making my partners and friends truly happy as I learned my lesson that smiles and laughs could easily be faked. I had become a non-lethal, emotional vampire making its prey ultra happy to feed on. But, I wasn’t sucking the bliss out of them, I was simply planting it at first, then nourishing it, mimicking it, and finally duplicating the emotion for my own personal use. And like every other empath, I was drawn to mentally unstable people with emotional scars or f*cked up minds (or rather they picked me; as empaths are always excellent listeners minus the judging or simply just because we’re “beacons of hope” for the lost and confused). I had declared a losing war against all the negative feelings that a human mind could house.

 

As I reached my middle ages, making people happy became a near-impossible job. The world we were living in, with human connection gradually fading away, was making damn sure about that. Seeds of happiness (or simply reasons of happiness) were very rare to come by in other people let alone successfully completing the whole process of planting, nourishing, mimicking and duplication. Then, it hit me!

 

Super-Empaths like myself, can never generate feelings on their own. We are simply master duplicators of feelings. Meaning, we could never be happy (or have any other feeling) on our own unless we make someone happy first. It’s a hard to swallow fact, because if we can’t make anyone happy, we start feeling how they feel regardless of the physical distance in-between. Once a friend told me to stay away as she did not want me to make me feel down by her negative feelings. Well, feelings just don’t walk to infect… They teleport.

 

“When an empath tells someone that they know how they feel… they are partially right as empaths do not know how people feel, they feel how people feel.”

 

So, I feel Super-Empaths are not human as they they (we) lack the ability to create original emotions within. We are dependent on other people to be able to experience those duplicated, alien feelings…

 

We are a dying breed… and will cease to exist as the last speck of bliss withers away from this world…

Fear of Being Forgotten and Other Immortality Issues…

Fear of Being Forgotten and Other Immortality Issues…

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Memory is a tricky bitch on extremes as we tend to remember either only the very best moments of our lives or the most shitty ones for the rest of our days. Any memory in between is just a vague one, bound to wither away soon after they are made. Like faulty productions of the mind taken to an abandoned slaughterhouse, to make space for proper, more memorable ones.


Seriously, nobody commemorates five days after their insignificant thirteenth birthday, when they had a mediocre steak sandwich on a dull day, with a cousin they thought little of. That’s exactly why we want to make good memories not only for us, but for other people around us… just for the sake of being remembered or simply not being forgotten.


 

As mentioned before memories are only immortal if they’re on extremes. We can choose to be either super-nice or plain assholes. We can be the new Florence Nightingale or the next Hitler. There’s no grey in Yin Yang and there’s certainly no place for average Joes in memories. To survive in memories and not to fade away, we have to pick sides.


So, what are we trying to achieve here?


Eternal life or a mere illusion?


Ancient gods allegedly leashed catastrophes upon Earth, where they are still alive and kicking inside mythological books, residing in the minds of religiously-driven individuals. How come people heard of Gilgamesh from a totally different geography from thousands of years ago and not their own great grand father who was probably a simple farmer as well as their reason of existence, couple of blocks (farms) away? What makes us a god? What makes us a hero? What resets us to zero?


Artists create masterpieces, to mark their presence onto the timeline and to carry their names into next generations.The irony is that their masterpieces surpass their intended personal fame and remembrance. Who knows jackshit about Picasso’s dad, Monet’s granny or Charlie Chaplin’s real parents? (You didn’t even know he was an orphan, did you?)


Ordinary people make children. Mini versions of themselves to be immortal. To be living forever in the egg-shelled minds of their offspring who won’t even care who had shagged who to create them when they reach an able-minded age to think about their own survival.


And there!!! Overpopulation contributed by each like-minded individual for the sake of being remembered leads to hunger, unemployment and even pollution. So, the cost of just wanting to be remembered is actually the cause of most current world issues.


Someone once asked me why I tried to make them happy without wanting anything in return. Perhaps, I just want to be remembered by someone without causing any global issues.

Connections…

No matter what material it’s made from, any kind of chain is tough to break apart as each link supports each other by touch…
Even the most expensive sattelite TV is useless when not powered up through its power cable leading to the outlet. The power it needs to operate surges along the line…
A subway station is useless on its own. A train going nowhere isn’t the best travel option for physical journeys…
Just as the things mentioned above, people need connections to support each other, operate, function or even get somewhere in life.
We are born alone (even twins take turns during birth) and we die alone (even in mass, freak accidents) but it’s up to us to have connections throughout the longer and the duller stages of life.
There’s one little setback though; not everyone is compatible. You can’t just plug your phone charger into your nostrils (or anyone else’s for that matter) and expect it to power up.
To find the right people to click, just be yourself, do crazy things together, and be totally honest. Most will run away, but the ones who stay, will be attached to you for life.