Your state of mind will determine your success, in whichever aspect you care for. May it be professional, personal, or any other goals you have set out to achieve before “x”.
As of myself, I am a happy camper most of the time. And now at present, I am not feeling in best shape, even though I have a family, friends, and more friends that are like family who offer unconditional love. The job situation is the unpleasant part. And a little other thing that just won’t leave my head…
Happiness is determined by a balance of factors your life is influenced by. Do I need to repeat that again? We each specify those factors taking into consideration our own criteria. What’s your criteria? I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours. Really, don’t ask me, just read more thoroughly.
It is essential to surround yourself of positive. Positive in every aspect. And man is that difficult! Why is it that difficult? All you need to do is take a public transportation ride into the city, walk the city, walk in a supermarket, look at the people around you in the office. Almost everywhere. What is the common denominator? Long faces, and upside down smiles. Now there’s a bit of positive coming out of me, considering my personal situation…
The Homo Sapiens-Sapiens specie is set out to destroy itself. And that is a depressing reality check. Wars, holy wars, politicians fooling us, and whatever you want to add to the shit list (just post a comment).
Even if you set course to find happiness on your own, it is not going to be fully granted. Complete happiness will not be achieved. And that leaves me with the question: Does the complete form of happiness really exist? I here swear, I have been close to it. The possible solution to the equation can be simple: full happiness is only achieved when shared.
I have had all I needed to be happy, and it was when it was shared. Who do you share it with?
…And, what happens when you can’t, or aren’t able to share anymore, for whichever the reason?
(Dedicated to all the human beings who offer unconditional love. From here, with reciprocity)
Monday, March 17, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
“Summer of ’69”
Like the song says: ”Some of the best days of my life” were last summer of ’07. Starting off in Phoenix, Arizona, I joined Fischer-Sports for an internship. This is a clinic for therapy and conditioning of mainly professional sports players, where I learnt an immense amount regarding training and conditioning, as well as therapy-wise. Moving on East, towards Thatcher, Arizona. That is where I studied my senior year of High School, and conserve some of my closest friends and family. Let me recommend a hot summer vacation to the vast amount of wildlife and recreation in the Arizona deserts, and National Parks and lakes. What I feel for the state of AZ, cannot be expressed with mere words. So, I’ll show you a few images, in an attempt to transmit that special feeling, which not only goes for this particular and very special State, but for all of the West. Many of you might not know what sort of feeling shoots through your veins, floats around your head, or pumps in your heart when, for example, you jump off a 15 meter cliff into a dam without knowing what’s underneath the surface, shoot a semi-automatic gun,
a shotgun that bangs you harder than you'd imagine, or when your hand is a few short centimeters away from a rattlesnake, and you are tempting the devil. But that’s nothing to worry about. If you’ve 900 Euros to spare, you can book a flight to Tucson, or Phoenix, and start walking once you land. In any direction. I won’t show you around, unless you pay my way, but I will very happily tell you where to get lost (for real, no sarcasm intended), and assure you an encounter with all of the above. Then, you could know what that feeling is. That is only if you are getting a tinge of interest from reading this, of course. In Thatcher, apart from soaking the desert sun, chase reptiles, and swimming in dams, there is much more to do. I enjoy passing time with my close friends the Curtis Family. Yes, there are many of them, but these are “the ones”. The ones who make this small town in the middle of the desert so important to me.
I had another internship at Eastern Arizona College that summer. I lent a hand with the Athletics Program sports, and athletes involved. After these internships, it was time to get wild and high on encounters with animals. So, I set off to San Diego, California, to visit my Uncle Bob, Aunt Marilyn, and cousin Katie. This side of the family is nuts. Wait! Don’t leave yet, man. Finish reading, and before you proceed, you must know that there is no greater animal lover than me. Perhaps my sister, and on top of that, the late Steve Irwin, because he made a living out of it.
A food chain is as it is, because nature set it that way. Now, imagine: I arrive to San Diego, and Uncle Bob says he’s got a couple rabbits for the “little boys”. I haven’t seen the “little boys” since I was a little boy myself. Slide the door open, there are two of the biggest Pythons I’ve seen outside a zoo. X is 54.5kgs, and Y is 40kgs. We each take a rabbit, walk into the cage through separate doors, and drop it immediately as the pythons approach us separately. Can you imagine the sensation right about now? Yeah, get the hell out! And within seconds, the snakes throw a lightning-quick attack to the rabbits, and suffocate them. Feeding an animal of that size and power is no game.
The visit to Dana, a friend of mine up the coast, in Los Angeles, was not short of thrills, either. One slow day near Hollywood, we decide to go to Santa Monica beach, and as we’re walking into the water, a man rushes towards us warning of the presence of sharks seen in the shallow waters of the wave break. Initially, it’s a big saliva gulp you swallow, but screw it, let’s see how close we can get. Since I had never in my life seen one in the wild, I went knee-deep, as I skimmed the wave break visually, in order to detect the shark. After a long half hour of walking up and down the shore in this cold Pacific water, the unexpected happened. I was swiped by the tail of what I have come to recognize as a Nurse Shark. A few seconds later, it bumped my leg from the side, with its head, and almost threw me off balance. I estimate the size of this fish that made me scream like a chica, at around 2 or 2.5 meters, because it was clearly bigger than me. After this most adrenaline rushing experience with a prehistoric animal, that is absolutely unpredictable and you are defenseless against, I come to realize how lucky I am to still be able to run, walk, and be here writing this. I have just now read, that the few Nurse Shark attacks reported have proceeded with the same sequencing as my encounter. Swipe, nudge or bump with the head, and attack. Beginners’ luck?
a shotgun that bangs you harder than you'd imagine, or when your hand is a few short centimeters away from a rattlesnake, and you are tempting the devil. But that’s nothing to worry about. If you’ve 900 Euros to spare, you can book a flight to Tucson, or Phoenix, and start walking once you land. In any direction. I won’t show you around, unless you pay my way, but I will very happily tell you where to get lost (for real, no sarcasm intended), and assure you an encounter with all of the above. Then, you could know what that feeling is. That is only if you are getting a tinge of interest from reading this, of course. In Thatcher, apart from soaking the desert sun, chase reptiles, and swimming in dams, there is much more to do. I enjoy passing time with my close friends the Curtis Family. Yes, there are many of them, but these are “the ones”. The ones who make this small town in the middle of the desert so important to me.I had another internship at Eastern Arizona College that summer. I lent a hand with the Athletics Program sports, and athletes involved. After these internships, it was time to get wild and high on encounters with animals. So, I set off to San Diego, California, to visit my Uncle Bob, Aunt Marilyn, and cousin Katie. This side of the family is nuts. Wait! Don’t leave yet, man. Finish reading, and before you proceed, you must know that there is no greater animal lover than me. Perhaps my sister, and on top of that, the late Steve Irwin, because he made a living out of it.
A food chain is as it is, because nature set it that way. Now, imagine: I arrive to San Diego, and Uncle Bob says he’s got a couple rabbits for the “little boys”. I haven’t seen the “little boys” since I was a little boy myself. Slide the door open, there are two of the biggest Pythons I’ve seen outside a zoo. X is 54.5kgs, and Y is 40kgs. We each take a rabbit, walk into the cage through separate doors, and drop it immediately as the pythons approach us separately. Can you imagine the sensation right about now? Yeah, get the hell out! And within seconds, the snakes throw a lightning-quick attack to the rabbits, and suffocate them. Feeding an animal of that size and power is no game.
The visit to Dana, a friend of mine up the coast, in Los Angeles, was not short of thrills, either. One slow day near Hollywood, we decide to go to Santa Monica beach, and as we’re walking into the water, a man rushes towards us warning of the presence of sharks seen in the shallow waters of the wave break. Initially, it’s a big saliva gulp you swallow, but screw it, let’s see how close we can get. Since I had never in my life seen one in the wild, I went knee-deep, as I skimmed the wave break visually, in order to detect the shark. After a long half hour of walking up and down the shore in this cold Pacific water, the unexpected happened. I was swiped by the tail of what I have come to recognize as a Nurse Shark. A few seconds later, it bumped my leg from the side, with its head, and almost threw me off balance. I estimate the size of this fish that made me scream like a chica, at around 2 or 2.5 meters, because it was clearly bigger than me. After this most adrenaline rushing experience with a prehistoric animal, that is absolutely unpredictable and you are defenseless against, I come to realize how lucky I am to still be able to run, walk, and be here writing this. I have just now read, that the few Nurse Shark attacks reported have proceeded with the same sequencing as my encounter. Swipe, nudge or bump with the head, and attack. Beginners’ luck?
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