So, you DO have a purpose!?

I’ve always had this hobby about human behavior. I started reading more, observing more and, in the end, got quite a hang of it. But me worrying about one’s behavior in life or towards life was a too big deal for me; so I took an easier step: relationships. I’ve studied male behavior towards a relationship, female behavior (in the same circumstances) and, even, couple behavior. “Strange hobby”, one might say, but it was mine and I didn’t care…

It was rather easy for me to get a grip of these things for I saw the Purpose of, either, the male, the female or the couple. I do think now that the reason that kept me from undertaking Life as circumstance was that I couldn’t get a grip of the Purpose. I only thought of things that sounded like clichés, such as: divine absolution; “it’s the only thing we got, so we might just go ahead and live it”; “I wanna be rich and powerful” and all those. Well… this was not inside my definition of a true, well-thought-of Purpose.

Later I began asking myself: “What is YOUR Purpose?” It was a hard one… It still is!

I’ve already defined my vision, that is: “making people better” and the Way that I’m doing things: “continuously challenging myself”, but I’m not sure yet about the Purpose

Food for thought: is the way shorter when you know the destination?

I'm happy... Who are you???

If it's one thing that I know I have always admitted, is the fact that I am egocentric. Though I tend to be less nowadays than in the past, still, I am. But the other day, it dawned on me: I'm not the only one (as one might expect)... but not only that; it seems that we all are; it just depends on the extent on which we are egocentric. "No surprises 'till here" I was thinking... but then, it came: as history shows (and as I have also seen on some occasions), it seems that people tend to be more egocentric when they found happiness...


Indeed, this cliché that is happiness (due to over usage) seems to be less than perfect, if you look upon it from the right angle. So... we live our lives to achieve happiness. OK, but what then? As some people do, they find happiness. It would seem logic for them to share it, considering the fact that it is known that not only they are living for achieving this feeling. But they DON'T... Or, if they do, they do it in their last living moments, and this, in my opinion, is not altruism, but rather, guilt. Guilt for they have enjoyed it alone for so much (or maybe not that much) time. Even then, they don't do it for the sake of others, but just to add a seemingly altruistic (good) deed to their "CV" with which they present themselves in front of God at the Judgment... an egoistic act in itself.

I met a nice guy some days ago. He indeed had found happiness… in drugs. After a few years he realized that it wasn’t happiness anymore, he put himself into a rehab center, healed, and now is just using them for fun (while again searching for his happiness). The nice conversation we had started when I asked him when he started sharing “his happiness” with others… The obvious response was: “When it was not happiness anymore!” “And before?” “I couldn’t share anything before as I was to much in love with it” I thanked him for bringing me back to reality with his example, because, although I was thinking about this issue for quite some time, I was always saying to myself that it is only my imagination and that the world is better than I might judge it… Now, I don’t like to judge, but I bow my head in the face of hard evidence.

Food for thought: Why do we ask perfection of others, but get scared when we think that WE could be (at least) better?

there and back again

Indeed "there and back again"... I don't feel quite like Bilbo Baggins (the rightful writer of "There and back again"), but I do feel different and I do feel it in me (and around).

I was in Oglinzi (a cute resort in the region of Moldavia) from the 9th until the 17th of August. I was brought there by two AIESEC conferences and I must say that it was the first time that I attended two conferences one after the other with no pause... It was pretty challenging if I consider my stamina, but all turned out to be ok in the end (meaning I'm still alive and kicking... from time to time).


As usually, my AHA moments (or semi-AHA, or almost-AHA moments) were concerned about people... It came as a surprise to me the things that certain people say or do if the eye of the beholder (what is a beholder) is either closed or far away. I must admit that the hidden part of people never ceases to amaze me.

I am standing now, facing this past experience, and I can say that it did me good for I have returned with some more knowledge on different topics, some new acquaintances, a truckload of new responsibilities (and one of them I really find challenging, so all is not in vain), a girlfriend less (not necessarily the strong point here) and, of course, more days that have been lived and less still to be lived.

As for the "and back again" part, I'm sitting home, in front of my computer, and I can only think of one thing:











being in the mountains... admiring... breathing... and everything that goes with that

Food for thought: When all doors close down on you, there will ALWAYS be another that opens; why is that?