I am not…

“Pearls” by Itokashi – Luana Silense

I am not my thoughts, emotions, sense perceptions and experiences.

I am not the content of my life.

I am life.

I am the space in which all things happen.

I am consciousness.

I am the now.

I am.

Eckhart Tolle

Yo no soy mis pensamientos, emociones, percepciones y experiencias.

Yo no soy el contenido de mi vida.

Yo soy vida.

Yo soy el espacio donde todo sucede.

Yo soy consciencia.

Yo soy el ahora.

Yo soy.

Eckhart Tolle


Re reading this, I have this urge of writing this on my bathroom mirror so I can read it time and time again and do not forget it.

Re leyendo esto, siento la urgente necesidad de escribir esto en el espejo del baño, para poder leerlo siempre, y no olvidarme.


A plain runt

Normally I would not runt, vent out nor write about things that bother me. I want this place to be a place to think, reflect and inspire.

But today it will be a runt. A runt that hopefully will cause inspiration, thinking and reflection.

This morning I went to the park with my not so little one. He decided to go with his good old scooter to continue learning how to balance and master the art of the scooter.

As we were in the park and I was keeping an eye on my son, I could not help to notice a group o children – 2 or 3 – of around 10 years old cycling around the park.

All fine until this group of children decided to zoom down the road – dual carriage way just after a roundabout – and did not even look and cycled right in the middle of the road, completely careless turning on one corner going down a minor road. Add to this a driver who was with all the senses on the road and driving at low speed. No need to explain my heart was pounding and a quiet sight of relief came afterwards when the children disappeared “safely” down the road.

I thought it was going to be a one off incident until I saw the same group of children again cycling, coming off to the same dual carriage way without looking.

Without looking, without helmet, without care. “So what?” you may wonder. Well, for starters it is an accident waiting to happen. Simple. To carry on, many thanks to the careful drivers. To finish, if that was my not so little one, he would not hear the end of it.

Runt over….

Can you remember…

Can you remember who you were,

before the world told you

who should you be?

Charles Bukowski

Puedes recordat quién eras,

antes de que el mundo te dijera

quien deberías de ser?

Charles Bukowski
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