Viva la Vida!


August 2
6:56 pm

The day went on peacefully, it's almost impossible to recognize this girl as the same woman guilty and afraid of the past few months.
I'm betting on the assumption that Abraham's method of living life is the best that could ever happen to me (and to anyone).


The Law of Attraction is adamant. It will deliver to us everything we give our attention to for more than 18 seconds.
In the past, I was mainly concentrating on the notion of lack when confronted to the situation I'm now in. Always, "where is the money going to come from?" will pop up in my head day in and day out.
Result: confusion, loss of appetite, loss of self-esteem, depression and at times semi-suicidal thoughts (sickness or self-sabotage).

Drama was shown all around me in The News, every one I met would say with condescension: "Oh, and with the economic crisis we're into, it's not tomorrow you will find employment."
I'll go home thinking: "what an impasse i find myself into!"

Day in and day out there was no escaping the trap of these remarks, playing in my head like a stuck record.

Today, people's words are sifted into my consciousness, revealing the actual mental frame of it's recipient. It's all it was: a vision stuck on the groove played by all these people worrying.
I cut it off, I stay lazily at my house, dwelling in creative thoughts of mine: writing, doing collages, reading, cooking my favorite food with what is stocked in the pantry and in the fridge, deciding to go out only when missing too many essentials, like fruit and butter.

My life is happy every day, dwelling in my private thoughts of positive intention.

6:09 p.m.
The light is wonderful at this time, just magic. With the beauty of Nature around me, how could i be unhappy and worried? If today is perfect at my door, and I keep concentrating on finding beauty and perfection, what could I possibly see tomorrow but more perfection?

"We accept many notions because they seem to be the logical answers to our questions.
But have we asked the right questions?"
Harold L. Klawans

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