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My superpower

Everybody is granted some kind of superpower or other. Mine is the Blinding Light. On certain occasions, I emit (more…)

Self Development: a love/hate story

This post, despite its title, is mostly an act of love; because I’m always very critical with what I love. What I don’t love, I manage better by ignoring it.

I got in contact with the self development and productivity world via (more…)

I’m invisible

I’ve finally noticed it: I’m invisible. Perhaps it took me so long to realize because my dearest ones, used to my company and my way of being, (more…)

The elevator of life

That elevator ride seemed to have no end, it was one of those days. As usual, I was humming into air all kind of disgusting terms and vague insults, self pity statements and external justifications that explained all my bad luck (yes, that’s my regular habit whenever I have one of those days).

I was so abstracted with my thoughts, in fact, that (more…)

The bear story

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In Frogs into Princes, John Grinder and Richard Bandler refer a very eloquent story about free will and systems of beliefs. The Denver zoo was being renovated, and the delivery with the polar bear (more…)

The throne and the perpetual commentator

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Dance to nature’s music: Autumnal Equinox

Tomorrow is the autumnal equinox: the moment in which, after the bright Summer, day and night equal their forces. From then on, days will become shorter, and darkness will gain ground.

There is a change of patterns in nature and we should change ours, too. (more…)

One quote and two warnings

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It looked like a good idea at first, but I hesitated a lot and in the end I did not add the following quote by Charles Darwin to my database: (more…)

The black area round our vision

Life is amazing when you think of it. Take what you’re really seeing right now, for instance. Try to abandon frontal vision for a minute and embrace the whole picture. You’ll have noticed that, above what you’re seeing, starts a black area, the place where (more…)

The house on fire and the blackest of mists

The house has been on fire ever since it was built. Maybe even while it was being built. It has become a tradition to think of the house in connection with flames, just like one cannot conceive a piano without keys or (more…)