MAGICAL MINDFUL LIVING: FINDING JOY IN THE EVERYDAY

I was fascinated by habits, from early in my life. When there was no internet, I still was learning about them from the books the hard way. I wondered how doing something productive becomes effortless and easy. But paradoxically doing anything productive is hard and tiresome. Specially when initial motivation of novelty is no longer there, the mind will wonder into the next new thing instead of continuely trying to do the same boring task. Piano players Consider playing an in

Romanticizing my day: How i did it? Manifestation I have heard of this term before, so called manifestation or imagining your future like it is real, like a mental drama played in the screen of mind, which might become real of viewed often, and believed in it. Can this actually work? I have doubts on this technique just like you. It feels as if its a method for a fool, who like to believe instead of doing actual work which needs to be done, a method for a procastinator, a goo

Example of a simple life. Let's analyze the character Leon. I watched this movie when I was almost a teenager. About Leon the Professional American Hitman and the little girl Matilda, a girl whose family was murdered by DEA. However, Leon reluctantly takes this 12-year-old girl under his wing, initially just to save her, but later he works as her "Hitman" to take out the DEA agents who took the lives of her family, including her brothers and sisters. It seems a tragic the way

Table manners We were having dinner in a nice beachfront restaurant, and were welcomed with a deep red watermelon juice, which captured the taste of a fully ripe watermelon of tropical kind. Once done the glasses were on the table with, a little bit of manners left in the bottom of each one, a tiny bit of watermelon juice to remind ourselves of the taste just a few seconds ago flooded our tastebuds. Lilly White was looking at them curiously and could not wonder the two cups w

"A washing machine has never made any women Happy." Have you ever wondered why you hate sunday afternoons, where you always have to come back home for monday? Maybe you live alone, or you take care of the house. Then one essential origin of this uneasiness comes from the pile of dirty laundary overflowing baskets. Generally on sundays. And you would dream to see the bottom of it -Sky2035 , as it seem it never ends. And it reminds me of Francosie Sagan, the french screenplaywr

A description of a Wednesday morning, casual but as seen from a philosophical point of view, of not wanting happiness