28 April, 2012 New Just Be
I’ll be the first to admit that I really don’t like when people give me advice on how to live my life. Either it’s because I’m too stubborn to accept what someone else has to say or I’m just not ready to make a change. Even with minor things. But really, what makes someone else feel so entitled to tell me how to do things I’ve been doing for the longest time? On what grounds is someone else better equipped than I am to make choices that they feel are right for me? I feel confident that I know what actions are in my best interest. And while I admit that everyone makes mistakes, myself included, I’d rather do something that ends up not working out because I wanted to than because someone else thought it would be right for me to do.
I’ve been on and off reading this book called The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle and it’s really opened a few doors for me. I’ve discovered that there is a very easy way to make the everyday parts of my life more enjoyable and rewarding. One of the things that Tolle stresses the most in his book is the importance of living in the present. It’s amazing how often we find ourselves pondering the future or reminiscing in the past. If you can task yourself to becoming consciously aware of this every time it happens, you’ll see that it is a very usual way people cope with life’s challenges.

But according to Tolle, there is a better way to live your life. I decided to take his advice and noticed immediately that I’m less stressed and in fact more interested in things that were once redundant and nonsensical. The book suggests that every time you find yourself thinking about the future, to remove yourself from that train of thought and instead focus on your present state of being. Don’t concern yourself over things that you may or may not be able to control and instead put your energy into being. Feel the blankets on your legs when you lie in bed before falling asleep; savour the food you are about to eat at dinner time; pay attention to your pulse and the freshness of everything around you. Become one with the music in your headphones. How do you feel at this very moment? You will find that doing this on a regular basis will lead you to seeing the world in a much different way. Focus on just being.
One example Tolle gives in his book is of walking up flights of stairs. It’s something that we all do on a somewhat regular basis, and it’s a taxing experience. But instead of dreading doing this, or avoiding it altogether, Tolle suggests that you embrace it. Pay special attention to each individual step. Focus on your breathing. Think about how you feel. Set small goals for yourself and put all of your mental energy into the process. When you reach the top of the staircase you will feel like you have truly accomplished something, and that this was something worth doing. You will have arrived at some state of self fulfilment which is truly rewarding.
Similarly Tolle acknowledges that we are often faced with negative thoughts about things. When you find yourself dreading a certain scenario, he suggests separating yourself from that mindset. Create a different identity. Disassociate yourself from those negative thoughts. Convince yourself that this isn’t you who is thinking these things. When you can release these negative feelings and tell yourself that these do not reflect your true outlook of the world, you will feel a great sense of relief.
I know sometimes these habits are hard to break. I know that few people like to take advice about how to live their lives. But once in a while it is a good thing to try something different and see how it works. I’ve found that living in the moment and really coming to terms with the way things are right now is a much more gratifying way to live. What do you think?
Tags: attitude, healthy living, Positive thinking
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26 April, 2012 We Are One
Once in a while we are all pulled together by a common cause. Case in point: the Ottawa Senators. What explanation is there that an entire city, indeed one of the most multicultural and diverse cities in Canada, can be pulled together so tightly in such a short period of time? And seemingly so easily…
Such is the power of sport. We are a proud city, us Ottawans. While we are individually so different and come from so many different places and upbringings, we have this wonderful hockey team that reminds us of how we are, in fact, unified.
It was a truly inspirational year. The city adopted the role of the underdog from the very beginning. We weren’t supposed to accomplish anything. We squeaked into the playoffs by the skin of our teeth and forced the conference favourite Rangers to a 7-game series, won by a single goal on the back of sure to be Vezina trophy winner Henrik Lundqvist.
I don’t mean to echo what every newspaper will report in the coming days. But I do feel compelled to mention the emotional high that this team has imposed on the city. They are the one constant in a time of uncertainty for some; a staple in the lives of many who have lived here for a long time. They showed perseverance and passion that everyone should strive to replicate in their lives every single day. The magic power of togetherness is something that should not be overlooked.
I am proud of my team and of my city. We handled this loss with humility. Let’s all remember to be good neighbors even when the season has come to a close. Stay classy, Canada.
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25 April, 2012 It’s About Waking Up
Slowly, buds are coming out on the trees. It’s nature’s reminder to us that there is still an innate desire to live and thrive in this world, polluted as it is with destruction and negative thoughts. Yet I still manage to think that if we were all in a position where our lives were on the line, we would fight to the end to preserve it. I sure would. I have so much to lose and yet so much still to gain.
This morning my mother was telling me how she loves this time of year, when you can still see the skeletal limbs of the trees underneath the sprouting buds of their bony branches. I asked her why she felt this way, especially since most prefer the red, orange and yellow canvas outlining autumn-time highways. “It’s about waking up,” is what she told me.
She put it into such human terms. Waking up, something we all do each day. But have you ever wondered if the trees want to come back each year? Would you wake up each day knowing that you would be discarded for several months of the year? The only time anybody really notices trees anyway is when they bud in the spring and when they dud in the fall. They might make it into a painting or two, but has there ever been a painting worth mentioning in which a single tree was the focal point?
I wonder about all the things these trees have seen. All the unspeakable crimes in long forgotten, out of sight forests. All the blossoming romances on inviting park benches. These trees have looked on as neighbourhoods were built all around them while their siblings were being torn down, replaced by shopping malls and parking lots. Weeks without water and weeks without sun. Chaperones to lost animals with nowhere left to go. With so many branches but no ability to swat at the dogs who urinate without the slightest regard on them.
It’s a bleak existence, a tree might tell you. And yet each year they come back to life. Maybe my mom was right. Maybe it’s all about waking up.
I want to live with that same drive to come back when I feel forgotten.
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23 April, 2012 On the Upswing
Once in a while I need to step back and realize how much good there is in my life. In every little thing around me.
I have such wonderful friends. All in their own ways.
Things are starting to look up. Today I finished second year of university. I’m getting older and the world is starting to make more sense.
If you are one of the few who reads this, I want you to know that there is a lot of power in your hands. You can influence things that you never thought you could. Just be yourself and it’s enough.
Today was a good day. A rainy day, but a good day.
Mario
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1 April, 2012 Wait for it…
I think I spend more time waiting to do things than anything else in my life. What’s even worse is that I try to justify my procrastination.
Like right now for example. I should be preparing cue cards for what I’m going to say tomorrow in my presentation about multimodal texts (yawn). It’s not like I don’t know what I’ll say because I’ve practiced it in the shower like 50 times. I just want to get it over with. My excuse for not preparing it is that I’m at work, which would be a legit excuse if I actually did anything at my job. I sit at a desk in my gym and zone right out for about 5 hours, watching people working out with bad form and becoming the radio’s slave, listening to the same garbage music every hour.
I set little time goals for myself to do work and still get distracted. Like during the intermission of the hockey game in tv I will work on a reading or something and then resume watching it when it comes back on. But this never happens. There are too many distractions. And somehow when I get home from work I find a way to justify to myself that I’m too tired from work to do homework and that I need to relax.
Whatever though. I always find a way to get these things done so I don’t really worry too much. One more week of classes, actually 3 days basically for me. Ready to be done and not have that to worry about, but you knew that already.
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28 December, 2011 Dreadful
Clouds stretched across the city
As I stepped out of bed.
And I couldn’t help but think:
“How I dread lousy weather.”
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27 December, 2011 The Alienated Ones
Another bland, normal day goes by and eventually I find myself on the bus coming home. It’s late at night now, about midnight, and not many people are on the bus. The busses are really unreliable at this time of the night; sometimes they stop running even before the last bus is supposed to do its route because there haven’t been any people riding.
Nevertheless, the bus comes tonight. I get on and there is only one person on the bus. It’s a little girl, probably about age ten or eleven, and I wonder what she’s doing on the bus, downtown, at this hour. I sit beside her, figuring we could both use some company.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“What do you mean? I’m going home,” I tell her.
“Well, I know that,” she says. “I mean why are you sitting beside me? Look at all the other seats on the bus.” This catches me off guard, but I guess I should have known better. “Excuse me,” she says, and pushes past me to sit in isolation at the other end of the bus. What a society we live in, I think to myself, where a person can’t even sit beside another without being pushed away. Surely, that’s not how humans are meant to live?
The bus ride passes and no more passengers get on the whole rest of the way. I doze off for a little while and the trip is shorter than it would have been had I been awake the whole time. I brush myself off and curl up in bed, alone, wondering why it is that I long so much for company while others, like that little girl, are so pleased being by themselves.
It’s a thought that manifests in my mind until I succumb to its complexity and give in to another day.
Tags: alone, Fiction, public transit, short story
27 December, 2011 Resolving the Resolution
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Rejoice! At long last, a new year has almost arrived. It’s time to kick old habits to the curb and open the door with welcoming open arms to the newer, refined lifestyle that you’ve been just dying to start. Oh, please.
24 December, 2011 On Christmas
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‘Tis the season, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. Maybe it’s because here in Ottawa, there is a thin, practically non-existant layer of snow that just fell yesterday and doesn’t even promise to still be here tomorrow. It’s something that we sure aren’t used to. Usually there are heaps of snow that started falling as early as Halloween. But something is telling me that this isn’t the reason I’m still having a difficult time getting up for Christmas.
Tags: Christmas, family, food, holidays, tradition, World Junior Hockey Championship, xmas
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