The 5 core traits of people full of everything

I have read several articles describing the top traits of highly successful people, or the 5 core characteristics of really attractive people, or the 10 things that mentally strong people do, or the I-don’t-know-what behavior of the best people in category x-y-z. These articles are mainly blog posts and they are rarely the result of scientific research, so they don’t serve as scientific evidence of a real fact, but what they do have is a large number of comments and viewers. One of them had more than 60k viewers, which doesn’t mean anything at all, but it is still a large audience and in some unconscious level, it must have some sort of influence on people’s opinions and beliefs, or it may mean some sort of acceptance on people’s minds, which in the end, is the reality that we see.

Anyway, I don’t want to focus on that, but instead, on the message of those articles. I cannot deny that I could agree with some of those characteristics and it is pretty plausible to consider those traits as an interesting ideal. But that is exactly what I dislike about it: the “ideal” part, the Disney fairy tale, the 1.75 mts. Barbie. These ideals seem to be so strong in people’s minds that they indeed generate a permanent state of frustration. How can a regular person become such a hero? We are an entity with certain traits and characteristics and far from what we are, on advertising, the movies, internet, magazines and everywhere, there is another model which we are not. Doesn’t it generate problems? I think it does and a lot.

Psychologists have a term for the discomfort generated by contradictory beliefs, values or ideas which is called cognitive dissonance. On the one side, I believe I am totally fine, totally normal and on the other hand, I also believe there is a lot wrong about me. So what I am saying is nothing new. However, I have lately realized a few things that deserve space on this blog:

-No one actually trained me to better conquer frustration; it has been mainly life itself, my decisions and people around me that have walked through it with me. I wish I had that kind of education at school or university, instead of the hard-skills-focused education I received, where memorizing and repeating was, and still is, the paradigm. Some may say that we are not supposed to learn that at school, that those are life lessons; but, why not? Why can’t we learn about critical or divergent thinking at school or at university? Our education model was conceived to satisfy the needs of industrialization. Instead of educating kids for life, we are manufacturing them in batches.

-People have and project (consciously or unconsciously) expectations to others. When someone says: I will give you cake if you are kind or I wish you would fix that lamp while I am at work. They are showing expectations. What if you don’t behave as expected? That could be a reason for an argument. What if I was aware of these expectations? Perhaps, we also need some sort of training at school to better elucidate expectations and to better communicate them to others. Perhaps we also need to measure our egos sometimes.

-Last but not least, to all of you dear bloggers and writers: please give me some evidence, some scientific research that support those lists. You might write such a thing because you need to have some viewers to pay the bills or because you truly believe it is a key learning that you want to pass on to others, but that is your reality, your culture, your circle of friends, your country and your mind exposing this “knowledge”. It is totally valid to have such opinions, but then, write it as an opinion and not as the Ten Commandments.

My best german friend

Where are you german friend?
I miss talking to you and listening to your crazy tales
I miss laughing hard and sharing my things
I miss telling you what I have done and how it went
I miss being texted and texting as well
I miss the other day when we met just to be friends

Where have you been all this time?
I’ve been waiting for such a long time
and I haven’t heard a word
Is it me? Is it you? Is it us?
You weren’t at my party
But don’t take me wrong, this is not resentment nor hate
This is just a story to be told that I haven’t seen nor heard nor lived
It’s just a story in my imagination
A story of distance and inconvenience
After all, we create our own reality, right?

Where are you german friend?
I will be there on time and dress fancy
I will like your music and eat your currywurst
I will enjoy the evening starting at 7:55
I will talk in german the whole night
I will respect your politeness, the rules and the limits
I will cross the street only with a green light
And above all I won’t be loud, I promise, I love silence

Where have we been all this time?
I guess in a place with no time and no distance
In a place full of joy and true friendship
I was wondering how to live without you
I was wondering how to move on without you
I was wondering if this was the end of what vaguely started

Where are you german friend?
Am I just too different?
Is it my mistake?
Was it my black hair or my accent?
I kept asking and asking myself questions of belonging
But I got no answer…

Turning point

What a pity
there is sometimes a turning point
a break in the equation
it could change everything
but you are stuck in the same old same
even if you wish
even if anything is possible
and impossible is nothing

There are some dreams that remain hidden
ideas that continue online
somewhere in the cloud
and are never downloaded
and are never seen by anyone
but yourself
and your fear

Follow the train lines
because you must
because it is how it is
you are not brave enough
to get off and run through the forest

And fear conquers you
and you stay there on your bed
without moving a single finger
because of fear
fucking fear
you could just stop this night and for ever

You wish everything was like before
no excitement
no fear
no pain
no dreams
but it is not
all what you need, is the impossible
but for what price?

Find a girl who travels

Find a girl who travels and she will connect you with the Universe.

Find one of them and let her show you her dreams and discoveries. Through them you can see her soul and the true meaning of those trips. Some people say they escape, because they are tired of their routine. Some others believe they just want to see the world, taste new ideas and experiences; and some others believe, they are just bored and keep doing holidays to spend their money.

I believe there are deeper waters to see, I believe they are seekers and masters.

They are seekers, because they need to find the connection our ancestors had with the stars and they need to reconnect with the beauty of our Planet. We kill, destroy and deceive our brothers, but mostly, our Planet, our home. They go around and rediscover the amazing gifts we have received and learn to be thankful. They see how vast and majestic our home is and where we see trees, they see life and magic. They see no superiority, but scientific proof that we just coexist and share this world with other life forms. Where we see cities, they see disconnection. They are seekers and indeed, every time they travel, they find treasures.

She will surely collect all those adventures. She might collect photo albums, write poems, songs, collect post cards, buy little magical stones, glasses and books or just write a journal. Whatever it is, it is how she and the ones like her relate to their adventures and it is how they prepare to become a master. Not to say that their path is easy. They have indeed many challenges to overcome and that is why most of them read a lot, because they are training themselves.

So they become geniuses of tomorrow by understanding the present, by living their trips. They simply know the path, because they have seen it before their eyes and walked it, because they are born to be the channel between this earthly life and the upper Universe. That is why they could become yoga instructors and will not be concerned about your new car. They will actually prefer to ride a bike and enjoy the breeze.

They are then a source of inspiration for many and might seem too idealistic. But it is because of ideals that they reach the stars, so they can later teach and show the way. It is through ideals that we can change the world and help those in trouble.

So please, find one of them, because they will open your eyes and your soul…

Lo Imposible

El silencio de las horas nos revela lo imposible
lo imposible de nuestra existencia
el aburrimiento nostálgico de un domingo
el frío entre nuestros huesos
que perturba
que congela

Mente ansiosa
mente ajena a la realidad
dame más, sí, golpéame como nunca
te juro que resisitiré
te juro que sobreviviré
pero en silencio
y en soledad

A veces nos topamos con ángeles
cruzan nuestras vidan ingenuos
para soportarnos
para detener el tiempo
y para decirnos: despierta!

Así despertamos de la mente ansiosa, del estupor
para ver la realidad
el dolor de la muerte y la alegría del nacimiento
la vida da vida, pero también quita
por qué no me das un nueva comienzo?
por qué no me das lo imposible?

porque ya lo tienes
está dentro de ti, dentro de todos nosotros
sólo tienes que verlo sin mirarlo…

El dolor

El dolor es implacable
su agudo salpicar envenena
su poderío nos convence a bajar la guardia
soltar algunas lágrimas
y buscar una mirada amorosa, una mirada compasiva

No me extraña que aprendemos tanto con tu estilo
dolor agobiante
dolor de cuerpo
dolor de alma
dolor ajeno
dejas tu huella sobre la arena de mi espacio

Acaso somos más humildes junto a ti?
te llevo conmigo
te siento adentro
entonces puedo mirarles con desdén
pues eres mi virtud
así como mi desgracia

Dejas tu odor sobre mi rostro pálido
mi rostro de insomnio
cual dilema ruiseñor
y no me olvido, no
volveré a preguntarte mañana
si he de ignorarte o abalanzarme sobre ti…

Shareconomy

I have been already called random, several times, but a tree? Come on!

Tree: That is so random!
Andresko: Define random
Tree: Andresko!
Andresko: What?
Tree: you are random.
Andresko: ah… what do you mean?
Tree: What do you mean I mean?
Andresko: my question?
Tree: You know what I mean
Andresko: no, I don’t
Tree: forget it…

Randomness is associated with the right side of the brain. This side is also commonly associated with creativity, the present moment and all what connects us to other people and the universe. It is everything at this single moment in space and time. It allows us to be one with what surrounds us. The left hemisphere however, is a totally different sort of thing. It is connected to the past and the future, connects the details of our lives to make us a distinct entity from all what is around.

It is amazing how we, as society, have put our energies to heavy develop the left side of our brains. I would say: we are left-minded.  Whenever we think about ourselves, we are just relying and focusing on our left side. We need to have good memory. We need to be good engineers, good winners and good at math. We need to be rational and have a deductive thinking, or better said: We are rational, cold-minded, and highly competitive individuals.

Anyway, there is no need to worry. In spite of the creation of an extremely left-sided society, there are changes coming to stage. Hundreds of people calling strikes around the world, hundreds of movements ranging from climate change or politics to even information technologies are inviting us to the so-called “new” Shareconomy, which is by the way, not new at all. Experts write papers and newspapers articles trying to define the borders of the new forms of collaboration. They try and try to describe and standardize these new forms of sharing knowledge and resources. They ask themselves with terror how companies are going to survive this new mindset.  That is exactly the problem. They are facing this process as it was something new; they are analyzing it using their left side of the brain.

We are human beings; it is in our inner nature to collaborate and to share. Sharing our lives, food, love and belongings is as old as barter, even older than our history; because animals also share, which is indeed quite old. If anyone preaches that these movements are something new, i believe they are totally wrong and they should just have a different perspective, a more creative approach. We are perhaps, just bringing back to the center of our lives (including economy) what was lost. We just dug down to find Atlantis and we only found us.

Some questions arise after these considerations: if sharing was there and it has dwindled over the last 100, 200 or 500 years, how are we going to re-learn how to share? How are we going to open ourselves again to the right side of the brain? (did you notice that these questions were formulated by my left hemisphere?). Indeed the years to come are going to be fantastic, that is why I love 2013 and the present moment…

Farewell

My first encounter with death was at the age of five. I was playing with my toys. It was a tremendous battle. One of them shot a bolt of lightning to another and killed him. As my height was not enough to reach the window, I just threw the dead toy through it. I threw it to the unknown and I never knew anything else about that toy. I remember asking for company to my mother to go downstairs to find it, probably because toys do come back to life. By the time I arrived to the garden it was not there anymore. So it stopped existing. It fell to that dimension that we all know, but we barely understand. That dimension of opposition and contrast.

There is a mental list that I keep with all those episodes. I remember clearly when my grandmother passed away. I can still see her when I close my eyes and I can rekindle all those feelings and emotions when I think about her and that dramatic day. I didn’t wish to have that list. It’s just there and I can’t avoid having it. I wonder why I must remember all those moments. It must be their intensity and power to vanquish my soul. They have certain crudity and a surplus of shivers that run down to my stomach whenever I think about them.

Living is swimming in a lagoon full of darkness looking for some light. Whenever I reach a spot of clear waters, I bump into tons of images of trembling moments and move them immediately to the list. I also see redemption. Ironically enough, darkness brings tranquility, because the list stays intact. As of yesterday, I have a new set of images to add to the list. I wish to trick my brain and avoid that clear spot, but as Dory said, I have to “keep swimming, keep swimming”. Keep swimming means to live and not to be eaten by a giant fish, as simple as that. It also means to move on until I find my spot of eternal light. That spot which will be the last item of my list, hopefully with ‘meaning’ and just ‘natural causes’ replacing that big fish.

Darkness brings tranquility, but does it bring peace? I wonder what kind of fish ate you. I wonder also how deep you were swimming that you suddenly stopped being blind and found your spot of light, your own meaning. Perhaps your swimming style was not what one can consider a traditional one, or as people say: “the brave choice”. It takes a lot of courage to conquer the instinct of self-survival, doesn’t it? I am going to keep wondering for some time. I am going to try to find the hows and whys, probably without any success. I will keep wondering about which deep thoughts made you swim in that direction. I still tell myself, the mysteries of that labyrinth we proudly call soul aren’t that intricate, right?

How are you? Are you fine? I believe the last time I asked one of those questions was today, as I do almost every day. It is however sad that we keep asking those questions, but they are empty, as their answers are. Either there is no trust at all or the links between us are just becoming software code, full of words that mean nothing. We are sometimes so fucking far…

Anyway, wherever you have gone, I wish you good luck and farewell.

to C.S.
May you rest in peace.

Escondido

Hoy me escondí en el silencio de tus ojos
en la bravura de tu sonrisa
y en esos labios profanos

Quisiera verte de nuevo
sentirte y sentirnos
pisando tus cabellos de oro
y la fuerza tropical de tu talante

Caminas despacio,
pero hacia adelante
y yo estoy aquí
aplastado por estas hojas infértiles

Para respirar necesito respirarte
ver tu sombra sobre el paisaje
y esconderme de tu resplandor
pues eres luz.
Ciegas con tu presencia
y niegas con tu potencia

Cuánto más vamos a seguir sacudiéndonos?
Cuánto más vamos a seguir tropezándonos?

Entonces me miró con simpatía y dijo:
“No sé hacia donde vamos, pero vamos juntos”