Farm or City?

Our life experiences are based on our way of life. What we say and do come back to us in one way or another. If we believe in ourselves then everything we do is right, there is no fear, there is no worry, there is only self confidence in the choices we make. To hear your own voice is all that matters for no one else lives your life or has your wisdom.

Living on a farm or living in a city have a great distinction between them and show a slight resemblance of a congested mind and an intuitive mind. In a city there is noise pollution that scatters your thoughts and allows for nothing other than everyone else’s voice to overpower your own caring voice. In a city you are rushing from one place to the next getting your job done, errands run, obligations met and in all this people are chattering away giving advice where it is not needed, assuming they know best, and therefore diluting your own trust within yourself. Time becomes something you try to find yet discover that it’s meaning has been lost to you. What is expected of you has stopped you from doing what is expected from yourself to you. You glimpse a sight of what you want your life to look like and you feel that you can breath again. Yet a second later  a whirlwind of clatter over powers that desire and it is lost amongst the bustle and noise emanating from those around you who ridicule your thoughts and the sight of your own breath of fresh air.

In the Farm you are free to hear yourself contemplate and understand what is good or bad for you. There are only animals around that say nothing more than offer their love to you for the simple act of feeding them and caring for them. In return you are left to listen to your mind as it ventures into a world of its own where the decisions are based on your own internal voice that you have come to believe in and trust. You move with your instincts towards your fields of green in knowledge of when to water them and when to walk away. You hear the sound of your breathing and the whispers of the butterflies as they pass you by. In an ability to sit and think you realize what your dreams are and grow strong in your beliefs, for there is no one there who can contaminate those desires and the conviction of your thoughts.

I long to be a farm, where I am left to my own accord and rid myself of the fear of change or the fears that have been bestowed upon me by those who love me the most.


Rush…Rush….the world will end

Life is one big rush after the next, as if the whole world may collapse if we don’t get to that meeting on time, or we stop at an orange light instead of speeding past it, or go buy those shoes we saw on tv for an up coming party, or making it to that dreaded dinner outing, or taking a minute long shower when your body desires an hour, or buying that perfect tie for the boss to be impressed, or making sure to buy a new outfit for that party you MUST go to, or taking that training course that will be of no use to you regardless of how often you may change jobs.

How many of the things we do in our lives acquire us to run around like headless chickens? Will the world come to an end if we don’t get to work at 8am sharp? What exactly will happen to humanity and the earth if we all took a step back and distributed our daily errands with kindness to ourselves!

Stress has become something that is hard to detect especially when you spend your whole day going from one place to the next, trying to please everyone else in your life but you. You come to assume that the reason you saturate your days and nights with irrelevant things to do is due to your specific type of personality. You tell yourself “It’s cause I am a go getter and I like to do a million things in one go.” You start to believe it so much that when your body starts to cry out for help, you brush it off telling yourself that it’s the food your eating that is causing your body such trauma. So then you incorporate a diet to follow that eats up more of your already incredibly busy schedule instead of dedicating that extra hour for personal, mindless, quiet time.

I was accused of being stressed by the doctor I went to recently. I refused to acknowledge what he was trying to tell me due to the fact that I could not find any reason to be stressed. I interjected his lecture and told him that I was not stressed and to please find a real cause for all the ailments I was divulging to him.

When you are always on the run in life, it is hard to make out the difference between stress and a stress free life. We all rush from one thing to the next as we are thinking of a few other things that we are supposed to do. We don’t know what it is like NOT to be stressed and therefore when we are told that the reason for our stomach aches, headaches, dizziness etc.. is due to stress we refuse to see it. Actually we CAN’T see it. It is when we are on one of our vacations that we come to realize that we are actually relaxed, we have no errands to run, no work to rush to, no meaningless past times to attend to and no phone calls we HAVE to answer to. The best time to feel the difference between a stress free you and a stressed out you are the two days after your arrival into your typical life routine.