Everybody IS Perfect

I posted sometime ago about an experience I had where I realized that nobody is perfect and I wrote about it. 

Today I realized something else. The opposite of what I wrote.

Why to quote "Nobody is perfect", when instead, you can say "Everybody is perfect"!?

Why to point the negative when you can point the positive? 

Each person is individual, unique and beautiful in his/her own way. A person is made of looks and personality. Each is perfect in the way he/she is. 

To an other, you are perfect. There is always someone who sees you perfect.  

Believe you are beautiful. Believe you are perfect. Because you are. 

Don't go around thinking you are not perfect because nobody is perfect. But think the opposite. Think that you are just perfect, unique, and beautiful with all your "flaws". Everybody is perfect.

You are perfect.

Remember that. 

My Shoes

I just came across this short film. Very touching. A must watch. 



Be grateful of what you have because you don't know what others may be suffering from and never judge because you know nothing. 

Careful what you wish for. 

The Simple Life

I am back from the most amazing trip I've ever had so far.

I was with my friends in Romania. We rented a car and traveled around. We were five. 

We stayed there for seven days, slept in three different places, experienced so many different things and adventurous crazy things. 

The weather was great. A little bit of everything it was; from extremely cold days with wind, fog and rain... to sunny and warm days.

It was absolutely amazing. I grew mentally and spiritually in that trip. 

The nature was so beautiful. I didn't expect Romania to have that beautiful landscape. 

Here is a picture of one of the places we stayed at, The Transylvanian Alps:

Most of the trip we were on the road, moving around from one town to another, visiting things and enjoying the simplicity and peaceful life. 

The small towns and their simple life was something magical to experience. 

Animals, like sheep, cows, horses, dogs, were on the streets and everywhere. 

You see how each house in the towns has it's own garden with a cow, a horse, a chicken, sheep and a dog. You see how each animal and each plant has it's purpose for human survival needs, as in food, protection and transportation.

Absorbing that, made me think about the vegetarian and vegan issue. I wonder whether there are people like that in those little towns. I doubt it. I think only us, people of the city are the picky ones. We have the option of processed food. We have facilities that provide us with meat substitue products. We can allow ourselves to get attached to animals and complain about slaughtery.

The same thing with complaining about cutting trees and "ruining nature".

While driving in the mountains, I saw some men cutting trees. I thought Oh no! The nature is so beautiful, why are you ruining it! It was disturbing to see that scene. 

The men were cutting the trees and collecting wood.  

As we reached our hostle, it was minus 2 degrees Celsius. It was freezing. 

Outside the hostle there were stacks of wood. 

As I saw that I realized it is firewood. I thought I need this! It was so cold to the point were I lost sensation in my hands and they were hurt. I was in desperate search for heat, and that firewood was what I needed. 

The woodcutters I saw earlier weren't "bad" people. What they did wasn't "ruining" the nature. They don't even look at it as in "beautiful nature let's keep it". What they did was for survival reasons and needs. To heat up they need to burn wood. There isn't any other way there.

Since we don't suffer from lack of heat, we complain. We have air conditioners and heaters. If we didn't have that, we would be desperately looking for firewood and would be understanding the "ruining nature" thing better. 

If we look at all of the things around us, it seems like it all exists to serve us. Living simple and poor makes us see things different. More deeply. It's all there for us. We are the centre. Not the animals, not the trees. We use it all to live. 

The simple life is the natural way of living. The survival. That's life. 

Feeling connected to the earth or getting attached to certain animals, doesn't mean it's the way it should be... It's just a plus for us.

But, when you cut down trees for vain, for no reason, when it's not necessary... When you kill animals with torture, or more than you need, it's wrong. 

There should be supervisors and punishment for those who use their power - to kill living things - without necessity.  

I am not pro vegans, but I am pro nature. I love animals and I hate cruel people. Let's live and let live. Everything in proportion and with the range of necessity. 

Another thing to point out: I loved the simple life and I hated the city. 

We experienced both. We spent the last two days of the trip in the city. The difference was huge. We were in culture shock. 

It felt empty. People up all night partying and drinking. Too many cheap looking women. Half-naked women. Too many drunk people. A city that doesn't sleep. It was noisy and crowded. 

It was totally the opposite of the places we were at. It was fun, a change. It was beautiful too. But in comparison, the villeges, the countryside, wins.

You Are What You Love

I have just discovered this video! 

Amazing and true. 



Remember:
"You are what you love, not what loves you!"

Taking Things for Granted

So many things we take for granted, in our lives and assume in others' lives too, until the awkward thing happens. 

The other day, I had a meetup with a client. He was an old man. He came with his son, that was maybe in his mid forties. I said Hello and shook my client's hand. Then I reached out to shake his son's hand. 

His son didn't mind my hand. He left me hanging and stayed quiet. Fortunately, at that moment I wasn't looking at the man but talking to my client while my hand was hanging in the air.

I waited a little, I didn't know what to do. Should I pull back my hand or what. I thought this is rude, because he was holding papers in one hand and the other hand was free. 

Then, the man grabbed what he had in his right hand with his left hand, and reached out with his left hand to shake my hand. 

It was weird but it hit me that there was something wrong. 

As our conversation continued, the man mentioned that he is paralyzed-partially paralyzed and can't move his right hand. 

Oops. So inconvenient. 

But I couldn't know and I bet it happens to him often. 

That awkward situation made me think of all the things we take for granted and all the things we assume are fine in other people just because it looks fine to us and/or we don't suffer from a condition that they have, so we take their looks for granted as if they're fine because they look fine. 

We don't think about things that we don't have or don't suffer from. We think everybody is just like us, until we see something obviously different on them. 

I immediately thought the man is rude and didn't think he might have a problem, because his hand looked normal. 

Today, at the office, the cleaning lady came and sat with me a little. We were just us. I stayed over time because I was stressed and I had work to finish before I leave. 

We started talking. 

It was the first time I am put in a situation were I am referred to as "rich". She kept mentioning "you, the rich" and "us, the poor". Who uses these terms these days?! I never thought or considered myself rich!

She said she wishes to die than live poor. 

She thinks I can do anything with money. Go anywhere, buy everything I want. And she is struggling for a piece of bread.

She said she asks God sometimes, why were they born poor. They all work and yet they run after their piece of bread. No matter how much they work, their bank account remains in minus. She said she wishes to be rich, to have money, to be able to enjoy life. They are not happy. To enjoy life you need money. They didn't go to school. Because to go to school you need to have money. 

She asked me about my family and I . She was amazed by the fact that my siblings and I and both my parents went to school and have work. Her face was pretty amazed, something I haven't ever seen before. Her face turned bright. She asked me then about my father, and said with sighs "a doctor... Wow, that must be very nice."

OMG.    

You could tell how much she feels bad in the inside for her background. She even told me, the first day she started working here, that she doesn't like to work when people are around. She wants a job where she can work while no one sees her. She feels embarrassed of herself and of what she does. 

Today she told me about her son and daughter. The girl doesn't know Hebrew very well and she is slow a little bit. She's not getting accepted to work anywhere. And the boy wants to go to the army, because he will get a good salary and because he won't find a job anywhere else. His parents aren't happy about his will. They are afraid he would get killed in a war... But they don't have a choice because they know, in this country, in the future, he will be ok, he will get far and live well. 

She explained that when she turns to God asking why was she born poor... She realizes it's not that she was born poor, it's because her background is poor, and she can't do anything about it. If your parents are poor, you will be poor too, because they won't have the money to get you to college and get you a degree and a good job. So you end up poor, just like them. It's something horrible that you can't do anything about. Even if you want a change, without the money, you can't get the change. 

To me hearing all that made me cringe a little, almost had tears falling. Imagine she couldn't even read my name that's on the wall, my surname, because my forename she knows. 

It was incredible. I feel so blessed. Somethings we don't think about, because we live these things. We don't realize how much we are blessed for the things we have that others don't have, because we don't see the other type of people, we don't meet them, because it's like we live in our own bubble. We know the people that are like us. If you are rich, your company is rich too.

For instance, when we meet someone new, we ask them questions like: What did you study and which school did you go to. We don't question IF. Instead of asking the question "Did you go to school" we jump to the question "where" and "when". We assume they did, because all the people we know and all those around us, did go to school.

We don't see or think beyond. But we should. We need to realize we are blessed. 

They say money doesn't buy happiness. I tried to show the woman that being rich doesn't mean you are happy. Having a "crappy" job could be much better than any other job, because maybe you have less worries, less problems, less work hours, more time at home, more time with your loved ones. I showed her that here I am, not married (she was astonished that I am single), 28 years old, been studying all the time and working till late hours every day, missing out on life.... Every person has his own problems. The poor, the rich, all have problems. 

She was okay. But I am not. I am at the office at this moment, thinking about this woman and about life in general. I feel I have so much gratitude inside of me. 

I am healthy. I have money. I have family, friends, house, dog, job, college degrees.... Everything I wanted I did. The most important things in life, that so many people wish to have, I have!

I always said that when I finish my studies, have a job, have enough money in my bank account, I will keep some money aside, to give out to the poor. I chose to study and practice Law because I enjoy it. I work not precisely for the money, but for me. (because between us, if it was for the money, it's not worthwhile) So since I work for myself, and basically, to help others by being their lawyer, I will also help in another way, by giving out some of the money I make to the people in need. If I have enough money for my things, I don't need all the money. I can give out some to those who could even with just a little, change their whole life! 

After what happened today, I think I am going to start this from now. 

When you are used to having something, it's very hard to appreciate it, because you see it as something normal to have, until you see something else. 

Start cherishing every little thing you have!

Birthdays

My birthday was couple of weeks ago. 

I didn't want my birthday to come. But of course, I can't do anything about it; either it comes or I die. 

And actually, realizing this was something. Why the whining? I should be happy, I am alive. I should be grateful.

I was depressed a little because I felt old. I became 28 years old, which means now I am in my 29th, so close to 30.

But then, my birthday came. 

It was amazing.

Family and friends are something so beautiful to have. I received so many phone calls and messages - Whatsapp, Messenger, Facebook, Instagram, Viber... Since the morning I did nothing but answering and replying to all the people.

The fact that they actually took their time to call or send a message, even if it was just for a minute or even if they didn't precisely mean the words they said or wrote to me, it didn't matter, because it meant a lot to me. It made me feel so good and happy, and that's what matters.

On my birthday night, my friends and I went out to a bar to celebrate. The people there started asking me how old I became and asked if I turned 22 (!) 

In the past, I used to hate the fact that I look younger and people always misinterpreting my age. But now I realized it's actually a blessing. 

As I said in the beginning, we either grow older with the years or we die, there isn't any other way. So, if I don't want to die and I don't have a choice but to grow old, at least, I'm getting older by age but in spirit and looks, I'm still the same. That's something people wish to have.

How wonderful it is, to realize all that and feel extra worthwhile, at least one day a year.

Some people get sad when their birthday comes. It reminds them how they are getting old, that the years are passing by, and that they are just getting closer to death. They don't like to celebrate their birthdays at all, they hate it.

But that's not why we celebrate one's birthday.

A birthday is an annual celebration of one's existence in this world. Of having that person around. 

It's a day when you finally get the chance to tell the ones celebrating how much you care for them and how much they mean to you, especially when you're not the type of person who usually expresses him/herself to others without a reason. 

It is the time to show the ones having their birthday affection and happiness, to tell them how much you love them, to give them presents, hugs, wishes... To tell them how much you like them around, to remind them of how great they are and how far they had become, to make them feel good and encourage them to better years...

This is what a birthday celebration is for. 

We don't celebrate the age, or us getting just old. We celebrate the years passed and become grateful for all the things we have and all the people in our lives. Nothing is for granted.

It's also a time for making calculations and maybe decisions for changes. 

Birthdays are good. 



Remember to stay healthy, have gratitude, be happy and alive!

Decisions

I don't think there is such a thing as a wrong decision in life. 

I believe, first, that everything happens for a reason - you learn constantly from your choices and you grow, and second, if something is meant to be, it will be, eventually. 

Whatever choice we make, is okay. What ever feels right at the moment, do it. 

And besides, how will you know if it's the right decision or not, if you never make it? 

I don't believe in right choice or wrong choice. If it was "right" then great! If it was "wrong", it's still right, for it's a phase you were supposed to go through, in this life, to grow and learn.  

As I once said, this life, here, is just one big test. We get to deal with things - the happy and the bad things, and we are constantly being watched. 

The most important thing is how we take control of our feelings regarding the bad and happy things and choices we make. 

In the end, life here is temporary. We will die eventually but the question is when. Nobody knows when is his time to go, when is he finished the test or when is he finished the thing he was created for. 

Of course I believe in God, the creator of all the things. A Father that sees us all the time and wants the best for us. 

It says in Jeremiah 29:11 - for I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 

We must trust all our choices, follow our hearts and try to prevent the over thinking. For whatever happens, that we may not understand - thinking it was the best, God has better plan and better things for us if we only trust and wait. 

It is okay if He sometimes puts us in hard situations and watch us take control and moving on. 

He always has a reason for the things He puts us through. But we are not Him, and our ways are not his ways. He has plans for us and we were born for a reason. 

We may not be able to see or understand the reason for the thing that happened, but we must believe that it is ok, have trust and keep the faith. 

It says in Proverbs 3:5 - trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understandigs. 

So it's ok if sometimes you don't find the reason right away, because you will later. (stating this out of experience).

Sometimes the reason for the thing that happened is not only for us but for others as well, an exapmle or a lesson to some other poeple around us. 

The key is, always believe it's okay. No matter what happens, say it's ok. Be strong, deal with it, remember that it is temporary and you are in a test. 

Think positive and wait for the good things that will come to you. 

Speaking of which, here's a quote by Marilyn Monroe: 

"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let them go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."

Exactly.

Everything happens for a reason. 

It is something I believed in forever. And believing that, makes life easier.

Awareness Video

Khalas

"Khalas"! What a powerful, expressive word. It's a short word with the enough meaning, in a reply to anything, you can use it.

In a situation where you are disgusted from something or by someone, or if you are annoyed from someone or by something, or if you want to end a conversation, or if you don't want to hear something, or if someone or something is bothering you... You can just say Khalas. 

Khalas means enough, stop, don't, shut up... 

Such a strong expressive word. 

Lately, I've been using it a lot. A word that sums up many things and emotions. It actually gives relief when said. 

I'm just too tired of everything; racism, small talk, people, Isis...

I don't know whats up with some people and I wish I could just tell them khalas in the face.   

Anyways, what a year. 

It's been crazy. 

The things that happened to me this year and the things I went through... Could only be delusional. 

Inter alia, I got the job at the office I wanted.

Moved out to my favorite city. 

Lived with crazy girls for Four and a half months. 

Called up the cops and had an amazing experience. 

Moved out to a new flat - the perfect flat by all means, after days and days of searching. 

Had secret admirers. 

And been into many crazy-dramatic situatins. 

My friends were/are amuzed with all my drama life - the neverending drama serie. 

I wonder what will happen with me, with whom or where will I be in the end.

Meanwhile, I'm just trying to enjoy the ride, always looking at the half full of the glass, and saying "khalas" in silence.