And "after a storm comes a calm"... or so did the cleric say...

Matthew Henry was the author of such phrase, he was a clergyman who lived during the XVII Century (A.D. obviously). Nowadays everyone repeats such phrase as if it was an obvious statement, but then again, I think good old Matt meant it in a whole different way (or so I would like to think in order to avoid ranting against the Church once more...) the thing is... calm does not arrive after the storm necessarily, but rather it's how we perceive things that enables us to see the light at the end of the sh*thole...

Therefore, in order to achieve calmness, we must renew our perspective and try to panic for a short period of time and then move on, it is impossible to move on before panicking, and it isn't quite healthy to panic and stay panicked ad perpetuam. Therefore, we must first be pummeled to the ground in order to rise once again and sometimes even stronger than before. 

But make no mistake, I'm not an optimist but rather like to think of myself as a fighter, and therefore wired to rise up once again in order to keep fighting (not that I know the purpose of rising up again and again either, but between action and inaction I think the first one must prevail over the latter).

And so, I stumbled upon this Ted.com talk by Neil Parischa and found it not only inspirational but logical and useful, and thought it would be best to share it with whomever reads this (if anyone does). 

http://www.ted.com/talks/neil_pasricha_the_3_a_s_of_awesome.html

This post, being the third of today concludes with the trilogy of posts previously mentioned.

Once again, I've got no copyright over it and suppose all copyright is property of www.ted.com

But hey... no effing pressure...

By having a genius dad and topping it off with having a genius older brother it would seem only natural that the younger offspring (me) would have more freedom as the important duties would be tackled by his older brother or father, but my luck isn't that great (or else I wouldn't be myself right?) and so, contrary to what everyone might belive, I am expected to do better than my father and at least as good as my brother, which is no easy duty (not to say improbable at best and pretty effing impossible in real terms). 

As everyone else, I've had my frail moments, one of them being pretty recent, but it was during such days that I came across this webcomic and felt as related as humanly possible, and after reading it I went to bed just thinking... "but hey... no f***ing pressure..."  *sigh* ¬_¬.

BTW all credits go to abstrusegoose.com and the webcomic is located at http://abstrusegoose.com/385 

Two Sides to any story...

This post is part of a trilogy of posts I'll be publishing today, and the reason this third (or first, depending on how you see it) was written is because the following two posts are two sides to a story. The first one reflects a very important part of my everyday life, a feeling I carry on my back every single day with me and which appalls me, but then again, after accepting such feeling, I came across this incredible talk at Ted.com (Ted.com is a webpage featuring different people which provide the audience with a speech, either regarding technology or positive thinking, or things of the like, which if you haven't visited I would highly reccommend you to do, but I digress...) which made me remember the beauty existing in the action of not just watching the world, but observing it. 

More than once, I've caught myself staring at a bug, a tree or a child, and smirking, and I like to tell myself it's because my inner child hasn't quite grown yet. But then again, I'm invading another of today's posts, so without further ado, I would like to make way to the following two posts adding that most of the time, there are two sides to all stories, but it's up to you to decide which one to pay attention to.