Life is amazingly magical and magically amazing

I don't know where to start.
I sleep less and less these days, and I think more and more. It's not that I think that much in the way I used to (overthinking, trying to understand everything), it's like, I feel I understand more and more. I stopped trying to understand and thus I understand, twisted right? 

I accept life as it comes, take everything as it is, don't fight the present and go smoothly with the flow. Bentinho Massaro's outlook on life has helped me tremendously with this.

Since I've been living this way, alsmost everything I've experienced (seen, heard, felt, been through..) has taught me something, big or small. 
Every time I watch a movie, read a book, listen to someone, it goes way beyond the simple words. It reaches out to me. 
Everything feels personal. I can relate to everything. I am either a cause or a consequence of everything that happens to me. 
And yet nothing matters, or more accurately everything matters. There are no important things, other than the ones I give importance too. No one can force me to be a certain way, I always choose my reality. 

Life is getting simpler, lighter, happier every day. 
Science, philosophy, art, everything brings me back to me, my reality. It's the only one I'll ever experience so all I can do is try to explore it as much as I can. 

I've always tried to understand people and make them happy. And sometimes I did, but I rarely knew it, so I felt frustrated. 
Now I understand that the moments where I had a most positive impact was when I stopped trying to please people and was just being me. 

All I can do is be me, so the only "have to" that I go by now is "I have to be myself". Not even my best self, there's no such thing. In everything I do I could find someone who supports me and someone who rejects me. And it doesn't matter. 
All I want to do is be kind and fair, but who's gonna judge? So I'll just be kind and fair according to me, because it's the best I can do in my subjective reality. 
I don't want to hide behind fear or good will. I want to live by joy and love. "Why are you doing this or that?" "Because I love doing it". Not because I think it's the right thing to do, not because I think people are gonna love it, but because I love it. There's too much to do and not enough time to bother with things I'm not passionate about. 

I woke up at 4 this morning and the wintery night didn't encourage me to get out of bed so I put on a movie. Groundhog Day. I understood so much, about myself, life, the way I experience it. Live life, learn life, love life. Repeat.
And it's the same everytime now. There are no good movies or bad movies anymore, only movies and the way I see them, the lessons I take from them. 
There are no good or bad, incredible or tragic events, there are only events. There are no truths or lies, there are only realities. Plural. 
There is no such thing as objectivity. There are no such things as wisdom or crazyness. There are only infinite ways to experience life. And mine is the only one I got, the only one there is, as far as I'm concerned. 
Everything feels surreal, everything could be made up, but everything seems real at the same time. So I get to choose what's real for me, and I choose love, joy, faith, trust. I choose to look only at things that makes my heart expand. I accept the rest, I won't look the other way when presented with something I "don't like" but I won't go and look for it either. If something unwanted happens I won't deny it's happening I'll just accept it. I'll try to find the silverlining, the rainbow in the rain, the opportunity in chaos. There is always a bigger picture, a bigger scale. Or a smaller one. Everything is important, yet nothing is. I get to decide. In every moment.
Life is a joyful game. Dare play!

Faire de toute vie une oeuvre d'art...

Je découvre Michel Foucault et son « idée selon laquelle la principale œuvre d’art dont il faut se  soucier, la zone majeure où l’on doit appliquer des valeurs esthétiques, c’est soi-même, sa propre vie, son existence » 

« Ce qui m’étonne, c’est le fait que dans notre société l’art est devenu quelque chose qui n’est en rapport qu’avec les objets et non pas avec les individus ou avec la vie; et aussi que l'art est un domaine spécialisé fait par des experts qui sont les artistes. Mais la vie de tout individu ne pourrait-elle pas être une œuvre d’art ? Pourquoi une lampe ou une maison sont-ils des objets d’art et non pas notre vie ? » 

« Voilà ce que j’ai essayé de reconstituer : la formation et le développement d’une pratique de soi qui a pour objectif de se constituer soi-même comme l’ouvrier de la beauté de sa propre vie »

« Si je devais écrire un livre pour communiquer ce que je pense déjà, avant d'avoir commencé à écrire, je n'aurais jamais le courage de l'entreprendre. Je ne l'écris que parce que je ne sais pas encore exactement quoi penser de cette chose que je voudrais tant penser. [...] Je suis un expérimentateur en ce sens que j'écris pour me changer moi-même et ne plus penser la même chose qu'auparavant. »

On me demande constamment ce que je vais faire "plus tard/ensuite", mais comment puis-je le savoir? J'avance guidée par la curiosité, attirée par l'inconnu; si je savais d'avance ce qui m'attends je n'aurais, à l'instar de Foucault, aucun courage pour y aller. C'est la soif de découverte, l'envie d'apprendre et d'être surprise qui me fait avancer. 

Ce qui m'intéresse c'est le moment présent. Hier n'existe plus, demain n'arrivera jamais. Je veux vivre pleinement aujourd'hui.

Peace, Love & Philosophy

Today I Learned I'm a bum

Internet conversation.

" TIL (Today I learned) that a tramp is someone who only works when forced to, a bum does not work at all, and a hobo is a travelling worker. "

" Doesn't that mean that almost everyone is a tramp? "

I guess it might in a way..

A lot of people convince themselves that they are forced to work when they actually choose to (I admit not living in a country where catching a cold bankrupts you makes it easier to realize this).  

A few months back, and not for the first time, I quit everything and changed my whole life. I left one life for a new one like you would get naked to put new clothes on. In this particular new life I chose to become a bum. I'll switch to hobo if I need or want to at somepoint but I'll never be a tramp because I'll never be forced to work, I'll choose to. It will be my decision and no one else's.

The only choice I make, that I make over and over again in different ways, is to be and stay free.

When I graduated I was free to work or not, I chose to work. 

I was free to work anywhere and dreamed of living in south pacific so I found a job there and left my europan student life for a polynesian working life. Nobody forced me to work. I wanted to be free and earning my own money made me feel free. At some point my idea of freedom changed, working had become too repetitive, too static, my idea of freedom had become movement, so I moved. I travelled with the money I had put aside in my previous life (each life should be lived fully for what it is but also be a springboard for the next one) and progressively, with the money getting low, my idea of freedom changed again. I needed the freedom of being able to buy anything I wanted, and mosty I wanted a kitchen and a bathroom to call my own. I ended up back in Europe with a steady job, a car an an apartment. France didn' work out for me. My idea of freedom changed quickly back to living under the sun on a south pacific island so once again I moved my whole life back there (or rather left my whole life behind and started again from scratch. I was on an island had a job, a house, the sun and the ocean, felt pretty damn happy with that combo until my idea of freedom shifted once more. I kept the island, changed location & job and switched my house for a boat. Freedom at last! .. For a while. Work doesn't rhyme with freedom anymore, at least not this one. Well, let's train an get certified in something that feels more right! The boat doesn't make me feel as free as it did in the beginning.. Let's sell it, let's sell everything and travel again, let's be free for real.

This time, 5 months ago, I left everything but for nothing in particular. I have nothing so everything is mine.

I am free again, always.

I have nothing: no house, no vehicle, no income, no debt,.. and all I need fits in a 10kg backpack.
I have nothing but time.
I am always giving what I can so I am always receiving what I need. 
I might not have a house but I find a home everywhere I go...

I figured out a way of life that suits me and works out right now but I know that tomorrow it might stop working out or it might stop suiting me (I might suddenly want to do something for which I need more money, I might want to stop moving around and settle,...) but when things change I'll accept and adapt to them so the changes will be done willingly and not forcefully. I can't be forced to do anything, everything I do is my deliberate choice. The world is, I choose how to react and adapt to it.

I try to live by :
Accept what you can't change, 
Change what you can't accept.

So I look into myself and try to find :
The Serenity to accept the things I can't change,
The Courage to change the things I can,
And the Wisdom to know the difference.

Life is nothing but time and choices.
Living freely is taking the time to make choices.

Be conscious of your choices
And responsible for your actions.

Accept or Adapt, but embrace Freedom and Live.