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Be yourself, be authentic

Words of wisdom by this wonderful lady Brene Brown. She couldn’t find a definition for authenticity, so she just made one up

au·then·tic·i·ty /ˌôTHenˈtisədē/

Authenticity is a choice and needs practise.

Authenticity is the daily practise of letting go of who we think we’re supposed to be and embracing who we actually are.

Choosing authenticity means cultivating the courage to be imperfect, to set boundaries and to allow ourselves to be vulnerable, expressing compassion that comes from knowing that we’re all made of strength and struggle and nurturing the connection and sense of belonging that can only happen when we believe we’re enough.

Authenticity demands whole-hearted living and loving even when it’s hard.

Even when we’re wrestling with the shame and fear of not being good enough and especially when the joy is so intense that we’re afraid to let ourselves feel it.

Mindfully practising authenticity during our soul-searching struggles is how we invite grace, joy and gratitude into our lives.

This was an extract out of an audiobook that I highly recommend to anyone, called “The power of vulnerability”, Brene Brown

It’s one of the best and funniest audiobooks I’ve listened to!

Fishermen’s wisdom

 

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“Warte, ich muss mich korrigieren” , fuhr der gerade erfolgreich gewesene Fischer fort. “Der Mensch braucht nicht nur viel frische Luft und leckeres Essen, sondern er muss auch jeden Tag mindestens einmal richtig lachen.”

Wie recht der Mann doch hatte, dachte sich der kleine Buddha. Obwohl es so einfach war und so gut tat, wurde viel zu wenig gelacht auf der Welt.

Einer von den anderen Fischern meldete sich nun zu Wort. “Ich denke, um glücklich alt zu werden, muss man in Bewegung bleiben. Mit dem Körper, mit dem Geiste und auch mit dem Herzen. Wie ein Fluss, der nie aufhört zu fließen. Nimm uns als Beispiel. Wir können nicht mehr wie früher den ganzen Tag auf hoher See verbringen. Dazu fehlt uns die Kraft. Unsere Kinder und Enkelkinder kümmern sich um uns, wir müssen also nicht mehr arbeiten.

Aber das heißt nicht, dass wir aufhören wollen, zu fischen. Schließlich haben wir unsere Arbeit über die Jahre lieben gelernt, warum sollten wir sie ganz aufgeben? Also treffen wir uns hier jeden Tag. Durch den täglichen Spaziergang zum Meer halten wir unsere Körper in Bewegung, die Gespräche und die regelmäßige Beschäftigung halten unseren Geist aktiv, und das Zusammensein mit Freunden bewegt unser Herz.”

“Das stimmt”, sagte der Fischer, der direkt neben dem kleinen Buddha stand, “aber es kommt noch etwas hinzu: Das Wichtigste ist, dass du deine Neugierde behälst und nie aufhörst, zu lernen. Denn solange du neugierig bleibst, wirst du auch immer wieder Dinge im Leben entdecken, die dich glücklich machen. Du reist zum Beispiel, und somit erlebst du jeden Tag etwas Neues, jeden Tag lernst du etwas über das Leben. Und auch wir lernen täglich etwas dazu, denn das Meer ist ein Lehrer mit unendlichem Wissen. Wenn du geduldig und aufmerksam bist, dann teilt es seine ganze Weisheit mit dir.”

– Aus dem Buch Der kleine Buddha

 

About traveling and loneliness – a trigger to reflect what we’re doing

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This is an excerpt out of the book ‘Shantaram’ by David Gregory Roberts.

This dialogue is between two Indian people, Prabaker from Bombay and a bus driver, on the way to a village in India. They are talking about Prabakers friend from New Zealand, who is accompanying him and living in Bombay for a while. It’s written in the first-perspective of the New Zealander

“‘Gora kaun hain?’ the [bus] driver asked, when we climbed aboard the step. Who’s the white guy?

Maza mitra ahey,’ Prabaker answered with contrived nonchalance, trying in vain to disguise his pride. He’s my friend.

The exchange was in Marathi, the language of Maharashtra State, which has Bombay as its capital. I didn’t understand much of it then, but the same questions and answers were repeated so often during those village months that I learned most of the phrases, with some variations, by heart.

‘What’s he doing here?’

‘He’s visiting my family.’

‘Where’s he from?’

‘New Zealand,’ Prabaker replied.

‘New Zealand?’

‘Yes. New Zealand. In Europe.’

‘Plenty of money in New Zealand?’

‘Yes, yes. Plenty. They’re all rich, white people there.’

‘Does he speak Marathi?’

‘No.’

‘Hindi?’

‘No. Only English.’

‘Only English?’

‘Yes.’

‘Why?’

‘They don’t speak Hindi in his country.’

‘They don’t speak Hindi there?’

‘No.’

‘No Marathi? No Hindi?’

‘No. Only English.’

‘Holy Father! The poor fool.’

‘Yes.’

‘How old is he?’

‘Thirty.’

‘He looks older.’

‘They all do. All the Europeans look older and angrier than they really are. It’s a white thing.’

‘Is he married?’

‘No.’

‘Not married? Thirty, and not married? What’s wrong with him?’

‘He’s European. A lot of them get married only when they’re old.’

‘That’s crazy.’

‘Yes.’

‘What job does he do?’

‘He’s a teacher.’

‘A teacher is good.’

‘Yes.’

‘Does he have a mother and a father?’

‘Yes.’

‘Where are they?’

‘In his native place. New Zealand.’

‘Why isn’t he with them?’

‘He’s travelling. He’s looking at the whole world.’

‘Why?’

‘Europeans do that. They work for a while, and then they travel around, lonely, for a while, with no family, until they get old, and then they get married, and become very serious.’

‘That’s crazy.’

‘Yes.’

‘He must be lonely, without his mummy and his daddy, and with no wife and children.’

‘Yes. But the Europeans don’t mind. They get a lot of practice being lonely.’

‘He has a big strong body.’

‘Yes.’

‘A very strong body.’

‘Yes.’

‘Make sure you feed him properly, and give him plenty of milk.’

‘Yes.’

‘Buffalo milk.’

‘Yes, yes.’

‘And make sure he doesn’t learn any bad words. Don’t teach him any swearing. There are plenty of arseholes and bastards around who will teach him the wrong sisterfucking words. Keep him away from mother-fuckers like that.’

‘I will.’

‘And don’t let anyone take advantage of him. He doesn’t look too bright. Keep an eye on him.’

‘He’s brighter than he looks, but yes, I will look after him.’

It troubled none of the other passengers on the bus that the conversation of several minutes had taken place before we could board the bus and move off. The driver and Prabaker had made sure to speak at a volume adequate to the task of including everyone in the bus. “

At the end it’s all about the Point of view