Log 37 of daily life meaning

First of all, hello again. It’s been a while 🙂

Second, I decided to change the title of my posts from “searching for the meaning of life” –  to a simpler form –  which nowadays is more in line with the fact that with all that search, there seems to not be a specific purpose, end goal for it (life), other than actually living in the present moment of every day.

This revelation, thought, name it as you will, sunk more into my mind this Friday 19 Oct, while reading some materials on the subject.

I need to say that this released quite a bit of tension about how things are “supposed to be”. When I decided that there is no specific purpose that I could find through intensuve search, other than living each day in the present moment, things relaxed a bit. No more need to control everything to get to a specific outcome.  No more living only with the future in mind.

When I took all that away, the only thing that remained was to enjoy every day as much as possible, because there is no expectation. Like a movie in which I am actor.

This does not mean I don’t plan for the future anymore. I do. I think about what I want, I put it down like I did with the Start Page on this blog, then I stop obsessing about it. I like to review them regularly, one or twice every two weeks to evaluate progress, I don’t try anymore to control how I get there. The focus goes to living on my own accord. Indulging myself in smaller or bigger pleasures.

This also brought me to the realization that I can’t plan or manage my personal life in the same manner I manage my teams.

Last weeks have been quite a busy time, with 2 more new people in my team, training, and an ISO 9001 audit. There has been a lot of thinking on my side but none of it actually made it in writing to this space. But more insights about this on the morrow.

Take care and thanks for reading my journal

Log 34 of the search for life meaning quest

Today was again a food revelation kind of day.

This morning when we were going to the parking lot to drive to kindergarten and work, we passed by the car that picks up the garbage from the complex. And the smell….well, it was like always, sinister.

Which got me thinking again, after yesterday’s reflections over what we do with our health in the big picture. Let me explain.

I got to think that all that smelly stuff went to a landfill where it pollutes the soil, the water system within the ground, which then affects the food we eat.

I got to thinking even further about food and garbage: why do our bodies smell like they do and why we need to use a deodorant full of toxic stuff every day to not smell in public like the aforementioned car that takes the garbage? Or why our mouths smell equally bad in the morning and we need to “refresh” to make it go away?

I know we’ve been doing this since forever I can remember and this is how things are done. But, I can’t help myself to ask why. More to the point, why does it have to be like this.

If my body smells like that on the inside, it means that what’s inside my body is not Ok. Putting perfumed stuff to make it smell pretty sound quite a lot like the stories of the French a few hundreds of years ago, covering lack of bath with nice smelling stuff.

So, as food becomes a part of us,  and this happens in the most physical sense there is, this leads me to thinking next about what I do want to be made of? And I admit, I’ve never seriously thought about this perspective before. Without switching to some other thought after a few seconds when it becomes uncomfortable to consider it anymore. Do I want to be made of animals raised in awful conditions with hormones, of plants full of pesticide, of chemical aromas and plastic? The answer is obvious. However… as easy it is to say “of course not”, the decision to break free of the cycle poses challenges.

Mostly because a lot of times I don’t know what to do to change things. What is actually good? On top of that, the comfortable and the known are hard to be changed. Not to mention easily accessible.

But looking at how I want my life to be, I must admit that I can’t ignore much longer that what I’m currently doing for my health does not serve me to get the kind of quality of life I want to maintain in my later years.

Awareness is the first step they say. Because after you consciously accept something, you can’t go back to thinking in the same way as before.

Next is research and action. On which I will come back with my findings.

On travel: Next week I’m going to Tunisia with work. This is going to be a new adventure as I’ve never visited this part before.

Log 33 of the search for life meaning quest

Article that I should have posted yesterday after Levi fell asleep, but got so sleepy myself that I decided to hit the pillow:

Yesterday (Saturday) I’ve been at a friend’s birthday and had one too many glasses of wine and ate more than I regularly do.

I had a lot of fun then, but in a predictable manner, by body was not really feeling particularly friendly the next morning.

So I got (again) to ask myself: why does one do things that they consciously know are not good for them, when there will be consequences, and they do it anyway? It’s a good reflection to have.

I decided a long time ago that I want to be able to care for myself all my life and that the last part of my life is not going to be a painful zone full of regrets.

I’ve seen enough people that ask me what else there is to life if you don’t eat/drink what you like when I open the subject. The answer is that I don’t know the solution for another, but there should definitely be something, because this road doesn’t really go somewhere nice. I’ve observed a lot of people who don’t die from a quick death, but their health declines for years before the end comes and it’s not pretty for anyone involved.

I was discussing with Alex yesterday, before the feast, what we should do about it. And how there needs to be a way to get to the finish line but and not suffer like a dog in the process.  So this is what I came with:

  • Eat more healthy&drink the 2l/day water. What we like to eat is programmed in our brain. Since all over the globe people eat so differently, it should mean that we can program ourselves to like what makes us feel good. It’s nice in theory, but de-programming old habits and things of comfort is sometimes a herculean job. Don’t I know it 😁
  • Practice a form of exercise that promotes flexibility: like ballet, yoga, dance. I’ve seen that the old people’s body gets rigid and this affects the ability to move easily – so starting early with taking care of flexibility is a must for me. I’ve given this up after becoming a parent, due to the hectic schedule and it’s high time to put it back.
  • Take good care of the teeth – teeth are so so important in regard to our ability to enjoy food, talk and maintain the youthful aspect of the face. Not to mention that artificial teeth cost a small fortune with which I’d rather travel. So, I need to get into my head more the healthy eating part, regular visits to the dentist to be proactive with any things that might appear.
  • Take care of the mind. This is one of the most important. No life can have quality if the mind is in the sorrow pit. This means having a good coach or therapist to guide you through tough times. In our country, a therapist is still seen like something only crazy people go for, but my take on this is that one needs to go see a specialist for the mind in the same way one does their yearly medical investigations. Just because the problems of the mind are not so visible as the problems of the body, it does not mean one should handle them on their own.
  • Work until I die. I don’t know about others, but I don’t see myself retiring and waiting for the money from the government to come. I think that if a person does not have an activity, a business they love, so they are involved with the world, it’s very easy to go into loneliness and depression and the state of health declines.

So today’s post was about me needing to look at the bigger picture of life again and how I want it to unfold in the health department. I kept thinking that at some point I need to put an end to: “it’s Ok, it was just once” and remember that I’ve been saying this for way too long time. 😁