“the ture opposite of depression is neither gaiety nor absence of pain, but vitality- the freedom to experience spontaneous feelings. It is part of the kaleidoscope of life that these feelings are not only happy, beautiful, or good but can reflect the entire range of human experience, including envy, jealousy, rage, disgust, greed, despair, and grief. “
“Barbara experienced in therapy for the first time the agonizing fear and rage she had had to repress when she was ten years old and came home from school on her mother’s birthday to find her lying on the floor with closed eyes. The child cried out, thinking her mother was dead. The mother then opened her eyes and said, delighted, “You gave me the most prescious birthday gift. Now I know that you love me, that somebody loves me.” For decades pity and compassion hindered Barbara from realizing the cruelty.”
- Alice Miller, The Drama of the Gifted Child.
Everybody asks why I started at the end and worked back to the beginning, the reason is simple, I couldn’t understand the beginning until I had reached the end.
Lucky I am in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home … someday
Stumbling on Happiness by Daniel Gilbert
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
The book is entertaining. I finished it in seven days which is something I never predicted. It is a bundle of experiments/ researches/ science surrounding the central theme that our imagination is not to be trusted, especially as a predictor for our future experience. It then ended with a simple solution- to surrogate.
I personally prefer to see it as a collection of mini insights rather than one big strong idea (because frankly, it is not..) .
some part of me feels a dip towards the end. the whole book was written so eloquently that it built up too much anticipation. In the flourish of self help books we are too used to the author offering a solution.. so the conclusion Gilbert gives seemed, at one point, a drop in the thrill. But I know this is not what matters. In my definition of what a good book is, this is a good book.
this morning I picked crazy intensive Ashtanga Yoga for home practice
only in constant movement could I quiet my crazy mind
was forced to be connected
not just knee to elbow
but also heart to ego.
Don’t forget to cry
Don’t forget to fly.
“ i started going to the library, devouring every book i could get my hands on, once i began one i couldn’t put it down. reading was like an addiction. i read while i ate, on the train, in bed until late at night, in school, where i kept a book hidden so i could read during class….i felt happy being me and no-one else. in that sense i could be called a stuck up loner”
south of the border, west of the sun – haruki murakami
I got in to grad school!!!!!!
just figured it out !!!
OMG Imimi!!! I got in I got in!! … That’s one of the most awesome moments in my life
DDD
I woke up to receiving two big news. Congrat Eunjung and Yuedda =D
i believe that the beauty of being a graduate student is to be able to be a part of the science as it develops.
In Undergrad we consume knowledge.
In Grad School we CREATE knowledge.
I am possitively excited about our graduate studies
**grin**
gosh. how obvious was my enneagram type.
today i went to my TCM doctor.
(who is very good and alongside TCM holds a degree in biochemistry)
i told her I broke into hysteria and cried in office toilet for 15 minutes
when the restaurant people got my order wrong
she said ” maybe you should look into enneagram”
me “(pause) i am a buff”
” oh, you are not one of those… fours aren’t you?”
obviously i am.
i am THE STUDENT my teacher points to when he demonstrates to beginners: “want to see what a four is like? just look at pui- yin”
my doctor went
” gosh i am always scared of you fours. see, I am an eight. I think I will never understand what is going on in your head. I sort of become more accepting since I started learning enneagram, but nope.. i will never really understand you. I am like the chariot and you are like the delicate flower…”
funny incident.
I do not have much eights in my life (usually they do not get along)
Kitty cannot stop feeling annoyed by my histrionic sentiments
but Janice loves my quixotic vibes and watch me like a living drama.
oww i miss Janice.
