Saturday, November 19, 2016

For the love of consequences

     Какое страшное слово - consequences, unpleasant, to say the least. А по-русски обычное слово - последствия, и ничего, переживём. But shouldn't consequences be loved? It is, after all, the force that brings change, opens up eyes and doors, and minds; it's something that makes you think, understand. And let me tell you, most of the time people (read "I") only notice what is called to be "bad" consequences, hence the negative vibe, no? And no one (read "I") wants to accept that they've brought it onto themselves. I fight myself all the time - "I didn't do this, not my fault". But it is! And it's magnificent! Look around now - the dust is lifting, the air is moving, things are becoming alive! Life is in motion. Look up the old fart who was sadly bedridden because of arthritis, and then started dancing. Google will tell you. Meanwhile, I'll tell you a story that might not have anything to do with anything, but then it does. It's like a loop, if you will. Or won't. I was sitting there one day with my best friend, drinking tea. She'd been a vegan for a while at that time, and I had just started to give up certain foods out of curiosity. And so she tells me, "After sometime of not eating meat, you realize the absurdity of eating meat, it just doesn't make any sense." I didn't say anything but I thought to myself, "what a load - I'm vegetarian now, and I don't think as you think!" Then I forgot all about it. Today, as a vegan, I understand what she was saying. But you must come outside of the thoughts, of the bubble, of what you're used to, outside of patterns, outside - because you can't see a different point from the inside. Unless you experience it, live it, you can't talk about it. Honestly, do something first, love the consequences (because it's not all that scary), and the world will only keep opening up to you. I think that's pretty cool.

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