Valentine VS The World

When I come to think of Valentine this year, the first thing that came to my mind; would you rather spend another day reading about the World’s terrors and horrors? Or would you rather celebrate one day with love?

 

relevant

 

My views have changed dramatically through out the years on this day. Yes, I’m one of those who think it’s cheesy and silly. But there is no doubt I love seeing red hearts, red roses and teddy bears; rather than seeing blood, wounded people and poverty for one day.

While the social media is swapped with posts attacking this day, giving reminders of people’s sufferings in the rest of the world. I would like to say the following:

YES, we are aware of what’s going on. It’s horrible! Our world is becoming more destructive than ever. The more we go forward with technology, social media, and the more Kanya West raps about having sex with Taylor swift. The more we need such a day.

To at least remind us there are some goodness out there. People giving each other flowers and cards, rather than to think who will give you Zika virus, and whether its contagious or not.

I don’t necessarily celebrate Valentines Day. But I find it strange some people attack those who do. According to a growing amount of research, chocolate red wine, and love can play a role in keeping the blood flowing throughout the body. Which eventually leads to a good heart health.

Plus, who minds a chocolate box? Or any kind of expression of love? As long as you make the other person smile, whether it’s a partner, sibling, a child or a parent.

I think it’s nice that we have such a day to escape our reality for one day.

 

Why is it always difficult to be encouraged when you see the success of others?

Waking up in the morning usually feels like it’s a fresh new start with a brand new opportunities, music in my head and I can’t wait to put my coffee down, open my laptop and start writing what my imaginary world allows me. Except that all these feelings of excitement, and the amounts of ideas are faded away when I open my social media.

I’m not a saint myself, in front of these wireless-talking minds, and typing fingers, my posts and tweets reflects a confident happy person with a hopeful future. But beneath all these layers there is a shaky self-confident person which day can be easily ruined by simple post like;

My book got this great review on this link,

Or

Check out my Interview on this link.

And of course they are looking great, and ready to walk down the red carpet while I’m still in my Pajamas, drinking my coffee, and trying to concentrate and come out with a good two sentences of thinking clearly; without any interruptions from my kid or my phone.

As everyday passes it assures me that once again, I have fallen deeply in to the comparison and envy trap.

Seeing other people success on social media makes me feel that my words doesn’t count any more, my ideas are nothing but a rewind version of what has been said before, and the efforts of trying to “write the perfect novel” is completely shut down.

The other day I was reading an article with the same subject, and someone commented; “You are comparing ALL of your life, to the cherry picked highlights of theirs.”

We all know it is true. The only difference with Twitter, and Facebook is that, it highlights envy and comparison more than ever. While in reality envy is everywhere we look. It is the dark side of humanity.

I realized in order to get rid of the comparison trap, I have to spend less time on social media, and become less involved in other people’s lives. Relax, write and be an original.

envy4-2

Chapter One: The Womb

Have you ever watched a movie with your eyes closed? Have you ever been in the sunlight for too long and then once you go indoors, all you see is a sudden darkness? Have you been dizzy while seeing a ton of color, like you’re seeing a fuzzy TV? Have you ever heard birth from a baby’s perspective? You might have seen colors, much as when you put a bright light close to your eyes when your eyes are closed. You see colors on the inside of your eyelids … but have you seen the colors on the inside of your mom’s belly?

“Can bright light penetrate the mother’s belly? Or do we open our eyes at all in the womb? Is the first time we open our eyes when we are born? Is that why we start crying? Or is it because we can’t breathe? Or are we thinking as adults already? Have you ever been around a dinner table with friends when each started sharing his or her birth experiences? And last but not least, do we choose our parents? How do our parents influence us?”

Mrs. Suzan is interrupted by the laughter of the class.

“Please stay quiet as you fill in the questionnaires. We are not in school, and you are not forced to be here. This is a counseling therapy session, ladies and gentlemen. All of us have problems, and we are here to share them, talk about them, and learn from each other. Remember! We all have the same problem: we believe things people don’t understand, and we are being laughed at out there.” She points out to the window.

“But here, we respect each other; we express our problems, feelings, and ideas. We have all been through this, and many of you are going in the same direction of healing. Now let’s pay our respects to Isaac and focus on the questions he asked us to answer. Today we are all therapeutic helpers. Now, you have ten minutes till we start the session.”

Quiet fills the room again. They all concentrate on the papers in front of them. Mrs. Suzan walks slowly around the classroom, checking on each one of them. There are seven, four of whom are new patients. They are all sitting in a half circle, with Suzan in the center.

Before each session, Suzan makes sure to fill her classroom with love. She lights it up with candles, all with a jasmine scent to help her class to stay calm, and she puts a big pot of fresh green apples on the side and sweet hot chocolate in a pitcher. Suzan is in her late forties. She walks with a confident, straight back; she is an easygoing woman, though very serious about her job as a social worker with a specialty in group psychotherapy. She has helped a lot of people throughout her sessions. In fact, lots of her former patients still enroll in her class to help the new ones or sometimes just to talk about their life updates and try to stay as sane as possible.
—–

Interested in learning more about my book? Please leave me a comment below, or connect with me on Facebook and Twitter.