The Not-so-firm Firm Decision: The Resolution

The New Year is slowly creeping closer, and with each New Year, most people begin thinking of some resolutions. But we all know, that our resolutions rarely hold through till the next year. Trust me, I’m guilty of ending resolutions before success as well. Though it’s nice to know that people are willing to change something for the better, why do we always create resolutions, knowing we can’t commit to them?

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If we look up the definition of resolution is, we get this: “a firm decision to do or not to do something.” (as defined in Google) What’s so firm about resolutions that can sustain 365 days? Nothing. A small problem in our resolutions is that they are not precise or manageable. Abstract, general, crazy, broad… Call them whatever you want, however, resolutions are just not formed to be resolutions. Let’s take some steps back and rethink our resolutions for this year, creating something that we will be able to aim for. Let’s make our dreams and goals come true.

1. We probably already have our goal(s) for this year, that dream that must come true this year. So, this first step is already done. Ex. Be more aware of and help the world.

2. Figure out what mini goals must be completed in order for you to aim towards that main goal/dream. Make them easy to complete, something that can be managed on a day-to-day basis. More creative goals are also allowed. Ex. Watch the news, travel to new cultures, help the environment, open up to new ideas.

3. Next, boil down those mini goals to the bare necessity. And be extremely precise and scrupulous. If not, then it will be hard to decide whether or not that goal is completed. Ex. Watch the news every day, recycle, volunteer at the local nature preserve, learn about _______ culture, try cooking _______ cuisine at home.

4. Act and work toward your goals. Keep track of your progress and think positively about your resolution. This journey is for you, so work hard and celebrate each success. It’s a New Year, a new leaf. Nice time to change a few things up, right?

What are your resolutions for 2015?

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Popular Culture, Popular Influence

Lately, I’ve noticed a trend in American pop music: loving you for who you are. Well, actually it’s more motivation for heavier women to love themselves. Typically, these songs put down slim women, saying that you need to have a butt and a little extra to be attractive. However, there is an exception: Meghan Trainor’s All About That Bass.

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The song does emphasize the fact that weight does not matter. Of course, Meghan sings that “Boys like a little more booty to hold at night.” However, she constantly mentions that even if you’re skinny, you’re still beautiful, because “Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top.”

Knowing how much popular culture influences society today, artists have started sharing the message of loving our body. For many women and girls, society has pounded them with pictures, ads, and “suggestions” on how they have to look: skinny, very skinny. Because of that, women have a hard time loving their body and feeling good in their own skin. Of course being skinny or overweight isn’t bad. Just because you’re skinnier doesn’t mean you’re unhealthy and same goes with people who are a bit heavier. Instead of worrying about where you fit on the scale of weight, go ahead and describe yourself in a different way: beautiful.

Who cares how much you weight? Every one of us is beautiful, charming, unique. We should emphasize those traits. So, I want to (in a sense) thank popular music for sending out the message that we should love our bodies, because we’re beautiful as we are. Maybe the putting down of skinnier women could be cut out, don’t you think?

Inspiration:

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5 Daily Tasks for Everyone

1. Smile and/or laugh – Automatically boost up your mood with a smile, or even better, laughing. Your day will be brighter, I promise you. And don’t forget that smiling and laughing is contagious, so others will also smile and laugh with you. If nothing around you is enough to make you smile, look for it. Even force it if you have to. But never go a day without smiling, because there are no cons of smiling, only positive benefits. So smile. 🙂

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2. Hug someone – Whether it be friend, family, loved one, maybe even enemy… hug someone. Hugging increases oxytocin levels and even serotonin levels (if hugging for an extended time). Hugging is a self-esteem booster and builds trust and security. Feel that you’re not alone. The longer the hug, the better.

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3. Take a walk – Many people these days spend their time cooped up inside. They go from home, to car, to office, to car, and back to home. Nonetheless, we’re still living creatures and we need fresh air. Taking a walk, at least half an hour, will clear our senses, freshen our mind, and relieve us of our stress. Better yet, a walk surrounded by nature is even more beneficial, providing freedom from our hi-tech, industrial reality, and even providing inspiration. Everyone needs time to relax.

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4. Help someone out – Give back to the world, and help out. Before we expect anyone to do something for us, let’s do something for them. A selfless act will make that person feel good, and in turn you, yes you, will feel good for doing something without a reward. It’s simple, doesn’t require much effort, and rewards you well.

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5. Live your dreams – Let’s face it, we have one life to live. So let’s live it the way we want to. Find your goals, your dreams, and reach for them. Don’t let anyone or anything get in the way, because they aren’t the ones living your life… you are. Every day, remember what you’re striving for, even if those dreams are little daily ones. Life doesn’t have to be boring, it doesn’t have to be based on what others believe. Every day is special, so appreciate life and live your dreams.

What things do you do everyday?

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Home Along the Border

Nowa Amerika… New America… a country that resides along the border of two others, Poland and Germany… is this real?

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An interesting concept I learned about during my time in Słubfurt, Nowa Amerika’s capital, is a new concept of reality. What’s reality? We all know we live in reality, its our life, our real world, real time, etc. This new concept however, takes it to a new level: reality is an individual’s life, world, time, etc. Everyone has a different reality and each perceives the world differently through this individualized reality. The idea and creation of Nowa Amerika blossomed as a group of people joined realities and created this new land. In this sense it became a reality for those who believed in it, and remained a dream for those who didn’t.

So, is it truly possible to form a new country as a way to dissolve the border of two other countries?

Nowa Amerika has its own currency, its own congress, it even has its own street names for its capital. This secret reality slowly develops to become a full fledged country, and yet the masses don’t know of it. Many people don’t know that they reside within the supposed borders of this country. Nowa Amerika hasn’t become their reality yet.

But, it’s become mine. I’ve been submerged in this reality. I lived in Słubfurt for a week, and the new perspective truly did change how I see two separate cities, Słubice and Frankfurt. Słubfurt blends them together, just as Nowa Amerika blends Germany and Poland. Borders disappear, and in exchange a new country was formed. However, only for the few who see it in their reality.

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#speakchimera: Of Failure, Rebirth and Change

A while back, I thought up a “movement” as a way to get people to share their ideas to the world. Well, that didn’t work. However, I took my mistake and decided to change up #speakchimera a little bit.

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My new idea for #speakchimera is a growing work of art. Using social media, I will continue to post my ideas (however many I have) with this hashtag and the same format as with my first attempt. I don’t want to throw this “movement” away, covering it up as if nothing happened. If there was one thing I learned, it was to learn from mistakes. Mistakes exist so we can find our way down the proper path. No one should give up after a failure, instead everyone who does trip up should stand up, dust off and keep on going.

My idea #speakchimera seemed to be an amazing idea in my head, where I imagined the movement spreading and growing. It seemed perfect. Of course, perfection can’t exist in reality (I explained why I believe perfection doesn’t exist in a previous post), so it’s obvious that my idea would be harder to come to realization.

Even though, I spread the word, no one seemed to be interested enough to participate. I gave it some time. But my mistake didn’t fix itself. Seeing as I was and am the only one truly interested, I decided to keep it for myself. #speakchimera is now a project, a work of art, that will grow and develop as I add on to it. Even if this doesn’t catch anyone’s eye, I am doing this for myself, and that’s how it should be. This is #speakchimera’s rebirth.

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Black and White – A Story

***Warning: This is a work of fiction!***

I woke up, my head spinning. Where was I? Rubbing my tired eyes, I stood up. My relatively good orientation skills were useless, as I seemed to have woken up at the end of a dark tunnel. I could only move forward. I shuffled on forward, not sure whether I’d get anywhere, or if I’d die from starvation or insanity, whichever came first.

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After what seemed to be eternity, I saw a glimmer of light. Nah, I was probably hallucinating… I knew I’d lose my mind soon. But I kept walking, and the light kept growing. Finally reaching the light, I stepped out of the hall, covering my eyes from the bright light. I stood on the edge of a dull gray cliff. Above me, I saw the pink tinted sky, a tie dye blast of clouds swirled among the rosy colors. I gaped up at the rainbow sky, forgetting the horrid corridor I walked through. From the corner of my eye, I noticed something dark, something that stood out from the eye candy above. I dropped my gaze down to a contrasting landscape. Underneath the rocky cliff, lay a civilization, one half completely white, the other: completely black. Skyscrapers, houses, fountains, shops, etc. A normal civilization buzzed about in its daily life, on both the white and black side. A warm smile spread as I realized I was saved. No more solitude, no more darkness… I rushed around the cliff and found a little path down to the black and white city.

Running down the side of the cliff, my freedom came ever so closer. I skidded down the little bit that remained of the path, and found not the city, but a barren land divided in half, black and white. My eyes began tearing up. My freedom disappeared, just like that. Gazing longingly at the flat horizon, something flickered past my view. I took a few steps forward, my hand outstretched. I felt a soft gel like surface. A barrier? I pushed against the strange wall, until it finally gave way. I stumbled through the wall and fell on my face. I stood up and a gasp escaped. My black and white city loomed in front of me. My freedom… arrived.

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Powerful Music

How many times have we seen ourselves listening to music that reflected our emotions? Our situation? Our thoughts? We use music as therapy, as a way to improve our self-esteem, as a way to motivate and inspire.

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I love listening to music. Whether it be Classical, EDM, K-pop, Instrumental, New Age, Alternative, etc. music is music. Depending on my mood, I change up what genre I listen to. What I listen to even depends on the time of year.

During the summer, I love listening to Nightcore, Vocaloid, K-pop, and anything that has an upbeat, happy mood. Music helps me free myself, I feel extremely happy, confident… It’s summer, why not take in that warm feeling? Fall and winter have a mellower tone. I listen to a lot of Classical, New Age, even occasional Jazz-influenced. Slower, more serious music fits the cold scene outside. And then Spring comes along. Alternative and Indie music sifts through and as new life wakes up. My happier, more lively music comes in.

But of course, if I’m in a need of a confidence boost, Rap and K-pop are my to-go. There’s something about it, I feel like I’m capable of (not literally) conquering the world. And listening to EDM and specific songs is like a natural high. My mood improves and suddenly the world seems so much more happy.

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Music is one of the few things that have such power when it comes to manipulating us. Our sense of hearing is subtler than our sense of seeing for example. You can see every detail of visuals, almost nothing can hide from us. But you can paint a picture with sounds, hide powerful messages among an assortment of catchy beats… we can’t see music, yet it travels across far distances and slyly reaches us. It’s hard to block out sounds, you can’t close your ears like you can your eyes. Sounds and music will still reach you, no matter what. That’s why I believe music is so powerful.

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Of Doll and Girl – A Story

***WARNING: This is a work of fiction.***

My mother entered with something behind her back. I smiled wide as she revealed my birthday present: a life-size doll. I played all day with that doll, she became my closest friend, and I love her very much…

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My doll sat across from me as I poured imaginary tea into our cups. As I began filling up her tea cup, my finger stiffened, followed by the rest of my fingers. I lost my sense of feeling in my hand and slowly up my arm. My breath quickened and my heart beat faster. I gasped as I watched my doll’s arm twitch and slowly rise up. The numb feeling spread to my chest and other arm. Whatever stopped moving on my body, began moving on her body. I remained on the ground, paralyzed and afraid. My lips trembled as her limbs trembled and moved.

“MAMA-!” Just as I let out a scream, my lips paralyzed and my entire body remained still, like a body of a doll. My eyes looked upon the doll, who now stretched out and yawned. She noticed me and waved. I wanted to run, I wanted to hide, I wanted to move.

“What is it, honey?” My mom popped her head in the door. Instantaneously, my doll fell back into her lifeless state, and my body could move again. I rushed to my mom and hugged her tightly.

“The doll… the doll… i-it came to life…! I couldn’t move… I-I was scared…” I whispered. Instead of hearing my mom’s supportive words, I heard her bubbling laughter.

“Oh, darling, don’t make up such stories! After all, since when do dolls come to life?” She patted my head and walked out.

The moment my mother walked out, my paralysis returned, and my body was immobilized once more. I strained to move my eyes, and saw the doll rise up, dust off her dress, and look at me.

My vision blacked out just as I saw her smile and giggle:

“Thank you for your life.”

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Open Your Eyes – A Story

***Warning: This is a work of fiction!***

I check my messages and notifications: 10 new messages, 24 new notifications. Without further thought, I tap my finger and scroll through. Bright pictures of what my friends ate for breakfast flash before my eyes. Short messages of my colleagues’ moods pop up. Quick blurbs of world news speed by. I schedule in my meetings, and check up on my stress levels. Still moderate, I’m good for now. I travel through the maze of streets with my eyes on my tablet, checking and rechecking every detail in my life. I gracefully move around a biker, who’s eyes are also glued onto his screen, and hop on the bus. Scanning my ticket, I sit down on the nearest open seat. Finally, I can focus on the pictures, mostly selfies, from my sister’s latest vacation.

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I check the time. I only have three more bus stops before I would reach work. At least, that’s what my notifications tells me. As I read through a few funny posts on my social media, I feel something on my arm. I swat it away with my other hand, eyes still on my screen. That something taps me again. I swat once more. After a few times of  swatting, my temper shoots up and I look over. Sitting beside me was a little boy staring at me with his wide crystal blue eyes.

“What.” I bark, I glance at my tablet, seeing my stress levels reach high. The boy continues to stare, until he finally says, just above a whisper:

“Open your eyes.”

“What?” I watch him squirm in his seat.

“Open your eyes. You’re not living in reality anymore.” Just as he says that, we reach my second to last bus stop, and he hops off the seat and exits. I stare at the doors until the bus stops at my work. Still dazed about what he said, I walk off the bus, leaving my tablet and the internet world behind. I finally opened my eyes.

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Perfection: False Hope

Perfection’s dictionary definition is: absolute or complete, beyond practical or theoretical improvement. Before I go any further, I’ll just state my view. I do not believe in perfection. Perfection to me is impossible.

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For something or someone or someplace to be considered perfect, it must be considered perfect by everyone, and I mean everyone. And yet, there will always be that one person who says otherwise, who will point out the flaw. Why is utopia, the perfect land, impossible? Because is it even possible to have one government united and in perfect balance? I haven’t exactly heard of one. There will always be conflicts, always be flaws, because as humans we are meant to be diverse, to have different opinions, different views.

Of course, the world could be perfect in one’s eyes. If we took an example of a utopia, or something perfect, maybe someone would agree saying that was perfect. Perfection is in the eye’s of the beholder. It does not exist in reality, rather in our minds.

So as a whole, society will never become a perfect society. Though it strives towards it, perfection is a never ending goal. There is always room for change, for improvement. Though it might be false hope, perfection in a way is still important. Even though I don’t believe it exists, I still strive for “perfection” as a way of motivation to progress. The idea of reaching the ultimate goal pushes many of us to improve and to move forward. Without that push, the world would deteriorate and nothing would be fixed and improved. Let’s just keep in mind that this ultimate goal is more or less beyond our reach.

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