Spirit of the River

When I look back at some of the articles I have written for this blog, I am wondering why I do have all of those ideas, why I can give people good advice on how to become better people, how to treat themselves, how to be themselves, etc, but then not follow my own advice. And I am sure that I am not the only person who - in theory - knows a lot about life, about how to be happy, about how to act so that you can achieve your dreams in life. But why is it so much easier to help other people? Or to turn the question around: Why is it so much harder to listen to my own advice, i.e. not chase other people and respect yourself enough to not let others treat you like an idiot? Or make time for the things that are truly important to you? Does it ever happen to you that you have good answers to other people's problems, and can even help them very well, but then you look at your own life and wonder why you can't do the same for yourself? 

Sometimes things happen in your life, and you wonder whether they are mere coincidences or whether there is more meaning to what happened. After all, many things happen during a day, during a week, etc. Every single hour usually has something else happening in your life - and to some events you never give much importance or thought. But some things happen at certain times, and you ask yourself: "Is this supposed to tell me something?" As I only have very few regular readers on this blog, hardly anyone will have noticed that there has been quite a long gap between a very active time and my latest posts. One fact about me is that it is never a good sign when I stop writing at all. Even if I write something negative, as long as I write, I haven't yet given up on things. The last few weeks were not easy for a variety of reasons, and in the last week especially, things did not look well. However, just that someone took the time to read some of my rather old posts and even ...

After I decided to continue using this blog instead of my WordPress blog, I had a look at my old posts, and decided to write a follow-up article to one of my most popular posts: about being like Xena. I am not sure whether it is the images or the actual text that attracted visitors, but no matter what the reason is, it has turned into one of the most visited posts on this blog. When I wrote the older post, I was still living in New Zealand, and in a way, I was stuck in a rut. Only now that I am looking back at what I was doing (virtually just being stuck in a daily routine), do I realize that I wasn't getting very close to being like Xena. Yes, I was tough, I was the one people turned to when they needed advice or help, and I dealt with my problems on my own.  But I was not very proactive when it came to changing my life. I was letting other people just treat me the way they wanted to treat me. I accepted negativity, I accepted people taking advantage of me. All because I th...