Posts tagged "self help"

viktor frankl

Viktor Frankl liked to say, “You must over-estimate man. If we take man as he really is, we make him worse. If we over-estimate him, we promote him to what he really can be.”

For someone who had spent time at Auschwitz he seemed pretty upbeat about life and human nature. So, I had to read his book, “Man’s Search for Meaning.”

I hope this essay lifts up your spirit the way his book did mine when I first read it.
 
“He who has a why to live can bear with almost any how.”
 
Shortly after Frankl arrived at the camp, the guards ordered him to strip off his clothes and put on the rags of a deceased prisoner. Later, he asked another captive what happened to the group of people that the wardens had pulled out of the lines. The old-timer pointed to the smoke rising in the sky. “Your friend is up there in Heaven.”

As Frankl adapted to camp life, he observed the psychological breakdown of many of his comrades. He strove to maintain his own sanity despite the harsh environment, the torments from the guards and the irrepressible questions on his mind: “What is the point of this suffering? Will I survive? If I do survive, what will my life be worth?”

Frankl knew when a comrade had lost the will to live because he was no longer prepared to endure the daily trials. When his suffering had lost meaning, he just wanted to get as much pleasure as possible NOW. “Cigarettes could be exchanged for twelve soups, and twelve soups were often a very real respite from starvation…Thus when we saw a comrade smoking his own cigarettes, we knew he had given up faith in his strength to carry on, and once lost, the will to live seldom returned.”


It was amazing to Frankl that he and some of his comrades wanted to survive, in spite of these conditions. He came to believe that those who did had one distinguishing mark: the will to meaning fulfilled.

He made a firm decision not to commit suicide because he was working on a book that he hoped would be a great contribution to the world (nicely anticipated!). He realized that, with that purpose in mind, he was no longer afraid of his suffering. He had acquired a superhuman motivation to endure it. He surmised that “he who has a why to live will bear with almost any how.”

After the war, he continued his research and discovered that happiness, which we sometimes pursue through pleasures or a list of highly-praised achievements, is only a by-product of the will to meaning. In other words, happiness is what happens while you’re minding your business. Your business is to find out why you’re here and what great thing you can do with that time. If you succeed at this – and it will be hard – then happiness may come crawling with its tail between its legs. And, if it is your lot to suffer, then at least you will bear it nobly.
 
“Success will follow you precisely because you had forgotten to think about it.”
 
“Don’t aim at success. The more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side effect of one’s personal dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one’s surrender to a person other than oneself.”

So, don’t fret if you don’t get through that list of “10 Things to Get to a Happier You” today. Just do the one thing that your entire being is burning to do.
Happy Thursday!

beautiful mess or learning creatively


Photo Credit: via Melissa from Southern California

Grown-ups like numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what really matters. They never ask: “What does his voice sound like?” “What games does he like best?” “Does he collect butterflies?”. They ask: “How old is he?” “How many brothers does he have?” “How much does he weigh?” “How much money does his father make?” Only then do they think they know him. – The Little Prince, Saint Exupéry

This picture reminds me of all nighters before exams and the messiness this student has created signals the disconnect between the orderliness of Schooling and the organic Disorder that is true Education.

When I was a youth, I worshipped at the altar of Academia.  I wanted to get good grades because the world cares about numbers, scores, and rankings.

As I grew older I realized that the things I had learned that mattered were not always in the homework material. As I progressed into university curriculum the scope of my schooling became narrow and rigid. More and more of the important things fell outside of the school curriculum. The manner in which school presented learning failed to enthuse me (much like this student here!) So I took Mark Twain’s famous counsel: Never let your schooling interfere with your education. I still studied for my tests but I went beyond the assignments to sate my curiosity. Homework became collateral.

That said, when I stopped going to school, I never thought I would stop learning. That’s insane.

I am horrified to meet adults with no curiosity, no projects, no desire for learning anything new. Creatures of stubborn routine. People who make me feel like I am living in Groundhog Day. Every conversation is a shadow of the one we had the day before, and that talk was a spectre of the chats we had last week. Let me express my utter disgust eloquently when I say ugh! I am also frightened of these people because I think hebetude is contagious.

But, luckily, so is alacrity. Being around people who are curious, who are shaking things up, who are letting their cuckoos out of their nests, revives my own desire to know, to explore, to wonder.

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While schooling teaches us self-control, obedience and facts, education teaches us adventure, independence, and creativity.

I know now that I don’t learn in perfectly organized fashion {Sequence B after Sequence A}. It’s much easier to learn when I’m left to organize the information my way, to excavate the meanings therein instead of memorizing facts to which I have no personal connection. I have I’ll venture a bold guess that it’s the same for most people. Also, creative learning is fun.

I’ve been asked to speak to younger students before and I’m always thinking “oh, I’m not sure they realize I run off script.” Because what I want to tell students is…

There are many things you will learn in books but let not the solemnity of Scholasticism fool you. The greater part of your learning awaits outside the classroom. It’s not what you put in your head that matters, it’s what you do with it. If you’ve read all these great books but you haven’t had one original thought about them  or none of them has changed you outlook on life, opened your heart, or changed your dispositions, then  it’s just as well if you read the Cliff Notes.

Education is not the neat box that schooling is. To become an educated person you have to be open-minded and that means standing in the face of ideas you don’t like, trying to understand what you hate, pointing the finger at yourself first. Engaging with Life {Learning} is just plain messy. There are no textbooks, no formulas, no instructor. We each have to write our story as we live, make up our own rules (and break them when we learn better) because Instruction does not a great mind make. Independent thinking is the only nutrient to a creative mind-to-be.

There is no Instruction because there was never a You before. And You will make mistake because it’s always Your first time. That’s OK because you’re not getting a grade anyway. Life is a Pass/Fail class. And, there is no Make Up Test where you can get a perfect A. You pass if you have no regrets; you fail if your life makes you hope for bodily injury because you’d rather be lying in a hospital bed than carry on.

When I first realized that Education was basically making Life up and hoping it does not explode in my face, I wetted my pants {figuratively, but I cried literally} because I realized that I will find no guidance for the life I want to live. Sometimes I still think  ”Oh my God, I’ll embarrass myself, people will think I’m stupid, it won’t work anyway because I’m not talented, smart, efficient, or hard-working.” My sober mind knows that none of these qualifiers are true. But what’s more important is that it doesn’t matter.  If I am stupid, untalented, inefficient, or lazy, then I’ve just got to work and make myself better. I’m the teacher and the student. And there’s no substitute.

Study for the Test. Learn for Your Life. Cheers to Mind-Blowing Week Ahead!

beautiful mess or monday highs

Good morning Dawn-Breakers,

Happy Labor Day if you are having a day off!  But, some of us have not escaped the irony in this holiday’s title. Labor day {Work Day} If you are working today, I hope that it is on a task that lights up your spirit!

I hope you had a fantastic Week-end. Did you stay up late to toast the the stars and stretched those days as wide as they’d go?

This week’s Beautiful Mess (picture above) brings me in touch with the fun-loving, experimental side of myself. When I want to know everything, and try almost anything. When my curiosity outpaces my body and mind. When I go to bed blissfully exhausted, elated because what else did I want? Nothing. I gave it all and did it all. Those are the best days.

Leave no ink in the bottle. If you’re going to write, do it until you’ve nothing left to tell. If you’re gonna sing that song at the karaoke bar, belt it out. If you’re going to dance, let the earth rumble.

This photograph reminds me of my thirst for experience, that desire to touch our inspirations into reality, that yearning inside the player who is not content to sit on the bench, who begs to be put into the game.

Beauty over practicality. Experience over routine. When was the last time you wore mismatched socks and didn’t feel bad about it?

When you weren’t afraid of going out of doors. When you didn’t know what the day would bring and that felt really good. When you went to bed for the pleasure of waking up to another challenging, surprising, glorious day.

Kickstarters, go boldly into your week and may you kick your heels up high while doing so!

Give yourself an extra 30 minutes and have a sit-down breakfast before work. Toss that coffee, make yourself a protein shake. Skip the bus, take a walk and enjoy the last few mornings of summer. Get an extra hour of sleep. Take a bath (especially if you were up late last night). Laugh. I hope you’re dancing out of bed to a catchy tune like Sweet Pea by Amos Lee.  Bake your morning muffin the night before. Overload on inspiration at weheartit.com. Send a thank you note the old fashioned way. Leave the fruits out overnight so they’ll taste sweeter in the morning. Have a goal. Treat your screen-dazed eyes and live by candle light for one hour before going to bed. Call a family member you’ve not seen since Christmas (you’ll make their day!) Treat your desk to flowers. Stretch before you get out of bed. Get some sunshine on your lovely skin. Go for a run. Give someone a hug.

Keep the enthusiasm, keep the magic!

Do you have a special something that makes your mornings brighter? Share your tip with us in the Comments!

*Photo Credit from Blanca, Sao Paolo, Brazil

the rush

We are the strivingest people who have ever lived. We are ambitious, time-starved, competitive, distracted. We move at full velocity, yet constantly fear we are not doing enough. Though we live longer than any humans before us, our lives feel shorter, restless, breathless…Dear ones, EASE UP. Pump the brakes. Take a step back. Seriously. Take two steps back. – Elizabeth Gilbert, Author of Eat, Pray, Love

There are people who like to rush just for the feel of it. They call the rushing productivity. Even if they are not producing anything except a breeze. And a breeze is not a wind so it can’t even power my little hand-held fan. It’s hot useless distracting air. Such people make me sweat. Yes, I mean that literally. Even in the winter.  Sometimes I get whirled into their frenzy and my heart starts to thump as if it were going to beat out time itself.
But, I feel that rushing is not the same as progress. Rushing is just flushing my energy down the drain. Where am I going?

All the progress is in the direction. No matter how slow I go, if I’m going in the right direction, I’ll get there. But if I’m galloping at break-neck speed for the sport of seeming productive, I’ll probably just break my neck…

the rush

The obvious result of a permanent state of rushing is burn-out. Burnout has become such a hot topic in society that it has become a universal term. Le burn-out, I read in the French magazine, Psychologies. In Spain, you can actually talk to your therapist about el síndrome del burn-out.  I have a long playlist I use to slow down and lull my mind into quietude. Here are some of my favorites:

Hang on Little Tomato by Pink Martini
Carolina in My Mind by James Taylor
Drifting by Sarah McLachlan
Be Ok (Acoustic) by Ingrid Michaelson
You Belong to Me by Carla Bruni
Shoot the Moon by Norah Jones
Narrow Daylight by Diana Krall
Home by Michael Bublé
Asignatura Pendiente (MTV Unplugged) by Ricky Martin
Color Esperanza by Diego Torres
I Don’t Really Want to Know by Marlango
This End of the Telescope by Jakob Dylan

What do you guys do to slow down? Any great tunes that set the mood for chill-out? Shout them out in the Comments below!