Are we actively living or simply reacting? Are we living as subjects, objects or as pawns? Are we constantly in motion "chasing our tails" or do we enjoy our lives at its greatest potential?

In the end, we all are waifs of our own minds, unconsciously producing thoughts and ideas; thereafter, we struggle to implement them. Our mind is one part and the other two parts are body & soul. In western world modern communities, minds are excessively foamed and people obey blindfolded just as if they were slaves. This design is not random at all. When something like that happens to a community and the community's members act this way, it's very easy to become victim of any social standard, marketing or lifestyle.

A quick and direct way to change this function, is meditation. Through meditation, we can relax our minds. Firstly, we calm our minds down to meet our wholeness and give our luminous "orders" to our mind in order to achieve a changed state of mind. Once your meditation session is completed you emerge in a more conscious state instead of the previous reactive state.

We could say that there are two kinds of people; the "parked" (the static ones, who are afraid of life and it's changes; those who, if there was a lifetime video and it played in fast forward, they would seem motionless). The other ones are those who constantly dare to change, to learn through their experiences, to evolve and to experiment...

A poem: Die slowly by Martha Medeiros

He who becomes the slave of habit,

who follows the same routines every day,

who never changes brand,

who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,

who does not talk to people he doesn’t know

dies slowly.

He who makes television his guru

dies slowly.

He or she who shuns passion,

who prefers black on white,

and the dots on the "i" to a whirlpool of emotions,

precisely those that recover the gleam of the eyes,

smiles from the yawns,

hearts from the stumbling and feelings

dies slowly.

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,

who is unhappy at work,

who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,

to thus follow a dream,

those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,

die slowly.

He who does not travel,

who does not read,

who can not hear music,

who does not find grace in himself,

dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his self love,

who does not allow himself to be helped,

who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck,

about the rain that never stops,

dies slowly.

He or she who abandon a project before starting it,

who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know,

he or she who don't reply when they are asked something they do know,

die slowly.

Let's avoid death in small doses,

reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead

to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

Martha Medeiros