Your ego always wants to separate you from the rest. It is always comparing and likes to celebrate an ego party when it finds itself on the preferred side of the fence. Quite often the ego feels a lot of self-pity but now and then we can feel a good dose of conceitedness. Unless you have an ego like I used to have: then you can feel a lot of conceitedness all the time.
I find it interesting that friendships are similar to romantic relationships but then without the romance. I have been deeply in love with a few women in my life and I thought it would never stop. Still, the relationships did not last. But I have friendships where the feeling does seem to last. The relationship is never boring and always interesting, and I never get tired of the jokes we have been making for more than 20 years.
Eran Efrati, 28, was born and raised in Jerusalem. After graduating high school he enlisted in the IDF, where he served as a combat soldier and company sergeant in Battalion 50 of the Nachal Division. He spent most of his service in Hebron and throughout the West Bank. In 2009, he was discharged and joined Breaking the Silence, an organization of veteran Israeli soldiers working to raise awareness about the daily reality in the Occupied Territories.
Have you ever tried to sing a song while masturbating? It honestly never even crossed my mind. But the girls of Dutch girlband ADAM tried it and made a video of it. I can imagine them having had a lot of fun during the creative process.
There is a reason why I post this video. I feel it is more than just sexy. I think it is a very brave, vulnerable and humorous idea and therefore inspiring. I think it is both powerful, playful and incredibly honest. Unless they are faking of course but I don’t think they did. The video can also turn out to be a commercial for some vibrator brand, that would be a bummer too. We’ll see. For me this is still a video about female bravery. I hope it stays that way.
I like young, creative, energetic, openhearted people between let’s say 25 and 40. People with vision and passion. And as I type this I realize: who doesn’t? But then again: that’s ok. It just proves that I am not very original. Nah, just kidding. I am not ashamed of resonating with that particular energy of aliveness and creativity. I am fascinated by the idea of inspiring and empowering people who already possess the gift of creativity and being original. There is an element of unpredictable but great potential there. I want to create leverage of inspiration. What would happen if I contribute to the polishing and shaping of diamonds in the rough? What would happen if they all start shining collectively? That, my friends, is what I find a fucking exciting idea.
Ha! Here we go! Another brand new year! I wish you a beautiful, prosperous, fortunate, healthy and love-filled 2014. May all your dreams come true.
It is funny how a fresh start can inspire. It is just January, not that a spectacular month. But the idea of a new year has something promising.
Every year I start with a self-made exercise that kind of resembles a bucket list. I sit down, take a deep breath and write down all the dreams, wishes and intentions that come to the surface of my awareness. I don’t give it much thought, I just write down what comes up during 5 minutes, without holding back and without editing. At the end of the year I remember and look back what I wrote in January. It is quite surprising to see how much became true (and what didn’t).
A little more than 24 hours and 2013 is over. Every new year I make a list with dreams and intentions, I forget about the list and about now I remember and take a peek. I just read what I wrote almost a year ago. It is almost surreal to realize I was in Colombia last NYE, about to miss my plane back to The Netherlands to see what would happen if I had no plan, no plane ticket, nothing. It worked out. The weirdest thing that happened to me was that I unexpectedly flew back in June and that I am leading a pretty normal life again.
I have been feeling kind of gloomy today. I just returned from a little snowboarding adventure (that was awesome and included fresh powder on the last day). It was great to go snowboarding with a buddy but it was also an opportunity to avoid Christmas.
In the article I found an interesting piece of information regarding the changing perception of what PTSD is. It says: “For decades the model for understanding PTSD has been “fear conditioning”: quite literally the lasting psychological ramifications of mortal terror. But a term now gaining wider acceptance is “moral injury.” Writing something thoughtful about that would probably reach more people and possibly reach psychologically or spiritually wounded people who could really use some healing. I know I can do it. Do I take up that responsibility? Is it wrong if I write about something more mundane? Both topics are on my mind right now, they are both just as real. And then I am not mentioning the fact that I also found out that my posts about the gym and my body transformation get a lot of traffic.
For some reason I felt I had a good chance. She looked like a girl that is so pretty that she doesn’t care that much about looks anymore. I felt I only had to prove to be able to overcome the obstacles. I felt as if she was waiting. She didn’t make it hard on me. I only had to figure out how to get to her. But I did not pass the test.
Since we haven’t spoken a word my image of her is still untainted. By now she has grown in my mind into this warm, loving, sexy, smart and sensual woman who is a wise and funny conversation partner, a great lover and cooks as good as she dances. Now that I think of it: she probably would be a great mother for our children too.