Choices

Looking at ordinary people passing by, it is difficult not to wonder: How many chances, how many crossroads, how many choices....
In the corner of a wagon, with his iPod, you can see that guy with that empty look in his face or the lady reading a book smiling now and then.
Impossible not to wonder how many crossroads we have in life.
Some say life is about choices.
But what if we've made the wrong ones?
Is there really a second chance to take it back to the right track?
Some people say you can as long as you don't pass the point of no return.
I guess all the crossroads are there to make us move ahead, but if that's true, why we tend to look back while hesitating in taking steps forward?
Insisting in any direction can bring you back to the starting point. Try to turn right 3 times....You will end up there,exactly where you started, sooner or later.
Why trying to find the right track can be so trick to bring you to a place you don't want to be?
I seriously think we make our own way, sometimes we create the crossroads, because if we don't, life would be a straight line down to some place that has nothing to offer.
Crossroads make life more exciting, more risky, but every crossroad, when not well understood can easily drive us far away from where we belong.Drop your bags, stop the journey and grab a map. Trust your choices. Open your heart. It will certainly show you the way out.

Art in Life

Yesterday at the metro station in downtown Montreal I was just looking around and for the first time noting the beauty of what was around me, routinely unnoticed...
How many things we overlook in life, how many things we rush for no reason?
I have to rush to take the metro, I rush to wake up, I rush to take my shower, I rush to every single numb aspect of my routine....
The same routine which blinds us for the art in all corners of our lives.
Today I chose to take my time, to see this art and admire the life I have in all its beauty.

Lemme get that!

'I got a house, but I need new furniture,
Why spend mine when I could spend yours?'

Lucky

Lucky

Lucky to be your son
Lucky to be your father
Lucky to be your lover
Lucky to be your dream
Lucky to be your troubles
Lucky to be your safe harbor

Lucky to see your eyes
Lucky to see the smiles I love
Lucky to see my hands can reach you
Lucky to see when you cannot be trusted

Lucky that you dreamed of me
Lucky that you wish me well
Lucky that you are not around anymore

Lucky for being so crazy
Lucky for being so instable
Lucky for being so lost
At the right place
Lucky for being so human

Quand la passion est partie

Later that night I couldn’t help but thinking: How sad it is when the passion is gone.
Passion should be around in all aspects of our lives.
We can be passionate professionals, passionate husbands, passionate brothers, but in all we do if passion is not there, things can look overwhelming sometimes.

In a relationship, in your work, in your house, we have to cherish for all passion to survive. We have to nurture passion and our ability to wake up and shout to the world how passionate you are.

But then, what about those mornings when passion is simply not there anymore?

How to get passion to stay and stick around forever?

Well, passion is mostly a big cake where our beliefs are the cherry on top of it.
A cake can blow up in your face with no cherry on top at any moment, mainly when we feel insecure about our ability to find cherries.

Actually, the cherries are always there, we just can’t see them from time to time.

I recall relationships and jobs where I saw passion dying slowly.
It is a painful process but we pretend it is not happening, for doing this the pain would seem to be less than it actually is.

In the end, what triggers our passion is our hope to achieve something and our belief that that achievement is at our reach.

If you stop believing, passion dies.
I confess it is hard to believe sometimes in things, but maybe passion is there just as a cloud to prevent us from seeing the real picture.

Well, if that’s it, I prefer living a blurry passionate life than an HD one.
Through away your blue-rays of reality and stock up your life with a pile of good VHS dreams.

If we stop taping it, would we care to recall for our lost passions?

Faire du velo

Last night, just before New Year's first hours, I couldn't help but thinking about how we ride life, we don't live it, we just ride it.
Months ago I bought a new bike and as I am no expert on bikes, I bought the one that could just allow me to have a pleasant ride once in a while.
I heard the sales man telling me about how good the bike was, its parts, and etc. All I could see was the ride.No attention for how this ride could be improved or how it could amaze me by the bike's technical qualities.
We do the same in life. The ride is all that matters.
It doesn't matter how complicated we find life, how many roadblocks we choose to go thru, how many bumps in the road, we just look ahead, with a clingy anxiety to enjoy the ride ahead.

Lies

Each new morning brings with it a new set of lies – little white lies, told not to hurt but to make life more pleasant. They tell these lies to protect themselves and their reputation. Of course, every now and then, someone finally decides to tell the truth. The worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves before we go to sleep. We whisper them in the dark telling ourselves we’re happy, or that we can change, or that other people will change their mind. We persuade ourselves we can live with our sins. Yes, each night before we fall asleep we lie to ourselves in a desperate, desperate hope that come morning, it will all come true.

For the New Year to be new

Nothing is forever. The time will come when we must say goodbye to the world we knew, goodbye to everything we had taken for granted, goodbye to those we thought would never abandon us. And when these changes finally do occur, when the familiar has departed and the unfamiliar has taken its place. All any of us can really do is to say hello and welcome.
Happy New Year!

Message

Despite the fact that there are over two million people on the island of Montreal, there are times you still feel shipwrecked and alone. Times even the most resourceful survivor would feel the need to put a message in a bottle, or on an answering machine.

Sins and Doubts

There is a widely read book that tells us everyone is a sinner. Of course, not everyone feels guilt over the bad things they do. In contrast, there are those who assume more than their share of the blame. There are others who soothe their consciences with small acts of kindness... or by telling themselves their sins are justified. Finally, there are the ones who simply vow to do better next time, and pray for forgiveness. Sometimes, their prayers are answered.
The trick is to keep moving forward, to let go of the fear and the regret that slow us down and keep us from enjoying a journey that will be over too soon. Yes, there will be unexpected bends in the road, shocking suprises we didn't see coming... but that's really the point, don't you think?