“You are a hard man to find,” said a young woman, as she stopped by the bungalow of the world famous sage Puram Bam. “Everyone knows who you are, but only few know where to find you.”
“How did you find me then?” asked Puram Bam, taking his eyes off the letter he was reading.
“I found someone who had found you.”
“Don’t you suppose it should be the only way to find me?”
“I suppose so,” said the young woman thoughtfully. “But how did your first guest ever find you?”
“Is this what you came here for?” asked Puram Bam.
“No,” said the young woman. “I wanted to ask you about something else. About myself.”
“Aren’t you the only one who can answer a question like this?”
“I am. But I heard that you help people to find these answers.”
Puram Bam smiled and nodded.
“What is your question?”
“The other day someone asked me what truly impresses me in people. At first, I was at loss for words. And then all I could say was: nothing. I’ve met many people, I said, old and young, rich and poor, famous and unknown. But no one has ever truly impressed me. I know I’m supposed to be impressed by titles, riches and accomplishments, but I’m not. That person asked me then, but what about virtues? And I said, even virtues don’t impress me that much. I value courage, I long for honesty, I respect perseverance. But never in my life have I met a person who had something that would truly impress me. Something that would take my breath away. I wish to think they exists, but I haven’t come across one yet. And so that person said that I either had lost my marbles or have expectations that no human can match. And the worst thing is, I think that person is right.”
“Yes, this may be the worst thing,” agreed Puram Bam. “But what is your question?”
“How do I explain what impresses me?” asked the young woman. “How do I explain this to others and even to myself? I know what it is, but I just can’t put it in words.”
“When you use words to explain something to yourself, they only hide the meaning,” said Puram Bam. “You said you believe they do exist. But who are they?”
“They are real people,” said the young woman. “Real is the only word I can think of, although I have no idea how to explain it. And it’s probably a totally wrong word. It means that everyone else is not real, but that’s not what I mean. No one would understand it.”
“I do,” said Puram Bam. “I know exactly what you mean.”
“You do?” asked the young woman, astonished. “But how can you know it when even I cannot express it?”
“Because I happen to be attracted to the same quality in people,” Puram Bam replied. “And it’s neither material goods nor virtues. Every virtue you have mentioned is only a part of what makes someone real. But not every commonly praised virtue would be found in him.”
“Right!” the young woman exclaimed. “I don’t care if a person like this lies — he would stay true to himself even while doing this. I don’t care what he looks like — but do I know that his eyes would not be the eyes of a beggar. I wouldn’t care about his job — but I know it would be something this person loves. Because he would not be spending years of his life doing something that doesn’t excite him. And most of all, I don’t want him to want to impress me. I’ll be the most impressed if I meet someone who doesn’t want to impress anyone — and yet does it all the time. I don’t know why I feel that I know it would be like even though I’ve never felt this way.”
“But you have,” said Puram Bam. “Every time you watch a wild gracious animal or hear a young child laughing you feel it. They don’t live to impress you or anyone. They simply live — and enjoy life. This is what you want to find in an adult. In someone who understands how the world of people works and how ugly it can be — and still chooses to be true to himself every moment of his life.”
“Yes,” said the young woman. “Now I believe that you really understand me — maybe even better than I understand myself. But where do I find people like this?”
“There aren’t many of them,” said Puram Bam. His eyes moved to the letter in front on him, then back to the young woman standing at the door.
“But if you look for people like this, you’ll find them. You will also learn to recognize those who are almost like them. Who betray themselves often — but one day may be strong enough to stop it.”
“I may know one or two people like this,” said the young woman. “I even think–”
She stopped.
“Never mind,” she said. “Thank you, sage. But how do I explain all of this to others? How can I make someone see what I see when I say real people?”
“You can’t,” said Puram Bam. “Those who can understand it will know exactly what you mean. With others, no explanation would ever be enough.”
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I loved this tale with reasons… It was really sweet and real, it has something different from others. The beauty of your tales, by the way, is that are real, interesting and literally put in who reads something in a doubt, a thought or a good effect. Write more, wherever.
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Hmm. Interesting tale. I do believe i get the point. I hope the woman finally finds that real person, however in my book there are no perfectly evolved people walking the planet. Close, but not totally there. And what of the young woman in the story? When she finally meets a person who is 1,000 % authentic, then will she open her heart wide open to the power of love? More importantly is she 100% authentic?
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There is nothing out there. The woman needs to become the very thing she is looking for, to the core. I see that she sees where people are falling short, but that’s not her business. Never was, never will be.
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Love this tale.It kinda sums up my past few wks.Was taken into hospital during my Egyptian hoiday.The Sinai Desert is not a good place to have this happen but there I was.Star of the show because I am a western woman with nice clothes ect.The female staff in particular are in awe of us because of my English status,They loved lookin through my clothes ect.I showed them my family ect,on my lap top.Nobody important just us.But they loved it.I satisfied their curiosity about our way of life.But I now have a captive audience.What about yours ?They loved the fact that I was interested in them and showed respect.These people where not hotel staff lookin for a big tip.They run as a team.trying to save lives.No job can function without the other.Cuttin this tale to the quick,I told them that who they think they are, and what I saw came as a shock to them.Yes the doctor is higher educated but is that doctor willing to clean the blood and stuff up off the floor.Not one persons job is of more higher value than the next.Yes you are an individual but as a team YOU SHINE.Real people,working in the desert trying to save lives in awe of Me ?Misplaced adoration (wrong word but all I can think of right now)Bought them a few tins of chocolates to share and left with my body in working order.What a cheep price to pay to the real people of the world.Was invited back to a wedding.I won’t go back again but I feel good that they cared enough to invite me.
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>> Yes the doctor is higher educated but is that doctor willing to clean the blood and stuff up off the floor.Not one persons job is of more higher value than the next.
If this were true, people wouldn’t being operated on by a team of well-wishing nurses instead of an experienced surgeon.
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im a fan of ur tales , but this tale just became my favorite .
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“Every time you watch a wild gracious animal or hear a young child laughing you feel it. They don’t live to impress you or anyone. They simply live — and enjoy life. This is what you want to find in an adult. In someone who understands how the world of people works and how ugly it can be — and still chooses to be true to himself every moment of his life.” […] “There aren’t many of them,”
So true!! Makes me feel lonely.
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You really can’t beat authenticity….yet who are we to judge?
Dogs are real I find! Woof …
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This was a really, really good story. When we speak of being real, real also means that eveyone has been divinely born with virtues or an ounce of altruism, whether we are then raised with them is of course, relative.
When I see a “beggar” i still see a real person. Perhaps I myself have been a beggar as well. Not for money but for mercy or forgiveness, in repentance. Needing hope or love in a time of desperation or suffering. If God did look into my eyes in that moment, he did indeed give it to me. Did he see me as a beggar or did he see an honest genuineness is me?
on this note, I found this pondersome quote i’d like to share with you. “When you share your last crust of bread with a beggar, you mustn’t behave as if you were throwing a bone to a dog. You must give humbly, and thank him for allowing you to have a part in his hunger.”
Giovanni Guareschi
I will reflect on this today. Will you join me? I hope so. 🙂
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If there’s one thing worse than being proud of giving to a beggar it is to feel humbled this experience. The first one implies low self-respect. The second one implies no self-respect at all.
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While I do agree with your comments on a beggar (and like the quote), I believe Unmaskd was meaning something slightly different. I interpreted not having the “eyes of a beggar” as someone who has a gleam in their eye. You know, passion, confidence, and a bit of independence. Have you ever looked at someone and seen kind of the root of them? They do say that the eyes are the window to the soul, and I believe it. 🙂
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Yes, I mean something else and I knew it would be generally misinterpreted. I’m glad that you saw it. Perhaps it’s a whole other tale of its own.
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I remember when I first decided I didn’t particularly care for people who tried too hard to impress others (though I greatly admire skill, passion, and dedication). I think I was about 15 years old, and I can still recall that feeling I got in my gut. I’ll spare you the details of the story, but the bottom line is, when you’re trying to impress someone, you’re not being “real”. You’re not being true to yourself. You’re being what you think the other person desires, or would approve of–regardless of if you feel the same. In the long run, the truth comes out. But it doesn’t do anyone any favors, in fact, it does quite the opposite.
I mentioned confidence above, and I think that is one place where the lines can get blurry. I don’t mean the kind of confidence that caused that 15 year old boy to try an outrageous skateboard trick (and get hurt) to impress me. I mean the kind of self-confidence where you are content in knowing who you are/what you want or like–regardless. Regardless of the world or people around you. You have self-respect, self-confidence, and self-awareness. When you have these things, you don’t *need* to try to impress others. And as Unmaskd has said, that may ultimately impress others in the process. But those are the types of people you want to attract anyways–the kinds who are hearing the things that aren’t being shouted. Very similar to a woman who goes to a bar half-naked hoping to attract a certain type of guy, but comes out with a different type entirely. Make sense? You attract what you exude, I suppose–sometimes unaware. Some people go on unaware forever, and some people learn. They usually learn the hard way, and probably slowly, more that one time. But that also ties in with this line:
“Someone who understands how the world of people works and how ugly it can be–and still chooses to be true to himself..”
Because, the truth is, Puram Bam is right–there aren’t very many of “them”. So, someone who makes the choice to be true to themselves at all costs–may really be taking it at quite a cost. Loneliness.
Or maybe, just maybe, some of those few will cross paths/meet up and be wildly impressed with all the non-attempts to impress. They will have admiration and respect for one another. They will embrace their respective pure forms (the good, bad, and the ugly). They will be confident, passionate, and secure within themselves, but equally so in one another.
That’s the hope, anyways. But, come to think of it, a person who has such characteristics doesn’t really need hope. They make it happen.
Another great story, Unmaskd. 🙂
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Just expounding on what I meant by something I stated there about someone staying true to themselves at all costs may be taking it at the cost of loneliness. I meant that when you’re trying to stay true to yourself and the things you know about yourself or what you want–you probably don’t want to settle outside of that. When you know what you want (and this often times comes as a result of past mistakes/failures you’ve learned from and don’t want to redo), your field of vision (or playing field) does decrease significantly. Therefore, your chance of loneliness (though short-term) is higher, simply because you aren’t just picking and choosing at whim. I think the term “quality over quantity” kind of applies here. However, that being said, if you hold out for quality–it’ll be stronger when you finally get there. And you *will* get there. 🙂
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I think the point I was trying to make is that it is better NOT to pick and choose…for this involves judgment or others… the best tack is to flow through life and be fascnated by the people who cross our path from day to day…even though they may not be cool …or out type… there is a reason they are showing up….and I believe there can be a lesson and a sharing from whoever crosses our path … They are all part of life’s rich tapestry after all…all part of life’s journey… and I think the main point is they have shown up for a reason….(okay they may not be soul mates or make a deep connection…but life is alot less lonely if we can watch, listen and learn from absolutely every person and every event which manifests) This may of course pave the way for times of aloneness…but that is not the same as loneliness…
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This song keeps running through my head. Such a lovely song.
“You know the times you impress me the most
are the times when you don’t try.
You don’t even try.”
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Mm…. Just Thinking…. Trying to impress maybe someone s authentic behaviour in a given moment (or indeed it may be their way of being for a time) … I mean it aint gonna go down well in the board room if you turn up in nonchalant groove … Or on an important date?Now where does this leave the importance of being REAL? I guess it shows it can manifest in many ways … Maybe the theory of alternation applies here too! It s the knowingess and self assurance of an authentic soul which is visible through the eye. A soul can incarnate with these secrets so it is even possible to see THAT look in a two year old… Mm… So really this is probsbly an observation on consciousness and the Soul’s evolution…. There may even be THAT look in. Beggar’s eye on occasion… For being REAL does not pertain to one ‘s activity or purpose…. It actually attains to one ‘s essence and the Soul’s self expression…. This is just as easy to observe eating an ice cream as it is in saving the world… Ease of gesture and flow is all about carrying what you know in style ???
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Love this take cos it shows the girl she should get off her high horse and stop judging… It is humbling the realisation that authenticity is to be found in many unexpected places… Rather than carry this limited view of ‘Im so authentic’ where are all my authentic soul mates…I feel so lonely… Etc’ … We should realise the gifts of acceptance and playfulness? It doesnt have to be ‘ oh so serious’. Nor is there a privaye elite club of those who are REAL in this world.. I reckon if we took some time and looked around a little more… We would see how much REALITY there IS… Ironically’ those who THINK they are so real often turn out to be the least real of all… Life does not have to be such a rarified existence…. Go out get muck on your shoes… ENGAGE in the fray… You’ ll soon see what is REAL. (addressed to no one in particular)
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Sorry Typos! Ugh…
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On reflection… Maybe the word the girl was looking for was *COOL*?!
I mean there is all sorts of reality but not all sorts of Cool!
Cool is like the X factor ingredient…
REAL cool does not try too hard… It is effortless… A quality.
Being real is something slightly different than being cool… We ALL have the opportunity ti ve real regardless of circumstances … But not all carry that quality of COOL
( though If COOL had been the operative word in the tale it would have had an inauthentic ring… Now there ‘s a beautiful irony!)
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I do definitely see what you’re saying here. I don’t think it should be so rigid and serious all the time. In fact, I envision someone who’s “living life” to be having a wonderful time (as much as possible)! They’re happy. Free. At the very least, they’re striving, and trying to enjoy their days here–or get to a place where they can. It would be very playful at times, I would say. And, no, I definitely don’t think we should go around judging others, that would be terrible. Here, “few” isn’t like a handful or club, but in relation to everyone in the whole world? Well, for one thing, there’s a reason there’s that saying “keeping up with the Jones’s”. Most people are out to impress and/or one-up their neighbors/friends/family members. And that doesn’t make the people who do bad people by any means! There are certainly many worse things you could be doing. And as someone stated earlier, NONE of us are anywhere near perfect. We have all surely done something not true to ourselves at times. But I think it’s just when doing so becomes a habit or way of life that’s the issue here. Also, “real” is a bit of a relative term here. It’s not being one certain way or another that makes someone “real”–or else we’d all be robot clones. Boring! That’s the very meaning of authenticity to be genuine/unique. I agree that the core or the soul is what really matters. Absolutely! But this story is slightly more specific because it goes deeper. The question was, what impresses the woman. Each person has their own lists of things that impress them, or probably that turn them off. This was this particular woman’s account and “list”. And when you’re pairing up or grouping off, be it friendships or love relationships, it’s perfectly normal, and what you do, to find people like you or that fit your personal list. Of course, it’s going to differ with each individual. What this woman in the story values/looks for is going to be different than the next guy (or maybe not, and in that case, perhaps they’re a possible good match..).That’s how it works. You don’t become involved in any sort of relationship with another human who doesn’t fit–and if you do, it doesn’t work out too well in the long run. Which is just another reason why authenticity/honesty is so important–whatever that is in whoever you are. 🙂
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…how can you go deeper than the Soul? The essence of someone? The essence and SOul is the CORE of our being
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I am just not sure how you can so quickly make a judgement on who does or does not ‘fit ‘ without giving someone the time of day and deepening the connections regardless of how lacking in promise they seem (lacking in promise re what we THINK we are looking for I mean)…
The Universe loves to surprise us with stuff….especially when we think we know something or someone…. the more we know the less we know is really soooo true
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I hope there will be many more miraculous moments that are awe-inspiring for people in the sense that they are breath-giving than moments that “take your breath away.” I know that this particular expression has somehow evolved itself as a romanticized idiom probably because of someone who wrote a song once upon a time, but in reality, it’s literally an aweful cliché. Here’s to HOPEFUL romantics and more moments in language that metaphorically reflect planting a tree. 🙂
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Ashley,
I understand and appreciate what you are saying RE what we “look for” in a friend or partner can differ from person to person. I think a lot depends on what we value most. I think there may be a difference between what we look for and that which we actually attract. If we are truly unhappy with the quality of what we are getting in our lives, this is the time to go within not out.
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It is not indicated that Puram Bam invites the woman in (toward the end the woman is at the door), but Puram Bam did take his eyes off the letter he was reading to give her eye contact. I think the letter Puram Bam is reading is about finding one’s soulmate as whatever Puram Bam is doing is generally relative to the question posed to him. The person most likely to have revealed how to find Puram Bam was the man in the previous tales. At first it was about finding Puram Bam so that he could help the woman find the answer to the question of what impresses her based on a question someone asked her that made her think. She came up with the conclusion that nothing impresses her but that she values courage, longs for honesty and respects perseverance and never met a person who had something that would take her breath away (indicating she is seeking perhaps a connection that is a moment of deep fulfillment that takes her breath away upon meeting that person). I got a chuckle out of the “lost my marbles” line because I just used those exact words the other day. As far as an expectation that no human could match, I’m sticking to the soul mate theme. Words cannot explain but a feeling of knowing that you’re deeply fulfilled in the connection is what doesn’t necessarily impresses as it does fulfills a longing emptiness. I think “real people” is about a spiritual connection that it doesn’t matter about anything because of the deep bond that two people feel and share without words because it is felt and the two people with such a connection can be themselves and be understood by each other thus a certain freedom is attained. The people that betray themselves are those that have things to work through that prevent the connection but hope to stop certain behavior in order to connect on such a deep spiritual level. The woman thinks this of–
(On a side note, I think Puram Bam and the woman are introverts and introverts are more likely to seek out the realness of life and to connect deeply one on one). I’m certain I’ll have more to post the more I ponder on it in between the busyness of life. I give yet another interpretation out of left field.
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“Eyes of a beggar,” what a powerful metaphor. I am pretty certain you aren’t referring to somebody on the street who asks for a couple bucks, although it could be this person. You are likely to encourage somebody with fire in their eyes like Ashley referred to. But what about that person with the lost look in their eyes? Even you said inspiration comes from within but doesn’t happen in a vacuum. If someone comes to you seeking inspiration but they don’t necessarily know it is inspiration that they seek, you try and help. That’s kind of what all of this is for isn’t it?
With regard to doing what excites us most. Yesterday, thoughts of acrobatic tango like love making sessions crossed my mind at least once every ten minutes. I’d stop whatever task I was doing and allowed those images to play out. Sometimes that took five minutes and other times more like a half hour but this is what excites me most. After leaving the office I was encouraged by an empty house to let those thoughts become physical probably around 3:30 or so central time, if you’re keeping track:) Then, I went for a short walk, short because Ebony was overheating and afterward yoga. Since finding sleep has been a challenge this last week probably due to the time change, I turned in super early and was doing well catching up on some reading until listening to a liquid piano melody which ceased any kind of motivation to absorb information, inspiring more graceful waltzy visions of love. A perfect day essentially.
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“Real people” are the free spirited ones who don’t care what other’s think and they just live their lives and are themselves–true to themselves, living their purpose and uniqueness even though they don’t feel like they fit in, it doesn’t matter because they feel comfortable in who they are. They are not out to impress others–instead they are in touch with what makes them tick and they live it every moment by being who they are for themselves and no one else. Those almost like them are free spirited people inside, but don’t have the courage to break free from the circumstances they are in to be able to live out their free spiritedness. If I were to put a name to such a person, it would be Howard Roarke.
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Just to clarify, Roark as the free spirited, not the almost free spirited.
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Yes, that’s a good way to put it.
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Here is where Cameron’s diatribe to Roark starting on page 63 was intended to be:
“Look Roark, there’s one thing about you, the thing I’m afraid of. It’s not just the kind of work you do; I wouldn’t care, if you were an exhibitionist who’s being different as a stunt, as a lark, just to attract attention to himself. It’s a smart racket, to oppose the crowd and amuse it and collect admission to the side show. If you did that, I wouldn’t worry. But it’s not that, You love your work. God help you, you love it! And that’s the curse…”
The visual at the end of Cameron returning to find Roark passed out in a puddle of coffee on his drafting board after having send him home due from the office to perceived exhaustion, Rand could have easily been a painter. Kind of reminds me of what the relationship between two of my favorite song writers may have looked like when they first crossed paths. When free spirits find and recognize each other to be so, the jolt of energy is unlike any other high. Distance and time spent apart fuel the creativity until feeling the psycho-chemical reaction of another physical reunion.
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I know what it means to be real. My mother taught me to be this way, and my father taught me not to follow others but to lead myself. Interestingly enough, because of that, now I only have one friend in this town, but I do not mind. Growing up I had one or two friends, because I never followed trends, ideas, or subcultures that did not make sense to me, or I never liked. Instead, I designed some of my own clothes, and studied things in order to answer my question: why? Fortunately, my happiness does not come from how many friends I have. My best friend is my cat. He is the realest of beings I have ever known. As far as impressing others, this is a lack of self-assurance.
I share this because, living the life I have lived has not been easy by any stretch of the imagination. There have been moments I was mocked, rejected, misunderstood, betrayed, etc. It was painful. I have wished to find a friend that bestowed an authentic independent heart, someone who knows who they are, and what it means to be who they are, the best version. As well, someone who sees that in me. I get so tired of meeting people who are someone else- I always know it when I see them. I have yet to meet a real person.
I am learning to accept that the only dream I have no control over is creating a human friend that is real. I accept I may live the rest of my life this way. Every other dream of mine, I know I can achieve, if I want it bad enough.
I do not encourage people to be real with the idea it will be roses, because I say, you must be stronger than strong. If you keep strong, eventually, you will grow more numb towards the ignorance of the world, and find beauty in your own realness, because it gives you such happiness to be who you are and love the things you love. Only then are you really living.
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I should also make note of my only friend in this town. She is a wonderful friend, and I am not discrediting her. She is as real as she can be with me, if that makes sense. Those real parts of her are what I value. We have a mutual understanding in our friendship. Also, she is married, so we are in different places in life, yet her maturity works nicely with my life. I do not expect her to be real with me in all areas of her life. I know when she is not being real with me and she knows that too, but this is part of her boundaries and I respect them. I do not make a point to change that about her. She respects me enough to try to understand me. Never have I once felt disrespect by her over the past three years.
I think many people do not know how to be real.
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It seems to me, what some of these more recent posters are referring to are individuals not bound by social conformities. I am referring to those who have a sense of independence and the courage it stay aligned to their own convictions, no matter what! We are so conditioned by our impressionable upbringings, society and the media as to what brings fulfillment and happiness, it’s a wonder we can even think and often those who do “think” make those who don’t very uncomfortable. It’s amazing the level of unconsciousness and social conditioning in the world. I think many of us don’t realize how programmed we are (myself included). Anyways excuse my ramblings.
On a lighter note…
“With regard to doing what excites us most. Yesterday, thoughts of acrobatic tango like love making sessions crossed my mind at least once every ten minutes. I’d stop whatever task I was doing and allowed those images to play out. Sometimes that took five minutes and other times more like a half hour but this is what excites me most. After leaving the office I was encouraged by an empty house to let those thoughts become physical probably around 3:30 or so central time, if you’re keeping track:) Then, I went for a short walk, short because Ebony was overheating and afterward yoga. Since finding sleep has been a challenge this last week probably due to the time change, I turned in super early and was doing well catching up on some reading until listening to a liquid piano melody which ceased any kind of motivation to absorb information, inspiring more graceful waltzy visions of love. A perfect day essentially.”
Ha, ha, ha, ha. Got a kick out of this comment. Know the feeling. This was quite real of you to share.
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BTW, I think knowing “how” to be real involves being aware of our feelings. Many of us don’t even know how we really feel. We are numb, unaware. Having the courage to honor these feelings in our thoughts, words and deeds follows. The level of our true living depends on this.
At the same time, unmaskd has said, “Think, feel, do.” I would like to say, in some situations. it is important to “Feel, then consciously think, then do.”
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In my limited English, finally I have the courage to comment after a quite long time being a passive reader as one of the fans of your writing. It’s actually a little bit hard for me to express my real thoughts in other languages, but I’m trying hard to do my best because I can’t stand it anymore. It’s unpleasant sitting silently reading a couple of great writings producing so many thoughts and feelings in my mind, but had no power to express it. Now, with this courage of making mistakes, getting ashamed and looking stupid, I’m trying hard to express it and I hope this expression is not so far from my real thought. Here is my interpretation:
>> “I may know one or two people like this,” said the young woman. “I even think–”
She stopped. “Never mind,” she said. “Thank you, sage. But how do I explain all of this to others? How can I make someone see what I see when I say real people?” “You can’t,” said Puram Bam. “Those who can understand it will know exactly what you mean. With others, no explanation would ever be enough.”
I’d like to tell to the young woman: “Don’t stop girl. It’s okay. Go ask him… It is better to reach someone that u know having the same mind, feeling, thought, and interpretation like yours than to explain some others about what you really want or need. I know that Puram Bam is not that easy to be reached or even such nonsense, but finding someone new who can really understand your thought is more difficult, tiring, and risky. It’s risky for your life; it’s risky for your time; it’s risky for your whole attempts to be real. Try to find the best way to reach him wisely. I think both of you are suitable for each other because of your same vision. With him hopefully you can be real, because both of you are real, or at least have the same perspective of being real. It is frustrating to keep trying to be real and finding the real person in the world of fake, isn’t it? Then, go get him in a wise way…, never give up to keep trying to be real with him. It’s not only good for your life but also for his life, or even for this world of fake. Life will more colorful if you live it in a real way, with a real person. Push your own limits to reach your goal to live with this real person, for your dream of the real life and love.”
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Welcome awakeninmygiant. You made a good choice to find the courage to post. I don’t think Unmaskd’s blog is limited to those who read, write and speak english–with translation tools online, all people should be able to enjoy this blog and be able to express themselves freely…in fact, I think that is the whole point here. So, welcome and I encourage you to express yourself to your heart’s content to share your thoughts without thinking there are language barriers because there aren’t and you have proven in your post that your thoughts are understood.
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Welcome!
Those were beautifully expressed thoughts. Thank you for having the courage to share them. You did wonderfully. 🙂
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Awakeninmygiant! Way to go! Woohoo! 🙂 I say to you, “Don’t stop girl. It’s okay.”
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Thank u all…, reading your all replies made me smile and cry. Don’t know why. It just means a lot to me. I hope it can make me more confident to express my thought for next time. I just think that this place with the whole wonderful writings and a lot of smart thoughts from all over the world expressed in a great language with a good grammar is beyond my limit. Thanks all… 🙂
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Oh goodness! How exciting, Awakeninmygiant! 🙂 You know what? Sometimes I’m not very good with English either, and I was raised to speak it. 😮 Never feel bad for doing your best!
I thought you might like to know something! I have a friend who has dyslexia and people thought he would never be able to read very well, but you know what? He decided he wasn’t going to believe such a silly lie! He went through school and college much slower than everyone else at times, just to learn basic education, but now he lives in Asia and speaks Chinese, French, Spanish, and all kinds of languages! Can you imagine such a thing? 🙂
You should be confident 100% in yourself at all times when you are doing your best!
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Thanks a lot, dancergypsy. It’s such an inspiring story. U made me cry in a smiling face one more time. I also knew some stories about dyslexia, and yes, the stories about it are usually inspiring. Thanks… 🙂
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