I have decided today to share a small part of my journey in China with you. To tell you the whole story we would need many articles so today I want to take one moment, one lesson that I have learned and share it here.
The girl that went to China the first time has never been outside of her home country before that moment.
She had many unhealthy ideas in her head. She thought she needed to agree with other people so they would be friends with her at primary and secondary school. Then when she finally realized that there was no possible way she could ever fit in, she just gave up trying. Then she found one good girl and spent high school years with her.
She used to burry herself in books and studying, then tv shows when she wasn't studying, and hang out with few people that she was comfortable with.
Love was even more complicated and all completely wrong. We will not go there.
She dreamed of going outside of her home country and having a completely new start. She wanted more than anything a blank page to write a new story.
And then one day - after a lot of hard work and effort - she got it.
She got one year in a city and University of her choice. Some as always criticized her for going and some though she was incredibly brave.
She though that she wont the jackpot and left.
In that one year she reprogrammed her brain, she changed her whole personality, healed most of the pieces and unhealthy thoughts.
First semester was very difficult. Maybe painful at some moments.
She tried once again to fit in with a friend. But soon realized that in the new page she shouldn't have old ways of being friends and closed the door. Now, that friend was and is a good person, just wasn't right for her.
She did though, find new friends. And this time it was so easy to be friends with them. The relationship did have its ups and downs but it was one of the most beautiful ones in that year.
She wandered places and streets of that city, enjoyed in every lake picnic, pizza dinner, sunset, night out, Starbucks study session and travel adventure.
She met many, many people. Started to open more to them.
She chose the wrong person's love and completely ignored the right one's because the right one's would be difficult to explain to strangers, while because of the first one no one would judge her.
You see, she didn't have the time to fix this one, she didn't give up on the wrong choice early, but waited and waited and then time was up.
She passed her exams with very good grades and went home.
But even though she didn't have the time to correct the last mistake, she did learn that the most precious thing we have is indeed time.
There is a way of thinking, a system you may call it, or simply a lifestyle that she has developed then. She learned that it is important to plan long term but live only one week at a time. She found herself a way to unravel the messiness of life.
People always tell you that you only have now, today, this present moment, but one days goes by so fast that it's impossible to focus on just one day and do so successfully.
I love the weekly system a lot more.
I love looking at life and thinking that I have seven days in front of me, starting each Monday and ending each Sunday, in which I get to tell a story. I have seven days to start something new if I want to, to correct a mistake, to work on a specific part of my life etc.. It's very inspiring to me to look back on the year and say that week 37 I have spent traveling with friends. Or that in week 27 I reached a specific financial goal.
Since 2025 is around the corner and the last month of this year as well, I have something to suggest.
Give intention to your week on a Monday and see what story unravels by Sunday evening.
I am not sure how you think about and organize your life. Maybe you think it's impossible to plan anything anymore so why not just give it a try. You may start loving your weeks a lot more.
And if you wish, you can always share your story with me. I will be very happy to hear it.
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