Sensitive soul

The most difficult thing I’ve come to realise is trying to still be good to those who only do you wrong. When I was younger it would make me curious how my parents were always good to those, even if they were wronged. I grew up with such morals and have been taught that no matter what happens, always be kind.

How do you maintain a balance? I am a sensitive soul, in hind sight, I always have been. I feel deeply about everything, whether it be happiness, sadness, confusion, anger, and anxiousness (can’t think of any more words to describe emotions).

You may ask, what is a sensitive soul? Well for one, don’t be fooled by such individuals, they may be sensitive but they are far from weak. They have the ability to put aside their own needs and feelings to cater to those that need a boost. Their ability to feel deeply makes them great empaths thus helps them truly understand what the other person is going through. Often times people are unable to express how they feel and the sensitive soul will verbalise those feelings to the point, which shocks some people, sometimes. The emotions they feel are their strength as they allow themselves to feel deeply, thus making them able to handle a situation and controlling their feelings better than those who brush their emotions to the side. They can handle more than most because they’re used to feeling more than most.

Being a sensitive soul also gives you a hightened intuition in someways because they notice everything, even the most minor details such as a change of expression on someone’s face, which may have only lasted for a second. At times when logic makes no sense, their souls are able to come up with answers that does make sense. However there is a flip side, often such people have insecurities that cloud their intuition, as I have experienced many times and I think it’s important to listen to your intuition. Even if your mind tells you otherwise, listen to your inner voice, before the voice disappears forever.

Being around a sensitive soul, you will notice that they give you their undivided attention (to be fair sometimes people drag on a story longer than it should be and I get distracted). They can judge a situation and give you what you need. Even if it is just someone to sit quietly with. There is comfort in silence.

They have compassion on a deeper level and have the ability to move the world. Their kindness shines through their face and you can feel the genuine love they have to offer. They have so much to give and the ability to give wholeheartedly without being worn down. If anything the giving fuels them, especially when they see the joy on people’s faces. That is priceless.

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Have you ever?

Have you ever looked at a full grown person and wondered what they looked like when they were babies?

It used to be my favourite thing to do when I didn’t have my ipod or a book to read on the tube (aka the underground train in London). Of course I would look away before any eye contact was made, didn’t want to be break the unwritten rule of “no eye contact”. I love how my imagination takes me to unknown territory. It’s not easy of course to picture a man with a full grown beard as a baby, or an older person who looks so tired and sick of life and it shows on the face.

Have you ever cut your hair? I don’t mean just snippets, trimmed but actually completely chop off your long hair into really short, ear length hair?

It’s absolutely the most liberating activity I have taken a part in and I’ve done it a few times. Usually when I feel that I’m losing control of certain aspects of my life and the frustration gets to me,  I pick up a pair or scissors and just cut it all off. I love it and it’s actually quite addictive. I probably would never shave it all off completely but who knows what the future holds.

Have you ever seen something and not believe your own eyes, something that may be paranormal?

When I was younger, I used to play the piano. I wasn’t very good but I would play random things, reminds me I should probably take it up again. Anyway, on one of those days, I was sitting by the window about to play and I see black smoke come out of a building opposite mine. One of the apartments was on fire and I could see the flames burning and in that moment I see a figure step out on to the balcony of his/her apartment and just lean on the ledge. I stopped and looked a little closer and I saw that the man’s (or well at least it looked like a man) arm was on fire and he was just standing there. I ran to go call my brothers to see what was happening but by the time we came back to the window, the man had gone. I still can’t believe what I saw. He was just standing there as his arm burnt.

Have you ever been electrocuted?

Just once and it felt really weird. My mom asked me to change a light bulb in the living room. I took the new bulb and walked over to the lamp that needed the change, barefoot. As I put my hand on the old bulb, to twist it out, I felt a shock go through my whole arm and my hand got stuck to the bulb. First impulse of any person, is to get away from the hurt, in any way. Since my hand was stuck to the bulb I moved away (all whilst screaming and shaking). It all happened so fast and the next thing I knew, the porcelain lamp had fallen and shattered on the ground. I broke free from the electrocution. Honestly, I didn’t even realise I was screaming until my brother came out and asked me why I was screaming.

Have you ever been determined and stuck by it?

Story of my life, which sometimes tickles me.

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Cliche

What a lovely sight it is. The sun peaking, barely visible through the building it appears to be rising behind from.

This photo was taken about 2.5 years ago, it was a photo walk I participated in and it started at 5am, just before sunrise. I went with two other people, who back then were barely aquaintances, one of whom now I consider to be one of my dearest friends.

Anyway now that you know the story behind the photo I would like to discuss a few things. To start, apologies for not having posted for the past two days, my days haven’t been the most inspirational and work has been busy.

Moving on, have I mentioned how much I love the sunrise? I feel it is the most beautiful time of the day and the best part is that most people are asleep and it feels like you’re part of an exclusive club. Kind of like you have the privilege to see this spectacular show (aka the sun rising) only because you woke up early. What a delightful treat.

Thinking of sunrise makes me think about a new day and the endless amount of opportunities a day has to offer. Everyday is a new beginning, as cliche as it sounds, filled with adventures and excitement. Speaking of cliche, Catherine Opie once said “the biggest cliche’s of photography is sunrise and sunset.” That’s quite curious, only because, truly I’ve never thought of it like that. It’s very accurate, sunsets and sunrises are photographed so very often, it is a cliche and yet the beauty of it justifies the cliche somehow. 

My all time favourite cliche is “you cant please everyone” I call it my favourite because, I take it as a personal challenge and try to prove the statement wrong. I like to please and my friends always say that even if I have successfully pleased those around me, I am not pleasing myself, thus proving the cliche right. Little do my friends know, that nothing pleases me more than to know that I was responsible for adding a tiny bit of joy into someone’s life. Call me selfish, but I do get a rush out of it.

Also, since with every sunrise comes a new day, it’s time for me to sleep so I can catch the sunrise. As always, I would love to hear your thoughts.

Good night, beautiful people.

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Berlin, I love you

I would like to share my Berlin trip.

It started with me landing:

Immigration was super fast, just as I expected and I stepped out with my luggage. As I walked out, a man in a taxi yells at me “Taxi?” Without thinking about it for a moment, bearing in mind it was my first time in Berlin and the first time I was completely on my own in a new place, I said yes. He helped me with my suitcase, and off we went. I told him where I was staying:

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The cab journey was quite enjoyable, on the way to the hotel, he told me about all the places I must see during my stay. His name was Thomas and he was the most friendly cab driver I ever met, we spoke throughout the car ride and he wished me a pleasant stay.

As I was settling into my hotel, I remembered that a friend of mine, I went to university with, whom I haven’t spoken to in some time lived in Berlin. I got in touch with him and we had dinner together every day. It was nice to have someone to eat with. We even went to the Blue Man Group show, which was, well weird so say the least. It was an experience though but I didn’t enjoy it as I thought I would. At the end of the show, one of the members of the Blue Man Group, took a selfie from my phone:

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I was only there for almost two days and managed to see quite a few places, before I took the train to Hamburg, where I attended a work event. Berlin also made me realise how small the world is and I loved it. I bumped into an old classmate of mine, we were in law school together and it was almost surreal catching up with him on a random street in Berlin.

During the day, when I was by myself, I saw a few touristy places such as Victory Column:

Before I got to the column, I had to go through an underground pass and I was slightly obsessed with:

 


Here’s a full photo of the column:

I also went here, which was more of a stop over. I wasn’t entirely sure what it was, at first I thought it was graves as the cab driver pointed it out. I then read all the information about it and it turned out to be a memorial for all the lives lost as a result of the holocaust. Human beings always shock me.

 


I then walked to Brandenburger Tor:


Let’s not forget about the remnants of the Berlin wall:

And last but most certainly not the least:

I have a lot more photos, but that’s basically the highlights of my trip. I would most certainly go back to Berlin as I was mostly on west Berlin, during my stay and have missed out entirely on East Berlin.

It was one of my favourite trips, mostly because I was never brave enough to go to a place entirely on my own and when I went I wasn’t even the least bit anxious. I had a great time, even when I didn’t bump into random people I knew.

Until, next time Berlin, I will see you soon:

 


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Interesting fact

As I was looking for inspiration for today’s post, I came across a fact, which made me smile:

According to the National Insurance Crime Bureau, the most commonly stolen vehicle in 2012 was the 1994 Honda Accord.

We had that car for years, ours was gold (featured image is found in google, as we no longer have this car) and I still remember the new car smell it had when we bought it. My brothers and I had countless road trips in that car. When we were young we went to Saudi Arabia from the UAE in that car. As far as I remember, I was 6 and my brothers were 8 and 4. It was a 16 hour car journey and we put cartons of water bottles where our feet would be. So it became like a bed, more or less.

Whenever we went on a road trip, I would curl up on my side and sleep. Of course if you ask my brothers, they will say I took all the place, which I possibly did, I was sleeping so I’m not sure how accurate they were in their accusations. I’ve always been skinny and they would always tease me for taking so much space for a someone as skinny as me.

Amazing how quickly time flies, I feel like the three of us practically grew up in that car. We’d play the oddest games. Have you ever heard of dead leg or dead arm? Well, it’s a game where one person hits the other so hard that your arm or leg goes numb. It’s only fun in hindsight, I assure you. I am actually laughing at the memory of it.

In some ways, I’m not surprised that the 1994 Honda Accord model is the most stolen, maybe the thieves had equally good memories? Maybe we can give them that benefit of the doubt. As for me, I’m glad in my own selfish way that so many of those cars were stolen. I can honestly say that I probably wouldn’t have thought of that car today had I not seen this fact. It was a wonderful trip down memory lane. As I live, the more curious I get about the mysterious ways of God and how random connections come your way. Remember, everything is connected or maybe it isn’t, who knows?

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Interesting thought 

I saw the featured image and thought “woah I can relate”.

Lately I’ve had a bit of a scattered mind, I think too much and too deeply about way to many things as one thought leads to the next and it’s a never ending chain.

This image put somethings into perspective. It’s best to finish a task/thought before moving on to the next, otherwise one might simply just get slightly burnt out.

This is something I was curious about sometime ago and coincidentally before I googled it, I saw a really interesting article about multitasking about two years ago, sadly I don’t have the link to it but I remember it saying that multitasking with devices is bad for your brain*. Scientists believe that such behaviour trains the brain to be disorganised, makes it difficult for the brain to remember/recall things as it rewires it in a non efficient way and interestingly it also releases dopamine which is the chemical in the brain associated with drug abusers.

In a lot of cases such an activity will be responsible for lowering a persons IQ. Also if you are in the habit of doing this, have you noticed that when you are watching tv and your phone isn’t around you, it makes you restless? That’s the dopamine kick you’re craving.

It’s always better to focus on one thing at a time, it’s also how law of attraction can work in your favour. Scientifically speaking, when you focus on one thing at a time, your brain is able to process and store the information better (by storing it in the hippocampus, the “library of your mind”).

Try focusing on one thing at a time, I know I will and let’s see how things change.

*this is the Link

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Ford Thunderbird

Gosh, I love vintage cars. 

I saw the beauty in the featured image as I was on my way to get lunch. It caught my eye from across the street and I’ve spent all morning trying to figure out what car it is. 

Finally, after much research, I have uncovered it to be a Ford Thunderbird 1955 model. It felt like such an accomplishment, safe to say my efforts paid off. 

One of the reasons I really want to go to Cuba is because, from what I have seen, it feels as thought you’ve gone back in time to the 50s. It’s like the movie, back to the future and everything is “vintage” 

Here’s a photo of Havana I have found from the internet: 


Really beautiful isn’t it? One of my friends went not too long ago and loved it. I’m curious to see if I would be brave enough to go. I shall not be afraid. 

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