We cannot have everything in life.
It has been 2 months since I relocated to Warsaw and you cannot imagine the joy and happiness I feel everyday when I wake up in the morning.
(Nope! Not necessarily next to a Polish chick… you naughty )
Warsaw holds most of the responsibility for the changes my life has seen, the changes I have undergone.
To come back to the little paradise means a lot to me. During the first 3 months I was here, I learned things that would have otherwise taken a quarter of a century.
Day after day, I felt the maturity invade my body and spirit.
My way of speaking, communicating and interacting with people completely changed. I am not here to show off, and I do not want to appear arrogant, but whenever I shared something that was important to me, with another, I saw their eyes light up, shining and sparkling.
I saw their hearts open up to me, like a romantic book that I flipped through…or like a classical symphony that I played.
And if you ask me how I did that, do not wait that I speak about NLP.
No amigo, I am not a fan of these diabolical methods, neither am I interested by them.I succeeded in creating an emotional connection with my listeners, and that was the fruit of all the international networks I built during my travels.
I met people from everywhere on Earth. You give me the name of a country, and I will have a friend there who I could visit. (ok, I don’t have a friend at the North Pole, but yes I do have one at the South Pole)
All this to say that I learned a lot of beautiful things in life, and I continue to do so.But this weekend, I learned an important lesson, and without doubt, the most important lesson I’ve ever learned in my entire life.
I was visiting a friend in Berlin…and from the moment I arrived, I plunged into an ocean of melancholy.
I replayed in my mind, all the good times I had, and all the faces of the people I met. In a fraction of a second, I was so amazed by the feelings Berlin had provoked in me, it was as if I was teleported to another galaxy, where oxygen was replaced by special feelings and unique emotions.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and portrayed my best smile…
Life is beautiful. The world, is beautiful.
When going back to Warsaw, I experienced the same thing, but this time, the inverse.
I was sad, nostalgic, and did not want to leave the city. I saw some of my dearest friends, and we spent a weekend that I would call exceptional. (ok, ok… I also saw one of my sweethearts, that played as well ^^)
So I stopped to think about this mixed bag of feelings.
Why did I feel sad when I always wanted to go back and live in Warsaw?
Why do I feel sad when it was my decision to leave Berlin ?
And why do I get bored when I’m Morocco with my family, with childhood friends and with people that appreciate me?
Why am I never satisfied?
Why do I want Natalia when I am happy with Sophia?
Why do I leave Sophia, to be with Natalia…And then in a few weeks I leave Natalia as well, to try to seduce another girl ?
Why so much personal dissatisfaction ?
I do not wish to play the philosopher here, but my point is to share with you this thought that is seriously close to my heart. I discussed this issue with a friend, and she shared exactly the same thoughts. She has travelled much more than I have, and she has realised this little emotional dysfunction too.
Why are human beings never satisfied ?
Why do we always want more ?
Why do we always want a prettier girlfriend ? A sexier girlfriend ? Maybe for some, a richer ?
Why do we want a job that pays more ?
Why do we want a phone that has more functions ?
Why do we want a car that is more stylish ?
Why all these questions, when we could simply enjoy life in its simplicity and authenticity ?
I don’t know about you, but I have decided to stop complicating my life and beating a dead horse.
Life is too good to be convoluted.
Your friend (in Aristotle’s skin),
I would love to hear you thoughts on this. Please feel free to leave a comment, and share with us what you think. Do you feel the same when you visit places you’ve been to ? Let’s us know !