Unjust Yourself to Justify Life

"Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind." Henry David Thoreau

Kitchen is the first mediation room to life. First I separate dishes into their size and type. I start washing with less dirty ones. I switch to more dirty ones by one by. Until the end of the same sizes I don't stop. Before bigger size dishes I clean worktop and after all I switch to saucepans and pans. I clean the worktop again, dry kitchen cloth hang them onto radiator and switch off the lights.

Laundry is the second mediation room to life. I first tidy up all dirty clothes in my room it's smarten up in a way. I put them into clothes basket and carry them two floor downstairs to the laundry.I wash them and calculate estimate finish time to get them back on time and dry them up by the dryer softly. I carry them again back to room, fold them up carefully and stow in them slowly and in an order. Especially I concern to be seated while I'm folding socks.

If I'm tired I'm aware that I wanted to be. If I'm confused or stucked in mind I consider them as a positive hindrance which may not be elevate humankind behalf of me but elevate my consciousness.

I intend to immerse in everything I do. Ethic has nothing to do with my answers to the question "Why?" I have everything to do in general to choose the way I walk and to be a change. I intend to spend time willingly without being impatient.

Miracle of the moment!..

Çarşıdan Aldım Bir Tane Eve Geldim Oha AQ

So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him.Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling...Seeing that!

If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid...

I ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help.

If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever.

If I asked you about yourself, you'd probably array all the words about what you like, what you don't, what you've been into, but how often you've been touched into you? How often you had clash with yourlself truly without any hesitation?

What you've been is almost never what you are truly in your sense. You're the one that should really experience yourself. No one will tell you what you really think except yourself. So tell me what you've been thinking?!

What you've been experiencing?