The sound of clipped wings

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Did someone try to clip your wings ?
You can fly away

It was not fair and it was not right. But it would be much worse if  you failed to see your new wings. We all have them, but sometimes we forget to use them. I will shed tears for you when I need to, but I will not shed tears when the hurricane is over.  This is when I`ll be there and watch you try to fly. I will protect you, I will make you stronger, and if I cry, it will be tears of pride.   20140706-003208-1928688.jpg

If these wings could fly

Damn these walls
In the moment we’re ten feet tall

Open your wings and fly over every wall. I’ll see you on the other side.



The sound of freedom cries

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I have just finished a book I really liked. I wrote myself about the perils of too much freedom when I still went to school and had to produce my first essay. It was about a boy who was left to himself by his parents, which he initially enjoyed. Things got out of hand, though, and I ended the essay before we knew the outcome. My teacher (who had given me quite bad grades before) apparently liked this one, and read it aloud in class. After that, I suddenly got better grades, and I actually met the same teacher one year ago by coincidence. I told him I had become a pscyhologist, and he said: I thought you might go in that direction. I was stunned, as I usually hear: Isn`t that a tough job?

To read more about the book by Jonathan Frantzen (I`ve also read correction, another joyfull read), I present a review underneath.

“Acceptance of the unacceptable

is the greatest source of grace in this world.”

~ Eckhart Tolle



We have been raised in a world, where limitless freedom is the ultimate value. We shrink at the possible thought that someone somewhere might forbid us to do something. We look with fear at countries such as North Korea, where freedom is almost non-existent, and we admire and revere the US and Europe where almost everything is possible. We find it difficult to understand life in the 19th century, where women were dependent on men for their survival, where marriages were arranged, and where the family you were born in determined your entire future. We believe that we have managed to conquer all of the limitations of the past generations and we now live in this perfect world, where freedom can take you anywhere you want to be. We (and I strongly include myself in that) never stop to even think that maybe too much freedom might be bad for us. That indefinite freedom might actually mean a longer rope to hang ourselves.

His most famous novel, The Corrections  (next on my reading list) brought him world fame and the National Book Award. Freedom, his long-awaited novel, actually received very mixed reviews. I have always been drawn to extremes. Novels that half of the people adore and the other half hate. People that provoke either passionate admiration or utter contempt. Movies that some revere and others simply detest . Anything that is able to invoke polar strong feelings in people must be well past average, must be brilliant in some way.

Through the life of a single family, the Berglunds, Franzen exposes all the ills of the free contemporary society we live in. Freedom has brought us on the verge of extinction (although we probably do not realize that). Overpopulation, pollution, environmental contamination, national resources scarcity and species extinction, to name a few, are among the problems that will rather sooner than later endanger the survival of the smartest animal on Earth. And yet we continue to exploit what has been given to us, blind to other people and to nature, desperate to fulfil some void inside us by doing more, getting more, taking all of the chances available to demonstrate that we are free. Free to lead an amazing life or free to fuck it up as we wish:

You may be poor, but the one thing nobody can take away from you is the freedom to fuck up your life whatever way you want to.

The Berglunds are the typical American family, which on the surface has achieved the American dream. Patty, once a college basketball star, is now a stay-at-home mother, taking care of two children. Walter is a hard-working, non-drinking and attentive husband, who adores his wife and his two children. They are the perfect neighbours, who are ready to forgive anyone anything, as long as their own privilege is forgiven.

And yet, the freedom that steams from the attainment of the American dream seems not to be enough. What probably makes Freedom so powerful is that everyone can recognize himself or herself in one of the characters at some point. The prodigal son, who leaves home and becomes a Republican, wishing to differentiate from his father as much as possible. The woman who falls into a mid-life depression and wanders helplessly between the good man she married and the bad man she wished she had but never did. The husband who had the unfortunate luck to fall in love with a woman, who can make him both incredibly happy and utterly miserable. The rock star, whose self-destructive ways arise more sympathy than reproach.

Freedom is indeed a great American novel, but it is also a great universal novel. Because the problems that Franzen exposes are as valid for the US as for the rest of the developed world. The author easily jumps from past to present and through the point-of-view of different characters explores a world of infidelity, dysfunctional parent-children relationship, depression, excessive drinking, drug addictions, self-loathing and insecurity. I am inclined to believe that humanity cannot successfully deal with the excessive freedom inflicted upon it. In an ever more confusing and complex world, we are exposed to both the benefits and the burden of personal liberties:

Where did the self-pity come from? The inordinate volume of it? By almost any standard, she led a luxurious life. She had all day every day to figure out some decent and satisfying way to live, and yet all she ever seemed to get for all her choices and all her freedom was more miserable. The autobiographer is almost forced to the conclusion that she pitied herself for being so free.

People came to this country for either money or freedom. If you don’t have money, you cling to your freedoms all the more angrily.

Freedom explores the shortcomings of both personal and national freedom to criticize a society that has focused too much on liberties and has come to regard constraints as evil. However, when the soul becomes overburdened with freedom, when anything is just a click away, when technological advancement allows you to be here and there simultaneously, personal relationships become obsolete. We have been focusing for too long on our own personal freedom to notice and understand that we need to coexist with 7 billion other people. Freedom in that sense must not be regarded as the freedom to do whatever you want now, just because you can or you must, but Freedom is one long series of well placed notes strapped to pitbulls. It’s a highly engineered work of fiction about important and subtle realities of life that almost anyone will be able to read with pleasure and take at least something from. In a world that seems to have fewer meaningful stories, and ever more escapist fantasies, that makes Freedom a book of immense power and value.

Too much freedom indeed becomes detrimental because as everything is possible, nothing is really valuable.




Review 2:   in Jonathan Franzen

The quote: Sargam Misra on December 22, 2013 in Path to Inner Alchemy

More on overpopulation:  Isler


The sound of jumping up and down

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Where do I put all my energy? Where do I shelve my excitement, or am I free to jump up and down with simple joy? My clients see my jumpy side all the time, since it`s not unusual that they see me standing on my chair, kicking invisible enemies or plumping down on the floor. And why not?

There`s Jumpmuch to be excited about. Sometimes I simply MUST show this excitement, even if it  demands a flapping hand or two. I`m not the only one either (not with hands, I know most people have them). I`m not alone! Actually, there`s many in the secret “ecstasy-class”. Instead of discussing the fix we won`t take, we discuss how we can shoot more of life`s fixes, WITHOUT hiding. We have certain steps we go through, and one of the last ones (that transform us, of course) is spreading the fixes to lots of others. When we do that, we feel even more ecstatic.

Can you imagine the jumping glee I felt when I just discovered another person perfect for the ecstasy group? I immediately spotted her ecstasy queen jumping in all directions while shouting something that sounds like: yeeeeaaahhhhiiiiiaaaaahhhhh!

I already love her, and took the freedom to spread her burning passion like others spread diseases.


The Fault In Our Stars by John Green is probably one of my favorite books that I read this summer. I thought I’d include some of my favorite quotes from the book. :)

  1. “I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once.”
  2. “Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.” 
  3. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
  4. “Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.” 
  5. “Some people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them,” I said.“Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That’s what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.” 
  6. “The marks humans leave are too often scars.” 
  7. “Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.” 
  8. “May I see you again?” he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.I smiled. “Sure.”“Tomorrow?” he asked.“Patience, grasshopper,” I counseled. “You don’t want to seem overeager.“Right, that’s why I said tomorrow,” he said. “I want to see you again tonight. But I’m willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious,” he said. 
  9. “You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.” 
  10. “The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we’d done were less real and important than they had been hours before.” 
  11. “You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.” 
  12. “Maybe ‘okay’ will be our ‘always” 
  13. “You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.” 
  14. “And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone.” 
  15. “That’s the good thing about pain. It demands to be felt.”

Three words: Best. Book. Ever. Seriously, go read it. It’s amazing!

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Every person can do many acts of love.

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The sound of flying birds (breaking free)

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Right now I have a brand new feeling inside me. It`s like packing out strange food covered with plastic, revealing a smell that is unfamiliar and exciting. I got the same feeling of strangeness when I ate fried bananas and ice cream for the first time.  First I did not know if I liked the taste, because it was so completely different from anything I`d tried before.

I can feel the newness of this new feeling it in my stomach and throat, but have not been able to label it yet. It comes from strange coincidences (or faith?) connected to the theme flying (I`ve always dreamt about flying, it has been one of the few recurring dreams I have, but usually when I can`t control it). The song I present might convey some of what I`m trying to say:

Kate Earl- Learning to fly

It seems like faith has lifted me
I can’t seem to keep my feet on the ground

I no longer hide
So i let the sun wash over me
Cause there’s no darkness left
To hold me down
And i feel it’s light
Now i found the spark
That was missin in my life

I earned these wings
I was not born with them
and it’s no accident
How i walked through
The rain and the fire

Lyrics from