We are in a very different process for all of us since March 2020. Some of us ruled well, some of us wondered what to do, some of us collided with their lives, some of us got tired, and it is a fact that we all but all of us are in a completely different period that we have never encountered before.
Mine passes with ups and downs. It is a process where I observe other versions of myself by saying that one day is terribly good, one day terribly depressed, one day moving, the other day without purpose, and observing life from another window.
Meanwhile, my agenda is different again. I embarked on something called the "Jar of Happiness" made by the Japanese. I had intentions for 2 years, but it was this time. Jar of Happiness is as follows: You write a little note about a happiness you have experienced every day on a piece of paper and throw it into the jar. You read at the end of 365 days, and even if we think we have an unhappy life, when you look at the jar, you see that it is not exactly like that at all. There are moments when we are happy, and there will always be. So far, the reflection on me is as follows: I have been reviewing every day before going to bed, and I also understand how mundane the moments when I am happy are moments that I will not notice during the day. It provides a great awareness, I recommend it to all of you.
Due to the Jar of Happiness, putting my head on the pillow every night and thinking about what I did during the day and how I spent my day has started to stretch me recently. At night, my days are empty and meaningless. I started to experience panic. Every night "Alas! I couldn't do anything significant today ” I turned around with great stress.
However, I had a lot of stuff on hand. I had bought a lot of things that would distract myself, add something. It's so much when you say, hold the pen, hold the rope, hold the rope, millions of books, hold the books to the balance board. In fact, if I did all of them, there would be too many things to do during the day, in my day.
Sometimes I feel inside of me and touch them all. Sometimes I don't feel like it, I don't look at their faces.
But I saw that even though I touch my toys, I still cannot rest my head on the pillow at night. Again, I am not satisfied with myself, with my day.
At this point, I was awake.
How your day passed was directly proportional to what you did, not the number of things you did, but what you felt.
Question: Am I satisfied with the day I spent today?
Question: What do I need to feel satisfied with my day?
These two questions you read above came right after. Remember: Questions get bigger, bigger.
What opened this window to me was the panic, anxiety and boredom I go to bed every night. I think our elders did not say in vain: "Tight life is good, not dead". In today's world, even though we are running away from boredom at full speed, when you get bored and bored, people definitely find a way out of that squeeze with the survival instinct.
As you can see, I was very tired of my nights ending like this. I started looking: Does it satisfy me to laugh or do something with fun? What if I have a quality chat with someone? If I just dream today, would I be satisfied with my day, myself? Search with lots of questions like these. What they all have in common is for my feelings. Because I have seen that the activities you try to do, such as tasks just to spend the day full, never work. Even people get colder than them when they do self-loading like a task where they enjoy it.
For example, what if I listen to those dear birds that constantly chirp at any time of the day? I don't do anything else either. Will I be satisfied? I think I will be satisfied with the best quality! Even if you do something, the quality of it and the way it addresses you is very important, not the number of things you do.
I understand. Thank God I got it.
Now, continue right here.
Where are you in your life these days?