Today is temporary.
This life is temporary.
The only constant is change.
Who am I to steal Your magic?
The innocent gleam in Your eye.
To take away wonder would be tragic
And something that I will not deny.
At night You sleep, my heart You keep,
I steal another good night kiss.
In dreams we go our separate ways,
With You my heart will always stay,
It will always be like this.
Originally posted on: https://www.instagram.com/p/B623UvMD1um/?igshid=msxo3o4qvjco
What is the meaning of our existence
If spark that is life is gone in an instant?
Always a focus on a better tomorrow
As a way to escape today’s sorrow.
Look to escape all of this stress
Live in the now of mindfulness.
This life must surely be a dream:
That I am a cog in a machine.
A tool in the workings of an economy,
Connected in the back and front, you see
I am a piece of lubed up machinery.
This cannot be our destiny:
To never walk the path, be free.
The work, the purpose, the pretending,
We grind the gears, never ending.
Refuse to be a tool of evil machinations.
Don’t lose the light despite the condemnation.
Know you will die and know this well:
At times this life might seem like hell.
Before you go, do not regret that
You won’t last, and they’ll forget
Your struggles, sweat and pain endured
And let the malice be so cured.
Published on Instagram 12/6/2019
Interviews are nerve-racking. There are many things to keep in mind and to prepare: research othe company, practice your answers (at least to the questions that you think you can prepare for). Then there is the choice of what clothes to wear. Determining the time you should leave in order to get to the interview site on time.
Am I forgetting anything?
Oh yes, don’t forget to breathe.
Likely you will get a bit nervous. And a little anxious. Aa result you might forget to do one very important thing: You will forget to breathe, which in turn will cause you to get even more anxious (your body needs air 😁).
There are many things that are out of our control. So, breathe, my friend!
Originally posted on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/posts/artemaltman_interviews-are-nerve-racking-there-are-many-activity-6597105316146495488-kTyo
No words needed. Just the sound of the waves.
As I get older I realize that I will never have another second of my life back. Death does not worry me. It is inevitable that my body should cease it’s function. What scares me is regret and the idea that the light from the candle of my life was dim instead of burning so bright as to illuminate the whole universe.
I do not need any congratulations for being a father. Neither and award or a sentimental ‘Happy Father’s Day’ are a pleasant sound to my ears. It is all so painful to see and hear. Because it is always a work on progress, fatherhood it is not something to be proud of. It is not an end product, but an ever evolving state of being.
Presently fathers do not spend enough time with their children in order for the whole venture to be considered a job. What is accomplished in the miniscule amount of time that is alloted for fatherhood?
Jidu Krishnamurti, a 20th philosopher, had this to say over half-a-century ago:
I think we have to begin observing what actually is going on, the actual fact. We have children and we send them off to school as quickly as possible. We have our own private life independent of the children and we think we love our children and we have really very little relationship with our children. That’s the actual fact – no? So one wonders, as one sees not only in India and the East but also in the West, why we educate children at all. Is it merely to acquire knowledge so that they can earn a livelihood and therefore conform to the pattern of the society which the elder generation have established? Go on, you have to discuss this with me, please. The elder generation is responsible for the total mess the world is in. Right? Not only the parents but the grandparents and the great-great-great-great grandparents. And do we educate the children to conform to the pattern which the older generation have established? That’s one point. And actually what is going on in the world – the parents have very little time with their children. They have their offices, their factories, and the mother and the father have to earn more because the society, the expansive society: buy more and more and more. So the parents have very little time with their children and so they are sent off to schools as quickly as possible. These are all facts. And when they come home, the children, the parents are tired, and fortunately or unfortunately there is the television and the children are put in front of it and for god’s sake don’t bother me because I am tired. Right?
We are not born in order to live in comfort, to spend all of our days sleeping comfortably while enveloped in the warmth of our feathery beds. What a bore life would be if all we had are luxuries and security. What makes people so special as to think that we should get all that we want?
What is the purpose of our being if not to realize how far we can go in life. I am not just talking about thrill-seeking pursuits. We can go ptetty far in the matters of the heart and mind. What do mean when we say that we want success? A brand new shiny car? A big house? A different kind of marker that declares to the world: I made it! By chasing external dictates we suffocate our internal drive to self-actualization. Not everyone can achieve an equal measure of success. But an individual can and should define what success truly means deep down in the heart.
What makes the time allotted to us worthwhile is not having an easy road to travel on. It is the ability to acquire the strength to endure and persevere in order to see what we are ultimately are capable of.
Oftentimes my mind dwells on the past. I know. I know that it is useless,but I can’t help but to think, to wish that things had turned out differently. I wish that my dad and I had meaningful conversations on the meaning of life. Wish we’d engage in philosophical debates. Wish that we could have discussed… substantial things.
My father and I had bonded through our common interest in sports, more specifically basketball. On school days I would often stay up late in order to watch the late night West-Coast NBA games. He took me to a couple of (New Jersey) Nets games while I was in high school. I reciprocated once I started working. During my first year of college I moved out. Afterwards, such a long-distance relationships was strenuous at best.
Is it the age difference? I am the first child of a second marriage for both of my parents. My dad was 37 when I was born. The year he turned five-years-old Joseph Stalin had died. When I turned 5 the first McDonald’s opened up in Moscow.You are certain to find flaws while looking at the facts of the past. More flaws than one cares to admit while gazing at the reflection in the mirror.
I have many regrets. But, I’m learning to let go of the past and to embrace the now. There are things that I’m certainly thankful for: the Glen Miller Orchestra, the Barry Sisters and Chubby Checker. There were bed-time stories of Odysseus triumphing over the Cyclops. I have ways admired him for his breadth of knowledge and maybe I have him to thank for sparking my curiosity. My dad was there each and every basketball game. He was even my coach for a while.
He isn’t perfect. He is my dad. I am what I am because he is who he is. The good, the bad, as we as the annoying habits that I picked up from him.
Some say that we do not chose our parents. On the contrary, maybe between our past life and this one we are indeed given a choice as to the type of lesson that we would like to lean in this lifetime, as well as chose the teacher that will will impart that knowledge.
I won’t complain about my life. Many can only dream about the life I live. Many would envy my ‘problems‘. I am lucky. I know that. My father isn’t perfect. Neither am I. Perfection could be a nice place to live in, but the residents can get pretty boring. My father isn’t perfect. Neither am I. I will enjoy the sights on the way there. And it looks like I have many places to visit along the way.
For the longest time I’ve had a delusional image of what an ideal parent should be: a parent had to be perfect in order to raise a infant into a well-adjusted adult. Say the right things. Do the right things. But what is a perfect parent anyway?!? There is no such thing! There is only progress toward the realization of your potential as a human being. Whether that is through being compassionate, operating with a sense of justice or any other life-philosophy.
Perfection could just be a theoretical state, as far as an individual is concerned. Just a carrot hanging just out of reach. Never meant for us to taste. There to keep us moving forward. There is no such thing as perfect. There is only incremental improvement. This is how humanity will progress towards self-actualization: our forefathers build the foundation and it is up to the next generation to add on. It won’t be perfect. We will not have a chance to fix the mistakes of our fathers. We can surely learn from them. It would be foolish to ignore their wisdom.