Watch your language

I just received a copy of a very interesting study made by three Universities in the United Kingdom on colour perception.

They found a tribe in Africa with a language limited to three words to describe colours.  One word for the dark colours, one for middle range colours and one for very light colours.

To make a long a story short, in one of these studies, they showed different illustrations with different shades of the same colour to members of that tribe and they immediately identified the two shades that had a slight difference. But, when they showed the same illustration to westerners, who did not have different words to define those shades of green, they could not find the difference or took a long time to notice it. They haven´t got different words to describe those colours, therefore those westerners couldn’t find the difference so easily.

But when the scientist showed an illustration with six green squares and one blue square, westerners immediately pointed at the blue square, but people from that tribe couldn’t find it. They have the same word to describe both colours. For them the concept was the same and as colours are concepts we create in our minds, they could not find the difference. Continue reading

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The thin line (Rambling)

One of the hardest things for me is trying to identify the difference between a “forced” situation and a “natural” one.

And now I know I am not alone there, because that is one of the most frequent questions I get asked all the time.

When I am trying to “force” an event, an action, a response to something that suddenly appears in my path.  I have learnt to “measure” my direction depending on the “roughness” of the road.  That is, when you are finding too many “rocks” on your path, that could be a signal that you are transiting the wrong road. Continue reading

Are you proud?

After all these years of living your life in your own way, after acquiring habits, ideas, skills and knowledge and creating the person you are now. What do you think of the results? Are you proud of your life?

And I am talking on a general level, not specifics.

I know there are many things you have accomplished and that can make your feel proud of yourself. And yes, there are thousands of things you haven’t achieved yet but that shouldn´t make you feel less proud of who you are now. Continue reading

Your deeds

I used to think that trophies and medals, awards and acknowledgements were a sign of success. And maybe in most cases this is so, but I was shocked to learn how easy is nowadays to buy or get one when you have enough cash in your wallet or you know the “right” people.

I do not usually accept those things because I feel I haven´t really earn them yet. I know so many people with years of experience, hard work, perseverance and especially great results to show and, most times, they are ignored. Continue reading

This lesson I learnt today

Many years had passed since the last time I talked to him, but it was such a nice surprise to see him again. His look was as usual strong but more relaxed at the same time. It was difficult to say what the real difference was.

We had share many years in our childhood but our paths took different directions. But now that we had found each other again it was so nice to be able to talk about the good old times and share the new as well.

After sometime of listening to his story and then taking my turn to tell mine, we were so amazed of how different our lives had been and being now sharing this little moment here and now was even more amazing. Continue reading

Your journey

No, I gave up a long time ago. Those typical “Yeah, right” glances and smirks, those rolling eyes and sudden changes of topic in the conversation were just too much for me.

So yes, I did give up on trying to make the others understand me.

I don´t like to watch sports on TV but if you are a man, have you tried to tell other men you don´t like it and then they look at you as if you just arrived from a distant planet in a new discovered galaxy. Continue reading

Old?

When I was in my teenage years I remember I thought that when I´d turn 30 I would be officially an adult.  My uncle was 55 years old at that time and he told me he felt awesome, in good health and as active as ever.

Of course I thought he was only trying to make others think that he was not too old. I believed he was really old at that age and I told him so.

He just laughed and told me that age was not really in the body but in your mind. I laughed even harder and thought he was just trying to convince his mind that he was still young and strong. Nevertheless I was very impressed to see how hard he trained at the gym that day. Continue reading

Are we different?

I just received an email from a friend in Japan. She shares with me some of her hopes and fears and I was surprised to see how “similar” our dreams and problems were.

But why was I so surprised? I have been there and when I was in Japan, and actually after getting to know the people and customs there I was “accepted” in the community.  To me they were like anyone else and I think I was taken as one more in the bunch.

So where did I begin to think they could feel or experience life in a different way than I do?

Being now on the other side of the planet, when I hear about Japan is like listening from a different world.  But that is only an error in my perspective.

Distance is relative to the observer, just like time. Continue reading

Your smile

I was looking at him while I was waiting for the traffic lights to change so I could cross the street. He was a middle age man with old and dirty clothes who look very upset, people around him passed by his side ignoring him, or at least trying to pretend he was not there since he was speaking in loud voice something I couldn’t understand, he look more and more upset as more people passed by his side looking to the other side.

I wasn´t sure what his problem was but he look very disturbed.  The cars finally stopped and I was able to cross that wide avenue. As I approached the other side I was able to see that he remained on the other side, he didn´t cross the street when the cars stopped.  So he wasn’t mad for not being able to cross, he wasn’t in a hurry as the rest of the people around him. Continue reading

Vive la differénce!

I was overhearing some people talking right in front of me on the street and they were saying that everybody should just search for friends with the same hobbies, interests etc.  They were saying that a perfect community is one with harmony and balance.  But although I disagreed with them, since I believe balance consists in variety, they seemed to agree that if all your friends share your hobbies, interests and opinions, you will have more long lasting friendships

I couldn’t find out what there were talking about or what the bases of their comments were, since they were just walking in front of me for a little while, but I kept thinking about that subject for a long while. Continue reading