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A grain of sesame seed

A very wise man once wrote: If you have imagination as a grain of sesame seed, all things are possible to you.

Ever since I read that, I believed it. In fact, the book changed my life, because it changed how I see the world. To be honest, at this point in my life, I can’t really remember how I saw the world before this book, but I certainly remember how it felt. And it wasn’t a very nice feeling.

For some reason,  I have always felt trapped in this world. Trapped among people, between situations, circumstances, laws, rules and “have to do’s”. And I don’t enjoy feeling trapped.

So this book changed my life. From being helplessly trapped, I started realizing I am my own master of creation. I create my world, my situations, my traps … If I am trapped, it’s because I have trapped myself, and I am free to walk away from this trap.

So far, so good. This is honestly how I feel and how I see this world of mine. This means, of course, I am also responsible for every single feeling, situation and helplessness I encounter. This can be quite the burden sometimes since it’s much nicer to blame others for my circumstances.

At the moment, I am feeling helplessly trapped, and as always, I am not enjoying it. And I’m not enjoying knowing that I’m the only person who can change this since I am the master of my own life. So what to do …?

The situation is that I am looking for a full-time job. I have been for about a year. Freelancing and part-timing as an editor is fun, but I need a full-time steady job instead. And since I have yet to finish and master my creation of the novel I can publish and sell for billions and trillions to live on happily ever after, this is what I need to do right now: find a full-time job. (I guess sometimes my imagination is limited to less than a  grain of sesame seed, sorry, Richard.)

I have been looking for a little more than a year now, sending out a steady stream of applications. At first, I was selective, now less so. I apply for basically anything I can possibly do. I believed in myself, I believe in my experience, my knowledge, my education, my talents, etc. And I believe I write pretty decent applications, yet I have still even to land a single interview. How can this be?

Now this question I haven’t been able to answer. Of course, there is the obvious answer that someone with more talent than I always apply for the same jobs. But still … And believing that I am the master of my own life, how can I not create this opportunity for myself? Am I blocking myself so this won’t happen? Am I meant for something else? Am I blind or staring down the wrong road?

What I do know is that this stand-still is killing me; killing my mood, my energy, my spirit. I want this and it doesn’t happen. At the moment, it’s weighing down on me to the point where I can’t even read. No book appeals, nothing comforts.

I was just looking over my endless bookshelves, pausing to think, and my eyes caught “Illusions” again. I know this book by heart, every line, every comma, every dot of ink. And I love this book so much. Picking it up, I remembered something Richard always said: If you need an answer, pick anything readable, turn to a random page and read the answer to your question.

Let’s try this. Question: Why can’t I get a full-time job right now?

Book says: “There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts.”

Very well, Richard. I’ll let this simmer for the night.

Oh, and dear reader, if you haven’t already read it, get yourself “Illusions.”







The past

Have you ever had one of those days when all you do seem to be leading to the past rather than the future? You are suddenly overwhelmed by memories, events long gone, people met and lost, things you did, said, thought years and years ago, and nothing you do enables you to move forward? Everything points back, and you get stuck in this muddle of memories as if you need to find a key to unlock forward movement once again?


Well, I’m there right now. Sat at my desk, trying edit a manuscript for work, I keep getting distracted by my past. Not just a single event, a person or an idea, but my entire past, every moment that has led to this now. That’s quite a lot.

Why did I do that? Why did I go there? Why did this person enter my life? Why didn’t I choose differently, and why did that have to happen?

Those questions are impossible to answer and they lead nowhere. All I can work with is the future, from now and onward. I can’t use the past. Sure, you can learn from past mistakes, but you’ll never really know if you’re about to make one again. Possibly getting lost in the past is the biggest mistake you can make!

I really ought to get back to work. Really, really …

So much have happened in my life, incredible … So much leading to now. Where would I be if I had chosen differently? Would I know the people I know? Would I be where I am? Why couldn’t I have gone through with this or that?

And what is it about memory? Why do we remember some things but not others? I have tried this often in the company of old friends: They mention some funny event or person from our shared past, and I have no recollection of it or him/her. But I remember other things, which my friend doesn’t. How does our brain pick out what to remember? And is it possible to have forgotten very important things, which would change our life today?

I have a lousy memory, at least I think I do. I can easily forget what someone said or did, even that we met before, or that we had a serious and deep discussion last we met – I reintroduce myself politely, only later to be reminded that last I met this person, we got close. How is that possible? I blame my busy life – too much to do, too much to deal with from day-to-day, why with kids, house, dog, work, and personal writing. I only hope these people aren’t too offended.

But the past, yes. It has a grip on me today. I travel back in time, seeing places and people long forgotten, and long-lost. Is it trying to tell me something? Is there something, here and now, I ought to do, something chained and locked in my past? And is it really possible for so much to happen in less than half a life?

So many people gone … People I loved so much … So many tough times I managed to go through … and so much joy and laughter. People I used to hang out with, long nights of music, beer and laughter, people I studied with, traveled with. So many people, and I don’t know where they are now … or they have become names on Facebook, sometimes stumbled upon. What decides who gets to stay and who gets left behind?

I run into a flood of tears as I remember my old cat, he was so cute, and what about that trip to Norway when I was nine, I wonder what happened to all those people – I can’t even remember a single name from the group! Why were we even there? Oh, right, it was the afterschool choir.

I really need to get back to work …