Time is yours

In the last few days, I have tried to find a new perspective in life. Time seems to pass so fast and often in things that are not very exciting… here a trick that came useful to me… and that’s how I gave a name to what I have been doing: COGNITIVE RE-FRAMING!

You can read it on ThriveGlobal here.

light blue water bubbling

Chip chip

Birds follow my commuting train

And measure with me to the south

In this rainy day.

Their voices are far,

their wings looking for adventure in the lab,

My hands in a bag of chips

Fitted for breakfast.

December morning

You cannot escape
the rays of the sun
On a December morning.
Pure energy,
They attract and recharge you
When no entertainment
seemed possible.

Train travel

On the silent train,
I space-travel and time-travel
With no effort.
The welcoming feeling of home
is left behind in a step
And ne realities kick in
Unlimited.

Train catcher

Rushing to the train
Is an art on its own
That only with intelligence you can master.
Quick and instinctive my steps
used to accelerate behind the illusion
Of being the first.
I was crashed and let alone on the track.
I learnt too appreciate each step
That with consciousness I stamp on the ground
And can guide myself faster to the station.

Train commuting

The next station has been called
Once again in this familiar train.
The journey is however different
Each day
With a summary of this local world
On the silent pale faces
And the black dogs
Sleeping dreamy below bikes full of desert dust.

Morning start

Silently the train approaches me
And the action starts.
The day and its plot are initiated
By my expert and warm gestures
Moving towards the lab.
Everything looks like yesterday night
But a wow is hidden somewhere
Also today.

Pacing heart

The train with its jumps,
The radio with its melodies,
The dripping of the rain
Are all rhythms competing with my heart.
I want to follow you
But you are too quiet
And your hiding in the noises leads me nowhere.
Listening inward
To pace my life.

On the way to the lab

The sun is shy today
And clouds seem to buffer
The full potential of a day in the lab.
Trepidation takes me there,
Expectations drive my walk to the bench,
Reasoning on unheard hypotheses
Excites my ego and hurries my hands.