Time never waits. That's okay coz I don't wait for time

In Ian McEwan's The Child In Time time is not linear; on the contrary, time changes. Time can flow like water, constantly and steadily. Sometimes the flow is slower, like vodka that has just been taken from the freezer and slowly stretches into the glass. Now and again, time freezes and everything seems to stand still; you are stuck in a moment. And then, suddenly, time may also disappear into the air like vapour. It almost seems that time has three (or possibly more) states of matter. But time is not a matter nor a substance. We cannot touch it, while we might feel it slipping through our fingers. What is time?

It is quite funny how some things seem so long and others like few days ago. When I look back to the days I lived in Viljandi, it feels like ancient history. Yet, it seems to me that I began the life of a student in Tartu only a while ago. In the linearity of time, those things should follow one another but in my mind, there is some gap in between. It is funny and I think McEwan's book describes it just wonderfully. There's somekind of magic in that book, impossible to put into words, but you feel overwhelmed by it as soon as you've reached to the end. The main character Stephen experiences the fluidity of time when he sees a scene from the past: his mother and father as a young couple. Moreover, since his daughter, Kate, is kidnapped, the time concerned with her seems to stand still. When in a car crash, every seconds seems to last forever for Stephen and he is fascinated by that. He learns about time through his friends wife, a quantum physicist, and thus the reader feels educated by those philosophical conversations as well. The whole narrative of the books seems to have different speeds, just like time has for Stephen.

I feel that in some relationships, time can do magical things. I have a wonderful friend who unfortunately lives in another town. At times, she has even lived in another country. And for a long time as well. Yet I still feel, when we meet, that our time has stood still while we were apart. We can continue from where we left off without having to make up the 'lost time'. No time is lost actually, it is all there somewhere but we just don't need it. We can skip units of time and be in the same spacetime. How wonderful is that!

I'm sure we have all felt that time goes by really fast when we are having fun but seems to be oh so slow in a boring lecture or when taking a bus home. I think in this case, we can say that time exists in our head. It is our perception of it that makes the clock go faster or slower. When you have a lot to do, the week seems be over in a blink of an eye. The more fully we employ our time, the faster it goes. It feels as if a tight schedule gives energy to time to push onwards with greater speed. Is it good or bad? I think neither... When we stop to smell the roses, the time slows down as well.

Yes, the clock keeps on ticking but, more and more, I come to believe that I actually do have all the time in the world. I just need to figure out how to reach it. Until then I am going to enjoy the little spectacle that it offers me.

Time must be the magic in McEwan's book.
McEwan, Ian. 1988. The Child In Time. London: Pan Books Ltd

Friends will be friends?

Lately I have been thinking about politeness and about the way we are expected to act in the society. We, as humans, make our lives awfully difficult, don't we, with all the rules of conduct. And are they actually rules and if they are, are they still legitimate in the 21st century?

I would like to concentrate on the rules that set who we have to be friendly with. My mother is organising my father's birthday party. Nothing grand, because all he wanted was a small group of friends and family with whom he could feel comfortable. So, my dear mother, who is kind of slave to politeness, calls me and asks if she has to ask this and that person to come. As an arrogant little prat, I of course replied that she doesn't have to ask anyone she and my dad don't want to. The idea is to spend the part with people you want to be there. Luckily I got through to my mother and for once, she abandoned her strict sense of politeness.
Yesterday she calls me and was little anxious because one of those people she didn't ask (because a) she would not come anyway, and b) she's a bit annoying and generally not the most popular figure in the family), had called and asked if my father has some kind of important birthday. My mother did not give up and didn't pass the invitation; yet, she was still looking for my confirmation that what she did was right.

Did she do the right thing? Yes. If being overly polite spoils your fun, then it is not a good thing. I'm not saying all politeness is bad and restricting. No, I love when people are nice without a reason. 'Thank you', 'Here you are', 'Have a nice day' etc comprise the elementary politeness that brightens up anyone's day (and I'm relieved to know that those phrases are making their comeback into Estonian service culture). These little acts of kindness and politeness do not take away anything from anyone and make this world once again a little bit of better place.

Where to draw the line? I think that as long as you feel good about being polite and do not sacrifice anything, all is well.
I also think that we should not pretend to be friends and hang out with people how we don't like, who make us feel uneasy. Easier said than done.
My mother's example was one of those hard situations because it is to do with family and relatives and last time I checked you can't choose them. But then again, it was to do with a certain event and the option was there and I still think me and mum have done everything correctly. Another difficult situation is when you have a larger group of friends and you feel like one or few people there are those, who you do not want to be close with. 'Ay, there's the rub'
Do you put on a brave face and be 'polite' (i.e. befriend and hang out with him/her) because you have to for the sake of the group, or do you turn the cold shoulder and move on? I don't know.

The two guys on either of my shoulders (not sure which of them is the devil and which is the angel) seem to disagree. One says, 'You have to think about your own happiness and if you don't feel good with the person, so be it. Life is hard and you meet so many people anyway, you don't need those in your life who make you feel uncomfortable. It doesn't help for either of you!' The other fellow on the other shoulder says, 'Oh, but you've already known this person for years and you have been friends so far. It would be weird to back off now. Besides, you might lose the other people in the same group as well!'

There! This is where excessive politeness has brought us. You have to be friends with some people because... well, you just have to. Otherwise you'd be the cold-blooded superficial bitch. Yet, my voice of reason says that I'm not. So, until I find the golden mean, I'll force a smile and try to concentrate on people who I like being with.
(And maybe in her ultimate kindless, the Universe will sort this little problem out herself)

The Secret is out

On Monday, a friend of mine told me about a book she had recently read and brought it to me during our lunch on Wednesday. It was Rhonda Byrne's The Secret. To my mind, it is a mixture between a self-aid book and a kind of 'philosophical' contemplation. Wikipedia names it to be a '2006 best-selling a New Age self-help and spirituality book' which I think is a good enough classification.

The book itself teaches its readers about The Secret of how to lead one's life. The main focus is on the Law of Attraction. It says that what ever you want, the Universe will provide you with it, all you have to do is think about it and visualise it. It makes no difference what it is: money, love, health etc.

Although I tend to be a bit critical about all self-aid materials, I still liked the book. Some of the thoughts expressed there are actually worth considering. According to The Secret, you attract what you think about. Thus, if you think about the bad things in your life, you attract more bad things; the worrying will only attract more worrying. If you think about positive things, good stuff will happen to you.
And I must say I agree. There have been times in my life when I think I'm absolutely drowning in deep sh*t: I have had so much to do, and so little time and other resources to actually do everything. And for the few last years I've learned that when I'm in this kind of black hole, the best thing is to let go. I just say to myself, 'F*ck it all, I'll stop worrying, everything will fall into its rightful place in the end anyway!'. And you know, everything does go as it is supposed to go as soon as I stop worrying and let the Universe (or fate or whatever) take over. Whether it is my university work, my dancing things or family business, after a while I discover that everything is running smoothly again.
I believe that it is a knowledge that very many people could benefit from. We as human beings spend way too much time and energy worrying about everything instead of concentrating on the end result. The Secret tells us to visualise what we want and then let the Universe provide the how and when and other details. We just need to believe that it is as good as done.
In a very pragmatic way you can say it works because when you stop worrying, you can see things much clearly and see the opportunities that you didn't know existed before. Moreover, you put more energy into actually achieving your goal, than worrying about 'what ifs'.

The book also reminds us the long forgotten lessons in positive view to life and gratitude. Sometimes we concentrate too much on what is wrong in our life that we fail to notice the wonderful things: our families, friends, careers, the weather etc. When I look at my life from that perspective, I can actually see that there's really nothing missing in my life. I have very supporting family, I have friends that never seize to surprise me, I have excellent results in school and university, I don't have to count every penny, I can afford yhe things I want (because after all, I want simple things: nice things to wear, good food, trainings and entertainment; things I cannot afford are usually the things I'm actually not that interested in anyway). I could go on for a while about the things that are great in my life.

There were some things in the book, of course, that I was not so keen on. For example, there is a whole chapter dedicated to the Secret of money: how to attract money. I do understand that we live in a capitalist (or maybe, when this crisis is over, although I seriously doubt that, in a post-capitalist) world, does everything have to revolve around money? But I guess the book attracts a more wider readership if you teach people how to get rich...

In the end I just want to say is that it is a good book to remind us that we should really stop worrying about every little thing and concentrate on the things that make us happy because if you believe The Secret, happiness attracts more happiness. Everything else will fall into its place sooner or later anyway.
And as for me, I will try and follow the same path. I will try to banish the unhealthy sarcastic thoughts and fears that hold me back and walk towards a happier life.
It is a wonderful world after all...

(I read the book in Estonian. Published in 2008 by Pilgrim)

You read me like an open book?

I thought with the new/last year in the university, it would be a great time to start writing my blog once again. Well, we can all (i.e. me; I don't think there are a lot of people who read this blog) see how long I will be able to keep that up. Anyway... Happy New Year!

One of my favourite books that I have lately read is Michael Ondaatje's The English Patient. I read it years ago in Estonian but for my Canadian Identity course I had to read it once again in English. I fell in love with it more and more as I was writing my essay about it. The book is actually full of underlined paragraphs and comments and tags. I concentrated on the role of the Patient in the life of the inhabitants of Villa San Girolamo. For some odd reason I have been thinking about that book and that essay lately.

I believe that although the burnt man in the book was a patient, his role was to be a healer. The most obvious example must be the relationship between the Patient and his nurse Hana. She is dedicated herself to taking care of the burnt body but it is actually herself that needs healing the most. The war has left her with wounds in her mind and soul and as a nurse she has forgot to take care of those because she was too busy helping injured soldiers.
Hana's father was also badly burnt in the war and died alone. She writes to her stepmother:
" He was a burned man and I was a nurse and I could have nursed him. /…/ I could have saved him" (p. 314).
Patient is Hana's salvation and also he guides the twenty-something girl back to peace, just like a rehab from the horrors of war. He makes her read books to him and tells her stories; this is a kind of therapy for both of them. And Hana lets this happen:
“Okay, tell me, she thought, take me somewhere” (p. 60)
And this helped Hana to turn a new page in her life and go back to Canada, to her stepmother. The roles of the healer and the patient were turned around.

Why am I writing about that book? Well, of course one of the reasons is that I really love that book. But I love many other books as well. To be honest, I love literature as a whole...
Lately I have noticed that I like to listen to my friends problems. (Not that I want them to have problems; I would be so happy if they didn't have any problems!) But I feel very flattered that they choose to turn to me, although I have never been very good at giving advice. But sometimes just a few kind words do the magic...
I truly hope I'm not one of those people who Paolo Coelho describes in his Zahir: (not a proper quote from the book; my rough translation from Estonian into English )
"I discovered something not too long ago: our true friends stand beside us when we succeed in something. They support us, rejoice at our victories. The fake friends are those who appear only when we have hard times, wearing a sad face because of 'solidarity', whereas our sufferings actually offer them a consolation in their own sad life."

However, taking Ondaatje's masterpiece into account, maybe it just means that I need 'healing' myself? My last post post here was about me not being able to open up to my friends. Nothing has miraculously changed. I still cannot speak about my problems to anyone close to me.
Sometimes I just feel that I have no justification to bother people with my petty problems. Why would I want to ruin anyone's mood just because I'm wrestling with my own thoughts and feelings.
It is easier for me to deal with someone else's problems because maybe I'm too much afraid to address my own. But maybe someday, just like the Patient, my dearest friends will see my position and will be my healers. And I'm very much sure that they will...

(The Ondaatje quotes are from the 2004 version of The English Patient published by Bloomsbury Publishing; cannot remember the publisher and the page for the Coelho's quote)