“Fuck off, Manuel!”
This is what I repeat to myself, several times a day, not because I am suddenly mad or have a low self-esteem, but to silence the little voices I hear. And no, I haven’t even become schizophrenic: if you think about it, you hear them too, often, several times a day.
They are those little voices that, when you are undertaking something, tell you: “Eh, will it ever go well, at least once?” (or: “Everything always goes wrong …” with all possible variations).
They are the ones which, on your way to work, whisper to you, sarcastically: “Look what a shit day it will be today, huh?”
Or those who, if you decide to go on a diet, while you’re shopping at the supermarket, yell at you: “Oh, look! There are ice cream and pizza on offer! You start the diet tomorrow, huh? ” Or if you have decided to get back in shape and are about to go to the gym, they suggest: “Oh, what about having a look at Netflix first?”
Tell the truth: how many times have you also heard these little voices? How many times, because of them, you have not done one thing, you have postponed another and have failed in commitments made with yourself?
The little voices, of course, are our thoughts and it is not always negative voices that we hear: we all, through our thoughts, speak to ourselves, scolding, encouraging, urging us or, as in the examples above, self-boycotting ourselves. And if it is true that thoughts become reality, and that we are what we think, why should we ever accept thoughts that want to limit us? How would we respond if it was another person who told, whispered, yelled or suggested us the above?
Here, I have only decided not to listen to those mocking little voices that set me traps, that want to discourage me , that lead me to procrastinate.
And so, when I hear: “Come on, we will do this tomorrow…” I reply, smiling: “Fuck you, Manuel!”
Try it too, it’s healthy…