Eight Ways to Truly Live

🍀 Watch
Watch closely. With the gaze of a wise fox, with the amber eyes of an owl—missing nothing and no one. In this world everything can change in an instant. A single moment can take everything away, without return. Yet the same moment can place the whole world into the palm of your hand. So greet the dawns, see off the sunsets, and never allow yourself to overlook what truly matters. Look into the depths of your own soul. Look into the sky. Look into the eyes you love.

🍀 Listen
Listen—to your heart. And sometimes to the calm voice of reason. Listen to the sounds beyond your window, to the quiet movement of life all around you. Listen to music. To the delicate whirl of falling snow, to beautiful and unfamiliar languages, to the gentle purring of a cat… Listen even to stillness, because within it lives a sense of infinity. Listen—and truly hear.

🍀 Breathe
Breathe deeply. Fully. Take in the scent of snow dissolving in the air, settling softly in your lungs with a faint trace of sadness that, whether you wish it or not, will one day wrap itself around you for a while and then pass. Breathe as if the air itself carries the presence of someone dear to you.

🍀 Believe
Believe in your choices. Believe in your star. Believe in the quiet meaning behind chance encounters. Believe in your own strength—even when your hands fall in weariness, even when the world seems to stand against you, even when everything appears lost. Believe, and wait for the hand that may reach out to you from the darkness of the impossible. Believe in meetings that change a life forever. Believe that almost everything can be mended—at the right moment, with clear thoughts and an open heart. Believe in justice.

🍀 Love
Because to know how to love is to know how to live. Love him. Love yourself. Love the whole world that stretches between you. Love creativity, art, the sound of music and the voices of nature. Love your guardian angel. Love your friends. Love life without dividing it into “what I want to do” and “what I must do.” Love surprises, unexpected turns, and even the simple rhythm of everyday life.

🍀 Give
Give without asking for anything in return. Offer a little more than you receive. Share your passion, your discoveries, your energy. Share your confidence. Give gifts, smiles, honesty… and kisses.

🍀 Feel
Do not live in half-tones—live in the full colors of existence. And if there are shades between them, let them be the rich gradations of life itself. Feel your living body. Your immortal soul. The ground beneath your feet and the wings behind your back. Even pain—because pain reminds us that we are still alive.

🍀 Understand
Understand yourself and the world around you. Know that loneliness is not the same as freedom. That the current of life may carry you somewhere you never expected. That some things can only be reached by resisting what seems like fate. That birth is the first step toward death… and that death is not an ending, but another beginning. Learn to recognize hidden meanings, quiet hints, and deeper truths—because within them the essence of life is often concealed.

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Run play freely how beautiful you are💙💚😊💙💙💙💙💙💙

"Only when we have become nonviolent toward all life will we have learned how to live well with others."

— César Chávez

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"When the plane started to fall, I didn’t think about work or money… I thought about my children and all the things I had never told them."

It was an ordinary day. US Airways Flight 1549, from New York to North Carolina. During takeoff, a flock of birds struck the engines. The plane lost power. In less than three minutes, the pilot said, “Brace for impact.” I felt the air freeze.

People were screaming. The Hudson awaited us like a frozen tombstone. Quietly, I said goodbye… and prepared for the worst.

Miraculously, the plane landed on the water. But that wasn’t the end. I was sitting in the last row. The icy water was rising fast. I let others go ahead, making sure no one would be left behind. When I finally got out, I jumped onto a life raft and knew I had been born anew.

After the accident, I was no longer the same person. I began holding meetings and giving talks around the world. Not for fame—but because I understood: life promises nothing. I survived for a reason. And that reason is to help others awaken before their own “plane” begins to fall. You don’t need a disaster to realize what truly matters.

"Don’t wait for the last minute to appreciate your whole life. Time doesn’t warn—but it teaches."

– Dave Sanderson

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"Pavarotti from the bathtub"😅

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The more intensely we live, the more joy life fills us with...

…and, what could be better than feeling alive and fulfilled?

You are life and love.

Good morning 🌹

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We live and die, and everything else is just an illusion…

…illusion, brother. It’s a mirror to attract larks.

So, be careful, and don't let your "FREE WILL-SOUL" be taken away, because this whole war is about it.
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The Will:

The Will is not a common virtue.
It is not motivation, it is not enthusiasm, it is not the impulse that is born and dies in a morning of the waning moon.

It is pure inner Fire, which few know how to ignite and even fewer know how to sustain.

The majority walks, speaks, desires… but does not will.
They live in a sequence of automatisms, conditioned reactions, and induced needs.
They call all of this “life,” but in truth it is only subsistence: merely mechanical movements.

Authentic Will is a magical act. It is what the ancients called “True Will,”
not the whim of the ego, but the deep direction of Being in conscious form.

Whoever does not possess Will is possessed.
Unknowingly, they are dominated by habits, by fears, by the opinions of others; in a word, they are possessed by inertia.

It is like in the myth of the cave of Plato:
many observe shadows and mistake them for reality; few have the strength to break their chains and turn their gaze toward the ascent. And that gesture requires a radical decision.

Will is for the few because it requires sacrifice.
It requires solitude; it requires inner discipline. It is not shouting “I can do it.”
It is being silent and acting.
It is choosing every day against the current of one’s own resistances.

For those who understand, Will is the sword that separates the real from the illusory.
Without it, a person is a leaf in the wind of the world; but with True Will they become the axis of their own destiny.

The majority seeks comfort.
Those who possess True Will seek transformation.
And to transform means to die to what one was in order to become what one is.

Few accept this death, and even fewer choose the Fire.

A long time ago someone told me:
“Eduardo, True Will is the Fire that does not ask for consent.
It is the Flame that does not seek applause and burns in silence—or it does not burn at all.
Whoever does not possess this force is matter shaped by invisible currents,
a shadow that believes itself to be a body.”

So I ask you:

and you?

Are you living, or are you merely subsisting?

— Eduardo Muscara

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A human being can survive so much — when they have the courage, creativity, and the will to build shelter and hope from what nature provides. 💚

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Love is the wing that God has given to man to rise up to Him.

— Michelangelo ✨
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Whoever can understand, let them understand.
Sit beside Death, and every choice becomes clear.
In that point of contact is born a strength that few truly know: the Strength of Life.
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— Eduardo Muscara

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A VERY INTERESTING STORY

I arrived at the client’s address and honked. After waiting a few minutes, I honked again. It was late in the evening, and I thought the client might have changed their mind, so I was about to return to the “base”… but instead, I parked the car, approached the door, and knocked.

“One minute!” answered a frail, elderly voice. I heard a sound like something being dragged across the floor…

After a long pause, the door opened. In front of me stood a short, seemingly ninety-year-old woman. She wore a colorful dress and a hat with a pinned-on veil; she looked like someone from a 1940s film.

At her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets of fabric.

There were no clocks on the walls, no ornaments, and no dishes on the counters. In the corner stood a cardboard box filled with photos and glass.

“Could you carry my bag to the car?” she asked. I took the suitcase to the car and then returned to help the woman.

She took my hand, and we walked slowly toward the curb. She held my arm, thanking me for my kindness.

“It’s nothing,” I said. “I try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.”

“Oh, you are such a good boy,” she replied. When we got into the car, she gave me the address and then asked, “Could you drive through the city center?”

“That’s not the shortest route,” I replied quickly, turning on the meter.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m not in a hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.”

I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were shining. “I have no family left,” she said in a gentle voice. “The doctor says I don’t have much time left…”

I turned off the meter. “Which way would you like to go?”

For several hours, we drove around the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived as newlyweds. She asked me to stop in front of a furniture store that had once been a ballroom, where she had gone dancing as a young girl.

Sometimes she asked me to slow down at a particular building or intersection, and she would sit, staring into the darkness without a word.

When the first rays of the sun broke the horizon, she suddenly said, “I am tired. Let’s go now, please.” We drove in silence to the address she had given. It was a low building with a driveway, typical of a care home.

Two attendants came outside as soon as I stopped at the entrance. They must have been expecting her. They were polite and caring.

I opened the trunk and carried the woman’s small suitcase to the door. She herself was already seated in a wheelchair.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her purse.

“Nothing,” I replied.

“You have to make a living,” she insisted.

“There are other passengers,” I said.

Without thinking at all about what I was doing, I leaned down and hugged her. She held me tightly.

“You’ve given an old lady a little moment of joy,” she said. “Thank you.”

I shook her hand and then stepped out into the dim morning light. Behind me, the door closed—it was the sound of a life coming to an end.

That morning I didn’t pick up any more passengers. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. What if an impatient or rude driver had been sent to this woman? What if I hadn’t approached the door, or had honked only once and driven away?

Thinking about it now, I don’t believe I’ve ever done anything more important in my life.

We are addicted to seeking thrilling events and beautiful moments to fill our lives.

Meanwhile, Beautiful Moments can happen to us unexpectedly, wrapped in what others might call routine. Let us not miss them.

Photo: Michael Gaida

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Every act of kindness, no matter how small, leaves a mark on someone’s heart. Close your eyes with the thought that tomorrow may bring a moment that changes someone’s life.
Goodnight.❤️

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