Category Archives: psychology

Don’t Let Judge Russia Rashly

Life is long, there will be good and bad to come, there will be everything. Great is mother Russia,” he said, and looked round on each side of him. “I have been all over Russia, and I have seen everything in her, and you may believe my words, my dear. There will be good and there will be bad. I went as a delegate from my village to Siberia, and I have been to the Amur River and the Altai Mountains and I settled in Siberia; I worked the land there, then I was homesick for mother Russia and I came back to my native village. We came back to Russia on foot; and I remember we went on a steamer, and I was thin as thin, all in rags, barefoot, freezing with cold, and gnawing a crust, and a gentleman who was on the steamer — the kingdom of heaven be his if he is dead — looked at me pitifully, and the tears came into his eyes. ‘Ah,’ he said, ‘your bread is black, your days are black. . . .’ And when I got home, as the saying is, there was neither stick nor stall; I had a wife, but I left her behind in Siberia, she was buried there. So I am living as a day labourer. And yet I tell you: since then I have had good as well as bad. Here I do not want to die, my dear, I would be glad to live another twenty years; so there has been more of the good. And great is our mother Russia!” and again he gazed to each side and looked round.

Anton Chekhov, In The Ravine

About Anxiety

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“Almost 1 in 5 people feel anxious a lot of or all the time”

It is believed that anxiety comes from biological or psychological factors, and also from “ultra-modern-too-many-choices-quickly-changing-world” (word using by Kimberly Lieu).

As I see it, anxiety is a kind of gift for us; perhaps a “warning sign” is a better expression than a “gift”.  Anxiety comes from spirit. Our spirit feels that we make the wrong decisions. We make bad choices because we want to be all too similar to other people, because we want to have the same things, the same interests, the same views, etc. We put a lot of effort into diabolic jugglery rather than devote ourselves to the joy of creation.

“As human beings, we LOVE control and we love to think that we are in control. The problem is, in the grand scheme of life, we aren’t at all. There are certain things we can control and there are certain things we can do to somewhat manage things, but we are really only fooling ourselves when we think we are in control.”
Lena A. Derhally, You’re Not Nervous: Anxiety, Worry and Control in Motherhood

And therefore, by the human limitation of controlling, I believe that anxiety is an indication that we should change our actions. No therapy, no pharmacology, no meditation, and especially – no ignoring anxiety. Just listening to our spirit is the best solution.

Facial Expression

The Sphinx By Ivan Turgenev

Translated from The Russian by Isabel Hapgood

Yellowish-grey, friable at the top, firm below, creaking sand … sand without end, no matter in which direction one gazes!

And above this sand, above this sea of dead dust, the huge head of the Egyptian Sphinx rears itself aloft.

What is it that those vast, protruding lips, those impassively dilated, up-turned nostrils, and those eyes, those long, half-sleepy, half-watchful eyes, beneath the double arch of the lofty brows, are trying to say?

For they are trying to say something! They even speak – but only Oedipus can solve the riddle and understand their mute speech.

Bah! Yes, I recognise those features … there is nothing Egyptian about the low white forehead, the prominent cheek-bones, the short, straight nose, the fine mouth with its white teeth, the soft moustache and curling beard, – and those small eyes set far apart … and on the head the cap of hair furrowed with a parting…. Why, it is thou, Karp, Sidor, Semyon, thou petty peasant of Yaroslavl, or of Ryazan, my fellow-countryman, the kernel of Russia! Is it long since thou didst become the Sphinx?

Or dost thou also wish to say something? Yes; and thou also art a Sphinx.

And thy eyes – those colourless but profound eyes – speak also…. And their speeches are equally dumb and enigmatic.

Only where is thine Oedipus?

Alas! ‘Tis not sufficient to don a cap to become thine Oedipus, O Sphinx of All the Russians!

December, 1878.