“Trăiește Autentic” de Andreea Săvulescu (recenzie)

Fiind fan dezvoltate personală și sănătate mentală de câțiva ani buni (mai mult de 10), am crezut că am învățat să mă analizez destul de bine. Însă am avut surprize în momentul în care am deschis cartea pe care mi-am pus în gând să o citesc înainte de Crăciun.

În ultimii ani, Crăciunul și-a cam pierdut din magie, în ceea ce mă privește; nu mai este o perioadă pe care să o aștept cu nerăbdare. Ba din contră. 

Totuși, anul acesta se pare că am fost foarte inspirată în a-mi alege cadoul. Am ales să îmi hrănesc mintea cu cele două cărți lansate de Andreea Săvulescu. La pachet. 

Fiind fan dezvoltate personală și sănătate mentală de câțiva ani buni (mai mult de 10), am crezut că am învățat să mă analizez destul de bine. Însă am avut surprize în momentul în care am deschis cartea pe care mi-am pus în gând să o citesc înainte de Crăciun. 

În dimineaţa zilei de 23/12/2019, în timp ce îmi savuram cafeaua, m-am delectat cu ultimele pagini ale cărții “Trăiește Autentic”. Cartea ei a venit ca un balsam pentru sufletul meu – mai ales în această perioadă tumultuoasă din punct de vedere emoțional. Știm cu toții că unii oameni au nevoie de mai multă susținere acum decât în restul anului. Pentru că vedem peste tot luminițe vesele, reclame fastuoase pentru cadouri grandioase, oameni care sunt sau pretind a emana fericire prin toți porii și copii care așteaptă cu nerăbdare momentul întâlnirii cu moșul cel blând și darnic. Unele persoane găsesc dificil înotul în acest val de festin forțat. Mai ales că, datorită consumerismului excesiv, sărbătoarea Crăciunului nu mai este de prea mulți ani ceea ce ar trebui sa fie. Trist este ca mulți oameni “se transformă” în ceea ce nu pot fi în restul anului: oameni buni, cărora le pasă de ceilalți și care împărtășesc momente efemere de fericire. Să recunoaștem: odată cu finalul sărbătorilor, acești oameni se întorc la personalitatea de zi cu zi. O personalitate care nu are nimic de-a face cu măștile strălucitoare pe care le poartă în aceasta perioadă. 

Dar să revenim la cartea Andreei, despre care vreau să vă spun câte ceva. Evident, nu voi dezvălui conținutul, însă voi scrie puțin despre efectele pe care această lectură le-a avut asupra mea. 

În primul rând, vă spun că dacă nu sunteți pregătiți să faceți o călătorie interioară mai puțin tipică (adică înfășurată în lauri aduși la adresa voastră), nu are rost să deschideți această carte. Din punctul meu de vedere, această lectură este destinată celor care sunt deschiși spre adevărul personal, oricât de mare ar fi zdruncinătura. Și va fi un cutremur de multe grade, pentru că Andreea spune lucrurilor pe nume. Iar dacă nu sunteți pregătiți să acceptați ceea ce veți citi, zona de confort este cea care vă va ține în siguranță, departe de acest cutremur și efectele sale. 

Unul dintre lucrurile care au avut un impact extraordinar asupra mea este faptul că, prin intermediul acestei cărți, am aflat câte frici poate duce un om cu sine; și, obiectiv privind, am înțeles câte dintre ele le duc chiar eu. Apoi aflăm despre autosabotaj și cum să ne oprim din a mai face asta. Totuși, ceea ce m-a impresionat la un nivel greu de exprimat a fost “tehnica întrebărilor”. Poate sună ciudat, clișeic chiar, însă – paradoxal – nimeni nu ne învață ce întrebări se ne punem pentru a scoate la iveală informații reale și benefice despre noi înșine. Chiar dacă doare. Pentru că, pe parcursul acestei cărți, veți afla lucruri dureroase despre propria persoană. Însă, odată aflate și (mai ales) acceptate, aceste aspecte duc la o acțiune conștientă; duc la a face primul pas către o existență activă, lăsând-o în urmă pe cea pasivă, cărată în spate de prea mulți ani. 

Evident, există și un aspect de care sunt foarte mândră, și anume acela că unele informații le știam deja, datorită interacțiunii intensive cu oameni înțelepți de dincolo de granițele țării noastre. Cu toate acestea, în momentul în care am citit aceste informații în cartea Andreei, “palma” aceea mult așteptată și-a făcut efectul. 

De ce?

Cel mai probabil din cauza faptului că, la momentul primirii informației dintr-o altă sursă, vedeam lucrurile complet diferit. Mă aflam într-un cu totul alt stadiu al dezvoltării personale și într-o stare emoțională diferită. 

De multe ori pretindem că înțelegem informația primită la adevărata valoare. Însă, așa cum s-a dovedit în cazul meu (și sunt convinsă că nu este singular), aceeași informație – primită în stadii diferite ale existenței noaste – poate duce la consecințe/ acțiuni radicale. În această situație, deschiderea către procesarea informației joacă un rol critic. Mi-e greu să descriu în cuvinte cât de important este să fim dispuși să ne punem pe noi înșine sub lupă, pregătindu-ne să dăm “nas în nas” atât cu subconștientul nostru, cât și cu un sistem de valori și credințe ce nu ne aparține!

Totuși, despre “Trăiește Autentic” vă mai spun doar atât: mi-a deschis ochii, într-un moment de amorțeală. Iar în momentul în care am închis coperțile cărții deja aveam un plan clar asupra ariilor proprii de îmbunătățit. Însă efectele acestei lecturi nu se rezumă la atât. Am înțeles, de data aceasta și mai clar, ceea ce vreau să devin și direcția în care vreau să merg pentru a lăsa copiilor mei acea moștenire importantă la care chibzuiesc de ceva timp. 

În concluzie, părerea mea este că această carte ar trebui citită, cel puțin o dată, de toți cei care doresc să înțeleagă cine sunt și ce rol au pe acest pământ. Din nou, deschiderea este foarte importantă, pentru că informațiile nu sunt nici pe departe ușor de acceptat. Însă dacă sunteți dispuși să faceți aceasta incursiune în adâncurile sufletului și ale minții, cu siguranță îi veți mulțumi Andreei și o veți felicita pentru conceperea și expunerea acestei cărți. 

Urmează “Ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat”, pe care am răsfoit-o fugitiv în momentul primirii coletului. Știu sigur că voi găsi multe lucruri de valoare, într-o lectură care se anunță a fi chintesența vulnerabilității unui om frumos. Vă spun mai multe după Crăciun. Probabil așa îmi voi petrece aceasta perioadă – descoperind cum să mă iubesc pe mine, aflând povestea autorului. 

Mulțumesc, Andreea, pentru ceea ce ești, pentru curaj și pentru că – prin împărtășirea înțelepciunii tale – le dai celorlalți ocazia de a se descoperi pe sine, în toată splendoarea. Atât cu bune, cât și cu ariile de îmbunătățit. 

În încheiere, doresc să împărtășesc cu voi vorbele Andreei:

“Să fie cu iubire de sine!”



Cu recunoștință,
A.


#FlavoredWriting #ScrieriAromate 

🖋️ 💙 

The man, the moon and the casquette – Chapter 1 (full)

A simple man

During daytime, he’s a hero for the others. Yet, when the night-time comes, he walks dragging his feet towards what seems to be a lifetime in disbelief.

People adore him. People praise him. And people say that all the words in the world are not enough to thank him for his deeds.

But he finds it hard to believe. He can barely speak without blushing. He exudes confidence, but in his heart self-belief is terribly shaking. He’s been through a lot in the past, which prevents him to see his true value. He believes in everyone else but himself. When he talks to someone, the only words he can spread are of goodness. He has a blare around him to which people cannot resist. But he can’t see it…

When he gets home at night, he feels alone. He has no family around, no kids to brighten his life and his parents can’t accept him for being different than all the others.

His mother told him once, in a mocking voice:

“You’re just a man who can’t see beyond his selfish existence. You don’t get married, you’re already old to have kids. What’s going on with you? What will people say about the way you live your life in? You’re a shame to this family! All you do is stay on the streets all day long. But you can’t support your existence. You’re almost 40, for the mercy of God!”

This made him leave his parents’ house, for the second time. Because his parents don’t actually know what he dedicates his life to. They don’t care. And even if they did, they wouldn’t understand… Their vision on life is too old. They only see what “it always have been this way”.

But who is he, in fact?

Arian has small hazel eyes, light blonde hair, thin rebel eyebrows and his stature is the one of a 15 years old skinny boy, although his real age is 38. His mouth does not match the rest of his figure, as his lips are voluptuous and strongly colored in red. But when he smiles, his teeth shine like a diamond. Pure white and they are so straight that his mouth seems to be the most beautiful part of his body. His ears help us envision a man who is not handsome, his neck is long and his shoulders are curved ahead. His body is covered in some kind of shady-blue robe and his feet are outlined by a pair of black leather sandals.

At first sight, he may easily be labeled as a beggar to people who know nothing about him or his life. Regardless, he never goes unnoticed, due to his way of smiling to everyone. As an antithesis to his figure, his smile is so warm that it attracts people like magnets. Whenever he passes by, he leaves a trait of blessing behind him, which people cannot explain. Nonetheless, they let themselves wrapped in his blare…

You see… He’s so humble because he often thinks about the shallow image that people see. They see an ugly yet charismatic superhero. But he thinks to himself:

“I don’t deserve all this. I am just an apprentice of life, who never ceases an attempt to learn a difficult spell. What makes me so special in the eyes of all these people?”

He questions everything and he can never rest on the laurels people would build him a palace from. He can’t walk on the path of life by just doing what society wants him to. He’s been hurt for not fitting in with the cool kids, when he was younger. But now… Now he clearly understands the blessing of being different. But that’s exactly why he can’t understand why people like him so much. That’s exactly why, when complimented, his skin turns as red as a boiled lobster’s.

*****

A few years back…

In his early 20s, he tried hard to find his way, as per society’s rules. He took on a random job, he never graduated from university (though he forced himself to like chemistry and to see himself as a successful “lab rat”), he was never being invited to parties and he never managed to ask a woman out. He was shy. Some people may have called him arrogant because of this, but he would lose his words when talking to others. And society only agrees with shallow chatter and loud voices that say nothing.

Probably this is the reason why he never went on a date. Most certainly, this is why he would spend most of his afternoons, evenings and nights crying in his fists for not fitting in. And that’s exactly why his parents would deny him as their child. They were very jovial, always surrounded by a lot of people, having their house full of fake admirers who never questioned life or what their real purpose on earth was.

Arian disliked those meetups, as the house sounded like a never-empty club. He could barely rest his head on his pillow, as drunk people would invade his small room, looking for a place to puke in. But he didn’t have the courage to stand up for his privacy. He was afraid to voice his mind to his parents, because most of the times they wouldn’t even notice that he was there. His parents were too distracted with living “a rich social life” and they actually hated their kid for not obeying the rules of glamour.

Consequently, his life on the streets looked more appealing to him. He would leave the house first thing in the morning, while his parents were still sleeping after a night of deprivation. And he wouldn’t come back within the 4 walls of his room until he felt drained by the people walking in crowds. Or if he was cold. Or disappointed by the trends people would leave themselves prey to. There were days when he just wanted to embrace his pillow, stretch his legs comfortably in his bed and have a loooooooong restful sleep. Silence was his only wish and he soon realized the improbability of getting it if he continued to be hosted by his parents’ house.

This existence of his went on for 15 years in a row, without the slightest change, as he was too scared to do something about it. He would bite his tongue and cover his ears, but he felt miserable.

Until then… Until the year he turned 35. He couldn’t carry that burden on his shoulders any longer. He couldn’t Iive in a continuous state of ill mind. He was too tired of it. So, with his heart in his throat, he decided…

On a freezing cold 3rd of December day, he packed everything he had, carefully wrapped all his books in a piece of cloth, stole something from the fridge (which was too empty anyway), threw everything in a partially torn backpack and off he went. He never looked back. He had no idea where he was going or what he would be doing the next day. The only thing he knew was that he’s had enough and that he needed to look for himself. The REAL self!

The moment he set foot outside of his parents’ house, he felt relieved. He felt like all the burden of living in the dim light of grey skies fell off his shoulders. He knew that a new beginning was to be unfolded in front of him and, in that very moment, he looked up to the sky, closed his eyes, opened his arms as if he was about to receive someone for a hug in his arms and clearly spoke:

“I will accept whatever comes to me. Challenges, lessons, happiness or sorrow. I am now open to draw my own path and I surrender my entire being to the will of the higher power. I now know that everything happens for a reason and I am seeking for the most valuable asset of my life. People think that peace of mind is a myth, but I know it’s not. I know that there must be more than what people want to see. I FEEL that all my questions will be answered, at some point. And I want to pass along what I will learn.”

And so, while walking further and further from the house, his thoughts seemed to gather up in an explosion of joy. His entire being had circuits inside and the spark of new beginnings installed in his heart. The hazel color of his eyes was so bright! And his mind would start to only host the blessed belief in a sunny life.

No more grey. No more sadness. No more feeling lonely. And no more parties and loud voices of people with no value.

He had a way of loving his parents… Or was it just the respect for giving him birth? He used to question this frequently. But in that moment, he knew that – regardless of his love or respect for them – he needed to set himself free from their chains of hate. And he always had the golden key. But he was afraid to use it. He was scared of the “what if”. He was terrified about living on his own. And, being very honest to himself, he was scared of being judged for being different. He never thought about himself as being special, but different. Because the inherited definition of the word “special” would suggest a person of great success, with a brilliant mind.

However, his parents never told him. They used to hide from him the fact that he was a genius. He never found out about the results of the IQ tests he passed in an exquisite manner when he was 7 years of age. And by the age of 10. And again by the age of 16. His parents had him tested a lot, as they had average IQs, they got jealous of his high level of understanding life and they secretly wanted him to fail, in whatever he did. All the test results would suggest a not-so-ordinary future and that was too hard for his parents to accept. So, in continuous attempts to put him down, they would always tell him he was no good; that he was a mistake of fate; and that he would never be accepted by his peers.

The morning he left his parents’ house was freezing cold, but the fire that ignited in Arian’s being was so intense that he couldn’t feel the adversity of the weather. Once he made the decision to embrace acceptance and let himself in the hands of the Almighty, his footsteps gained a security he never knew before. He felt his fists getting clenched against his will, as if he was about to fight back against rusty doctrines. He held his head up high and it was the first time when he understood that he has always been better than the life he was exposed to.

The road in front of him was covered in snow and icy bits every here and there. But, as he started moving, lifting his feet covered in heavy winter boots, it was as if even the sun wanted to come out from behind the clouds, to accompany Arian on his self-discovery journey.

After 1 hour of wandering and defeating the cruel weather, he found a place where he could rest his body for a few minutes, while having breakfast and a cup of hot tea. When he opened the door, he saw an old lady (must have been around 80) who greeted him with a tender voice:

“Be blessed, child for choosing to stop here. Please, come inside. I will prepare the best table for you and I will bring you our chef’s specialty. What about a cup of hot chocolate as well?”

Arian was so pleased with the greeting that he could hug the old lady had he not been afraid of the lady considering his gesture as inappropriate. No-one ever greeted him like that before! No-one would ever ask him what he wanted! And no-one has ever offered him the best place to stay at. So, by witnessing this, he knew that his decision of accepting everything coming his way was the best he has ever made!

“I would like a cup of tea instead, please. If it’s not too much of a bother” Arian replied.

“Of course. Whatever you wish. Any preference on the flavor?” the old lady asked.

“Mint would be great, if available” Arian said.

As the lady was already heading to the kitchen, she asked over her shoulder:

“Why are you outside on such a cruel weather, son?”

Arian thought a few seconds before he could answer. He wasn’t sure if he should tell the lady his real reason, so he said (as to himself):

“I have some urgent stuff to attend…”

“I didn’t hear that, young man” the lady said.

But then she showed up with a plate full of food and the hot cup of mint tea. The joint smells of the meal hypnotized Arian and he could barely wait to settle his hunger. But he was somehow ashamed, because the lady was observing him.

“My name is Rada” the woman said, to loosen up the atmosphere a bit.

“Nice to meet you, madam” Arian said. “I am indeed pleased to have stopped here. I have hardly ever seen someone as kind as yourself” Arian continued, just before having the first bite of the breakfast.

“Please, call me Rada” the old lady said. “People see me old and they feel compelled to call me madam. But I was never fond of this word, young man. What is your name?”

“Please excuse me for addressing to you in a manner you don’t enjoy. It was never my intention to…” tried Arian to apologize to the lady.

But he didn’t finish the sentence, when Rada said:

“That’s OK. Don’t worry about it. Now let’s chat as old friends. Would you like that?”

“Uhmm… Of course” Arian mumbled.

He didn’t know for sure what her intention was. He felt weird about all this sudden offer of friendship. But then he recalled his decision, made that very morning – “I will accept whatever comes to me.” The moment he recalled that, he felt at ease and replied:

“Actually… Uhmm… Yes, I would love that. I never had a friend… And… Uhm… My name is Arian, ma…”

“Rada. Remember – Rada, not madam. I am very happy to be your first friend” the old lady replied. “Now, eat. We can chat after you’re done. I have a feeling that we have a lot to talk about, my dear friend.”

Arian was caught barehanded here. He didn’t know how and if to react to the old lady’s reply. So he chose to do as she recommended and didn’t make any other sound until he finished everything in his plate.

He just left the fork off his hand when Rada was already near him.

“I hope you enjoyed the meal” she said. “I made it for you with all my love and I hope it will give you the necessary strength to carry on with your journey.”

Arian was confused. Rada previously said that she wanted to talk to him and now she just wanted him gone? But Rada didn’t give him more time to think about what she said, as she continued:

“But not before you tell me what your story is. I want to learn more about you. You seem lost, yet I get the sense that you are a very nice young man. What’s your truth, Arian?”

That question was a first for the young man. No-one asked him what was in his heart before. No-one actually seemed to have even noticed him, as a human being. He felt uneasy, but for some reason he felt he could trust her. Or was it the need to finally speak his mind? In any case, he started:

“Well… I… I just left my parents’ house. Too much noise… I just couldn’t resist any longer. I always felt rejected. I always felt like I never belonged there…”

“I did the same when I was young, Arian” Rada replied “I know how painful it is to not have your own spot. I know how hard it is not to be accepted for who you are. And I know exactly how it feels to be willing to find yourself”

“You… You did the same?” Arian asked with a surprise in his eyes that almost made the old lady laugh. But she just couldn’t laugh and make him feel bad.

“Yes, Arian. Well, not exactly, but I will tell you my story later on.” Rada said. “So I completely empathize with you… You know what? You can stay here, if you wish. I won’t charge you for hosting you, all I want is a true friendship. I want to learn what happened and I want you to never hide anything from me. Because I want to help you. There was no-one there for me in my early days of despair. I had no shoulder to cry on and not an ear to hear me out. But I want to be here for you and teach you everything I learned in the last 60 years. Will you take the hand I’m lending you?”

Arian was shocked. Both by the old lady’s confession and by the offer. He was never offered a shoulder, needless to say about a helping hand. Yes, he wanted to take her offer, but he was afraid of becoming a burden for the old lady. And he was fairly pretty afraid of revealing the pain in his soul, as he has just met Rada.

While he was going through all these emotions and just before opening his mouth to answer, Rada said:

“I also know how hard you find it to trust me. I felt the same. And don’t you worry about being a burden for me, young man. You will not become one. You will help me out around here. I can teach you how to cook, amongst others; I can teach you how to treat this place as if it was your own; and I will teach you how to treat customers and the personnel with love, regardless of your inner hurt.”

Rada already had something in mind, from the moment the young man came in. She had a gift. And that gift was to sense the energy of people entering her place.

Https://andradasworld.com

#ValuableDiversity (Interview Series) – ep. 11 – Science & Personal Development


Introducing you to interesting people around the world


Meet Aladin Lijassi

– Doctor, medical scientist, Founder of Télé Santé (Morocco) –

Have you ever seen the embodiment of true understanding and adaptability? Well… I have. Do you want to know where did I see that? Better said, who provided me with this kind of picture?

My guest for today is a young, yet wise man from Morocco, who will take you through an amazing journey of what diversity means. In the same time, he’s a doctor and a scientist, actively looking for a cure for cancer.

Therefore, I wholeheartedly advise everyone to give a read to his words, in the interview below.

***

1. Hi Aladin, for people who are not familiar to you and what you do, kindly please introduce yourself in a few words.

I am a native Moroccan living in Rabat, Doctor of Pharmacy and Medical Scientist, with a pharmaceutical company, leader in research for curing rare diseases and cancer.

2. Please enlarge a bit the activity you’re currently running, in the means of finding a cure for cancer.

Due to the fact that I love challenges, I was looking for an offer in medical research, in order to improve my medical knowledge; in the same time, I offered my experience to the pharmaceutical industry, for finding innovative ways to cure different types of cancer, while volunteering to help people with disabilities who suffer from spasticity and cure it.

Never say: “If I did that, now I would have been like this!”

As a medical scientist, I have to provide all medical professionals with the latest updates in Oncology and clinical research; also, I provide training sessions to hospitals and medical centers, in order to update medical staff with whatever is new, related to their activities.

3. Personal curiosity… Was there anything in particular triggering this activity?

To be honest, there was nothing in particular to trigger this activity. I would have chosen a similar opportunity in other fields, such us Cardiology or Neurology if I got that first. But the main thing was to be devoted to medical research which interested me a lot, as I want to make an innovation in patient care. By chance, I’m now in Oncology. And, since my mom died of a cancer, I want to do everything in my power to ovoid pain for other patients.

4. Changing the topic a bit… I know you speak 7 languages (Moroccan, Arab, French, English, Spanish, Italian and a bit of German). How did you manage?

Well, about languages… As a native Moroccan, I can speak Moroccan, Arabic and French, since all 3 are official languages. My story with English was like Romeo & Juliette… After attending a few courses in high-school, I wanted to improve it, due to its importance and universality. I learned Italian and Spanish by communicating with native speakers; and the only language I studied in a dedicated center was German – yet I feel like a newbie, because I didn’t practice it in a long time.

5. We’ve talked for a pretty long time, during our call, about diversity. Please let the world know what Morocco means, in this extent. Please tell us, in a few words, about the real diversity going on there.

First of all, Morocco’s geographical position (close to Europe and open doors to Africa). This offers the country a first-hand chance to diversity, in terms of culture and languages; then, we share traditions and innovation, we are open-minded and we have a good reputation, in term of international achievements and relationships with other countries. I think this is what makes Morocco such a diverse location.

6. How did this help you on the road of evolution? Do you see any disadvantages diversity may have?

To me, diversity means being open to any challenge of life,  being up for continuous improvement and bringing a personal touch to whatever you can, in order to drive that “whatever” on the road of perfection.

“Personal development has been and will always be my priority.”

I have so many plans for my life! And diversity is the way to achieve my goals, for sure.

7. Going a bit deeper into the matter, let’s approach a controversial topic. I believe that, when it comes to thinking about Arabs, most of the world pictures danger. Let’s change the views about that. Tell us how should a regular person acknowledge your nationality (religion debates excluded, please)?

Being an Arab is a huge challenge nowadays, if we consider the opinion of the world. If you get closer to an Arab, you might, however, change your opinion. I believe that the sense of responsibility – since Arabs live in communities with all surrounding people, family and friends – may be the cause of others judging us as dangerous.

Yes, we have a different culture than others, yet we are open to other cultures and we accept all points of view.

8. Having the last question as a starting point, what does acceptance mean to you?

Well, I believe that acceptance is the scorner stone of diversity. I do have my way of living and my own beliefs, yet I still have to accept the others. There are 7 billion people on Earth so, of course, we are not all the same; and it’s quite a good thing, as we can complete each other.

“I want to do everything in my power to avoid pain for other patients!”

I am open to all kind of discussions and I do respect others’ beliefs and cultures. I truly believe that sharing points of view is good and I try my best to offer guidance, with kindness. I accept people because I believe in the benefits differences can bring.

9. What about adaptability? Does it help, when it comes to understanding the others?

To complete the last question, adaptability comes with accepting others! I try to consider the positive aspects of my friends and acquaintances, while sharing mine, in an effort to guide them towards what is logically beneficial to us all.

10. Continuing the line of personal inquiries, please allow us to get to know you even better. How do you react under pressure? When you’re angry, for instance. Both on personal and professional level. Is there any difference of approach between the 2?

Generally, I try to keep my mood as good as I can, but we are humans and we all get angry sometimes.

On a professional level, I manage to keep my reactions under control. I do manage to solve issues in a smooth way, as I believe that – in order to be a good leader – one shouldn’t express anger, but keep it inside.

With most of my friends, I try a similar approach. Yet, in critical cases, I do show my anger to the ones that know me very well, as my aim is to make them see what they may be doing wrong, in hopes they will take my opinion as constructive.

11. And, in order to conclude with this topic, do you think that personal development practices should be adopted on a wider scale?

If one wants to evolve, he/ she needs to work on both personal and professional development.

I, for one, whenever I find a personal development opportunity, never step back. For instance, I earned a honorific certification from the University of Texas, Austin for “Drugs Development and Clinical Trials” by attending online courses, from Morocco. And it has brought a huge contribution to my current position.

“Never rush in doing something that could be bad for you… Live your life and don’t regret a second!”

On the other hand, languages allow me to communicate with others in their own terms; and this helped me a lot when traveling abroad.

Personal development has been and will always be my priority.

12. Now let’s talk perspectives. I, for one, like to analyze a fact from many angles, yet without overthinking (it’s tiring and a waste of energy, loooool). What about you? And how do you take different perspectives from others?

About perspectives… I’m that kind of guy who never stops thinking :))

I analyze every single thing, to draw a personal map in my mind, so that I can make the best decisions, in regards to my existence. Yes, overthinking is very tiring, but sometimes is there for the better.

13. Going back to the personal-professional balance aspect. How do you manage that, as life struck you heavily and you have 3 younger sisters to look after?

As a medical scientist, most of the times I’m pretty busy doing research, even when my job schedule is over. That’s why, my free time consists in writing medical articles for my website or making videos for my YouTube channel.

Besides, I practice cycling and running, to boost my energy and keep myself healthy. On top of this, I engage daily on social networks, to share my daily experiences and motivational stories.

Yes, I have the responsibility of looking after my sisters, but it’s not as difficult as it was 3 years ago.

14. Did you ever have a moment you felt like giving up? What kept you going? Is there anything you would change about your past, if you could?

I did ! Sometimes – when all came at once… Like losing my parents, the stress of studies…

But my dreams have to be real! This is what I always say to myself. And this kept me pushing towards living my dreams, starting with an achievement of Doctorate in Pharmacy and getting a position as Medical Scientist. And I know there is more to come…

Honestly, I wouldn’t change anything about the past, because I believe in destiny. Therefore, if anything changed, I wouldn’t have been who I am now.

15. Let’s unveil the failures part. How many times did Aladin fail (under any aspect you are willing to disclose)? And what was your resolution to get where you are today?

I tasted failure more than twice. But the two greatest failures were during university years, when I lost both my parents, in just 5 years.

Yet, failures kept on giving me the willingness to pursue my dream, regardless of the circumstances. I’m thank God for the position I am in right now!

“Failure has a good taste, especially when you can look back and see it determined you to achieve your dreams.”

16. I could go on and on with the questions, since our conversation was a true blast. However, please let me ask you this: If, by some kind of chance, you knew the world would end tomorrow, what would you do today? And what would you advise the others? Please share with us your most precious life lesson.

I am one who has never had fear of death. So, I always live my life as if I’m going to die tomorrow.

I just want to say “Goodbye” to everyone… But, since we never know when the moment comes, I never miss a day to say “Hello” to all of them.

I would like to ask everyone to do what they want and what they love! And never think about the materials aspects. Life is too short to do everything, so just focus on what you love and your dreams will obviously come to life!

One more thing I’d like to add: Never say: “If I did that, now I would have been like this”.

I remember when i was cycling one day and stopped by a shop to buy some water, after 60 Km of cycling. While I was in the shop, two cyclists came across and said to me “Oh, I would like to go with you, to ovoid being alone”. But I didn’t manage to accompany them. After a few more Km of cycling, I was surprised to find them hit by a car and, unfortunately, one of them died.

Death is one inch away from our life, so my advice is this:

Never rush in doing something that could be bad for you… Live your life and don’t regret a second!

***

I believe that the best conclusion of this magnificent interview is to quote my guest, once again. And nothing more…

“I just want to say “Goodbye” to everyone… But, since we never know when the moment comes, I never miss a day to say “Hello” to all of them!”

*The photos used in this article were provided by the rightful owner, with clear consent. Using them without prior agreement, may become subject of the copyright law. All rights reserved to Aladin Lijassi*

Aladin Lijassi can be reached via his LinkedIn profile page.