The Play of Life in Act One…

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I still keep looking around me and observing my behaviour in life, and I wonder more and more how much obsession overwhelms me! I mean all the effort I use to be perfect. I strive for everything to go flawlessly, to the point where even the slightest mistake is unacceptable. I know it’s crazy, but I fear leaving things incomplete or unfinished as I grow older. Maybe because the mistakes of the past cannot be rectified or compensated?! I’m aware that this may seem almost autistic, and I make a conscious effort to maintain balance in all aspects of my life. However, it’s not an easy feat. Of course, as we age, we tend to become more carefree as we are on the way to kicking the bucket, or better to say, changing the level, we realize that things lose their worth. One positive aspect of ageing is that we become less concerned about things and more carefree.

A few days ago, I suddenly remembered an old movie comedy from decades ago when I was a teenager. Its name was “Kiss Me, Stupid“, an American movie from 1964, directed by the master of comedy, Billy Wilder. The story is about an amateur songwriting team, Barney Cliff Osmond and Orville Ray Walston, who suddenly find a famous musician, Dino Dean Martin, drunk and lost on his way to their gas station and trick him into staying a while so they can get his influence to publish their songs. Orville offers Dino a place to stay but becomes worried when he learns that Dino needs to have sex every night to avoid headaches upon waking up!

He and Barney arrange for Polly the Pistol Kim Novak, a saloon waitress, to pose as Orville’s wife, Felicia Farr and satisfy Dino, but Orville can’t handle it at all.

Anyway, in this movie, the main psycho character, in my opinion, is Orville, who, with his jealousy and obsession with love and his women, screws everything up! I don’t want to give away the entire plot, as you may watch it someday. I just want to say I was very angry with him when I watched this film; his acting to keep everything for himself was unbelievable, but now I have some sympathy for him. Nonetheless, I would never act in his way. I believe he was jealous of Dino for being loved by every woman!

Now that I am at an age where this topic is no longer relevant, I feel that time dashes, and we must make the most of every minute. I recently came across a Persian anecdote in a WhatsApp exchange, and I found it amusing, so I decided to translate and share it with you. Take care, and have a great weekend.🤗🙏💖

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Life in a Nutshell.

One day, some old friends who were all 40 years old wanted to make a date to have dinner together. After checking different restaurants, they finally agreed to go to Ali Agha’s restaurant because there are beautiful working maids….!

Ten years later, when they were all 50, they decided to have dinner together again. And after checking different restaurants, they finally agreed to go to Ali Agha’s restaurant because it has delicious food.

Ten years later, at 60, they again decided to have dinner together and finally agreed to go to Ali Agha restaurant because it has a calm and quiet environment.

Ten years later, at 70, they decided to have dinner together again. Finally, after checking different restaurants, they decided to go to Ali Agha restaurant because it has an elevator and a particular way for wheelchairs!

And finally, ten years later, when they were all 80 years old, they decided to have dinner together again. After checking different restaurants, they finally agreed to go to “Ali Agha” restaurant because they all concluded that they had never been there…!!

The advice we get from this story is a clear view of the play of life that is always on the screen!
So, use the present time in the best way. 😉

32 thoughts on “The Play of Life in Act One…”

  1. Thanks for bringing back memories of that beautiful film
    ….and thanks also for the story you told at the end, which made me smile. but also saddened by the memory gaps that are inevitably being created also in my old head😉

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  3. Myself, I love aging! Don’t get me wrong, I very much enjoyed both my Maiden and Mother years but the excitement I feel today as I step in my Crone years is like that of a small child. A time when I was very much myself and will be very much myself again, soon I hope!

    Oh, I really enjoyed the story you shared at the end Aladin, it did make me laugh, thank you! I absolutely love Christian Schloe’s artwork, ‘surrealism’ is my favourite genre of art. Whatever you’re doing this weekend have a wonderful time my dear friend. Love and light, Deborah.

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  4. I was a perfectionist and A type in my previous working life in commerce and since changing careers and lifestyle I have spent the past twenty years trying to rid myself of these ways of being. The old A-type is long gone but the perfectionist still raises her head every now and then, especially when I’m trying to get images ‘right’! But oh the freedom and joy ageing and having a more carefree attitude brings! May we long continue on that path Aladin!

    I have to say your story at the end did make me laugh and feels all too familiar already! Have a lovely weekend!

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  6. Hi dear friend. I can relate to your perfectionist ways and being high achieving. You give incredibly generously in every post you do on here and the thoughtful and kind comments as well. This is no doubt exhausting. I find it really hard to let go of striving for perfection. I’m learning to over time. I loved the Persian story, taking it slower and enjoying the present moment is so important. Thank you for reminding me dear friend take care 🙂

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  8. Jean Raffa's avatar Jean Raffa

    You and I sound a lot alike with our perfectionism and the pressure we put on ourselves. I can let some things go, but I also don’t want to leave things undone. And I can’t imagine that I’ll ever stop trying to gain self-knowledge. Thanks for the cute story! It made me smile! Jeanie

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    • I am wolking on my path beside yours, and as I get closer, I feel prouder. And I believe we’ll never stop trying to gain Self-knowledge. Thank you for your instructive words, as always, dearest Jeane.🤗💖🙏🦋

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  10. I know the movie you speak of. It is an entertaining watch.

    Still one has to accept the way of the times, or one could get angry. This is the same for many things from the past, that have now changed.

    I decided to free myself and stop striving for perfection when I was around 30. It did some good, but I’m still as guilty as you!

    I’m laughing out loud at the anecdote. How true, how true!

    Thank you for that!

    LOVE the song!

    On another note:

    Why did I think you name is spelled “Alaedin””

    I saw it spelled Aladin, recently on a comment.

    Please pardon me for my error!

    ❦❦❦🌺🌷🌹❦❦❦

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    • First of all, at thirty, one is mature enough to stop blaming the past; that’s a good decision, my friend. The past is past, though it sounds easier said than done!😜
      Secondly, there is no need to apologize; you haven’t made any mistake. My name is of Arabic origin, and it would be written Alaeldin, like the famous poet Rumi, whose full name is Jalaleldin Rumi. Only the “el” wouldn’t be pronounced, but the sound! Anyway, you might have recorded my name from Twitter, which I wrote with “e” Alaedin. Also, you have no fault, but I messed things up myself.😁😂🙏💖😘

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  11. When I was a good deal younger, I thought they way you do(did). Now at seventy-six I occasionally think about all the mental anguish I created for myself. All pointless of course. With maturity comes experience…

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