Eran and I were talking about a new method developed in Israel called “the code.” It was created by a young Israeli and it is supposed to work miracles. The process goes like this: 1. you think of someone close to you who is having difficulties in his or her life 2. you write down anything you can think of that this person is going through 3. you choose the one that appeals to you the most—hits you the most 4. imagine a situation that makes you feel the same way 5. write up a sentence that summarizes this 6. every day until the person receives peace or closure, you are to write this sentence.
I’m not sure just how much I buy this, but I gave it a try and it is supposed to create miracles. The book is in Hebrew, so I will just have to wait a while until I master the language, which should take something like 10 years.
I thought to write up a sentence about my relationship. He is going through so much right now and barely has the strength to keep himself going, let alone me. Instead of getting upset with him, which ultimately doesn’t lead to anything constructive, I thought Eran’s advice came at a good time. So I picked up the pen, wrote a few lines, and as a matter of fact, have to do that again before I go to bed.
Eran just heard that his father has prostate cancer, so he has also been doing the same, in hopes that this act will allow his father the opportunity to not feel that he has to be strong for everyone else—which can only make him weaker. As for myself, I have been thinking a lot about what I want for my own future—apart from having a family of my own—something altogether for myself. I think a life as a photojournalist is the most appealing since it will provide me the freedom I need, although perhaps not a whole lot of stability. I have been blindly going after an MA because I know that if I take anymore time off, I will most likely return to school in my 80s.
Life has taken so many unexpected turns. I only hope in the years to come, I will make some sense of it all.