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There is no reason, not to grow.
Kafka said something in the lines of: “When you live you don’t write.” I picked up that sentence in my last year of high school. Somewhere in between a lot of books I didn’t feel like reading. I certainly didn’t feel like reading Kafka, but since I heard that phrase I sympathized with him, nonetheless.…
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Another face of freedom – Sitting with myself in silence.
So much happens, I barely have the time to digest it. Think about it or write about it. Thousands of photos are piling up in my phone. And in my note book I place phrases and words, hoping they’ll make me remember all these thoughts later on. But now that I sit in someone else…
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Trading Comfort for Growth
I am no longer asking: “Why am I doing this?” Meanwhile other people still ask me: “But why are you doing this?” “Irgendwie muess mer sich ja beschäftige…” (Somehow we have to find a way to pass our time, no?) I tell them, and it shuts them up. At least for a short moment. And…
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“That’s just not who I am.”
“That’s just not who I am.” – or is it really? Some people are rich and some aren’t. Some have a six-pack some don’t. Some people just have good luck in life and some life with bad luck. Some people are happy and some aren’t.
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The spell is broken.
Where have you been today, one year ago? From time to time, I like to go through the photos on my phone, pick the exact day one year ago just to see how far I have come since. There are phases. Phases where there are mostly screenshots of ideas or sentences, concepts that resonated with…
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Do you choose joy or sadness?
The comfort of a dualistic world. Separating things into one or the other might offer comfort or a sense of control over the events of life happening to us. When things are seldom just one or the other. There isn’t only joy or sadness. There are all the emotions in between. Joy isn’t always what…
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A crowded mind in a calm place.
“There is no getting on top of the list.” I have to remind myself almost once a day. Not sure anymore where I have read that sentence, but ever since it sticked. I am glad. Shows up to remind me, that I can’t shoot the expectations towards myself, to the moon. Sometimes it helps to…
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Love Life.
The books I read: “Love Life” by Matthew Hussey. “Instead of putting my in-the-moment feelings in charge, I always ask myself this question: Is this a thing, that once it’s over, makes me say, “I’am glad I did that”?” p.109 Why this one? Under one of my recent post I got an especially inspiring reply,…
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When did you stop learning?
Does education stop somewhere between your teens and late twenties? The question on how to educate kids is a recurrent one. With people who have kids themselves, with others working with kids, remembering how it was to be young or considering how they’ll deal with it once they will have children of their own. And…
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Too late?
“I wish I knew, when I was 21!” I know it now and I see how much struggle and pain I could have spared myself if I could have only known a little earlier. “If I could have only known since the beginning.” And then I have a conversation with someone twice or three times…
kesityu. 