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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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Is it a business or a hobby?
Why am I writing, to who, what about and what for? That’s where I am at, again. Wondering which word will make it out of my head into these letters and which ones I better keep for myself. Who is going to read it anyways? Looks like you are. But who are you? Do I…
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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…
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One last love letter.
Before I let go for good, before I’ll watch you drive away with someone else, I just wanted to dedicate a few words to all these corners I had built with my own hands, the corners that felt like home in another life. This house-truck sums up all the details I have come to notice…
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What do you do?
“What about you, what do you do in life?” And now, do you know what to say? Are you shooting out one word and feel like that is really you? Did you like the answer you just gave? Are you really identifying with that roll you described your life with? Student. Housewife. Doctor. Photographer. Artist.…
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Why am I doing this?
Not only am I asking myself that question when I cycle up a mountain before breakfast, but also when landscapes around me are just to beautiful to grasp or when I am too exhausted to think, when strangers are kind and when I feel lost and alone. Why am I doing this? Why am I…
kesityu. 