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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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All of Me at the Top of the Mountain.
Have you ever found yourself standing at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take? “What is it that you are going to teach me today?”, I wonder as I get out of bed long before sunrise. As many other times I had been tempted to ignore the alarm and stay in these cushions. They…
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It’s not what you have it’s what you do.
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. For many years I thought: “That’s just the way I am. And that is how they are.” Not noticing I have…
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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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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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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…
kesityu. 