I might change the title to searching presence. Lately, I've been a lot in my head spinning around money, success, relationships, my lifestyle, and my choices. Being triggered by an environment mainly based on looks and typical success stories that don't leave much space for actual happiness created by ones true expression but contentment created… Continue reading Finding presence
A peaceful and quiet place. Maybe the beach, maybe a rooftop. The only sound comes from birds and the wind softly touching the palm trees. It's early in the morning and the sun is just about to rise, touching and caressing my skin with the first warm sunbeams making their way down to earth. The… Continue reading Meditation sucks
No one is going to come and set the world around exactly like you want it to be. No one will rescue from your own shadows as your heart ist filled with sadness and despair. No one will pull you out of the hole you managed to get yourself into. No one will get you… Continue reading You‘re the creator
Presence is my greatest drug. Not giving away power to too much or too little. Taste it, smell it, see it, sense it, touch it, perceive it, be the food, be the water, be the moment. See, fully, and be what you see, feel what you see, be the eye and the object, the skin… Continue reading Thoughts to ponder
Life is all about going on. Going on with your duty, missions, dreams. Going on with what you have to do and with what you want to do. Going on with relationships, friendships, going on with your life. A big part of going on is letting go, in fact, it’s the same for me. Letting go… Continue reading Moving on
This part of my life is called: finding myself. I‘ve been preaching about society's dysfunctional patterns for a long time now. Some of you know my hate speeches about the 9to5 society, about jumping right into work after finishing school or university, about the necessary house, the big car, and the obligatory partner for life. … Continue reading Finding myself
We are all just constantly busy hiding. Hiding emotions, hiding extra kilos, hiding little lies and big ones too. So busy covering our tracks of what is not „appropriate“, „trendy“, „normal“ or „ pretty“ due to society’s standards. I hide like… all the time. I find myself too emotional, too vulnerable, too weak. I consider… Continue reading Where’s the love?
Am I at home in this skin? Looking into sharp mirror splinters full of desire on lonely walls reflecting some of what I want to be, covering the ugly in my soul, facing the cold and hard light of another reality whilst catching a glimpse on something soft and warm running through my fingers as… Continue reading Ferocious skin
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