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Too warm, too busy, too many excuses

Too warm. I like summer. The heatwave hits Europe. And I admit that I now understand the siesta culture in hot countries. I do not want to admit it. Even to myself. I do not want to join in the choir of complaints. I love summer. Still my productivity drops. Too warm. Too busy. A […]

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Hey stranger

Hey stranger. I saw you only three days ago. Yet it feels like at least thrice as much. We talk on the phone. Via messenger. So do not feel that I complain about that. In fact I am glad. It seems productivity takes space as well as closeness. And my creative well is flowing over. […]

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Seeing for the most part is not truly seeing

Seeing for the most part is not truly seeing. Every day my eyes are covered by a filter. It is called routine. Determination. Getting from A to B. Not deviating to look left or right. Efficiency equals tunnel vision. But sometimes, though rarely, the shutters go up. Which permits life to get to me. Touch […]

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Wisdom, once gained, is a beautiful thing

Wisdom, once gained, is a beautiful thing. There might be nothing more valuable and worth striving for than wisdom. Although, the process of gaining it is usually less desirable. At least in my experience. Gaining wisdom usually happens during those intense moments. The ones that unbalance me. That sometimes throw me violently out of my […]

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If I could as I would

If I could as I would I’d roam the world. Endlessly. Get entangled in it. Linger. After a while break free to keep on exploring. Always being in the moment. During breathtaking views as well as the small glimpses of real personal happiness and content that are so unexpected yet so welcome that I do […]

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