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Why the fear transience, where we live by it.

advance was expressed that this entry is more act as a shadow, melancholy, paired with poetry at its best ... or something.

come sooner or later the day when one deals with the most serious issue of human life: the end, death. Some people push him in front of him until he gets on and ultimately to himself. I do not know if this is the
CRT is regulated way. With ignorance is often stops away suffering. Just the sufferer wants to die. Ignorant of the death is desirable. Each must decide for himself which way he chooses - in every respect.

today I could not sleep at night, looked out the window and saw: I do not fear death (more). It but is a very strange feeling when you talk about his future - marriage, house, children - and yet know that you will witness perhaps not even the best time for a year: Christmas. In the head it is for so many years, we have learned to live with it, implicitly, for fear of idleness. No one knows your secret. You live with it. One lives and lives, and eventually you die with it. You ignore it, but it dominates your being secret because it's all so pointless. There is talk of a future that does not exist. Man makes plans, which will never rise. You dream dreams that will never come true. Vanitas - everything flows (Heraclitus). All life, everything breathes that and also all that thinks, is ephemeral.
And if this is all that holds the world, then should the end come. I have no more dreams and no plans. I do not promise more, but I no longer attend to create. Last night in bed I lost the fear. The effort is always to be a good person and as such is just so lonely, unused so that there is a straight drives in the arms of the slavering melancholy. I'm not unhappy ground up, no. For me there is just no winning ticket in the lucky drum. It will just continue with business as usual until the end is given. Help out, an absolute No-Go. The come on by itself.

I'm just wondering if anyone would shed a tear. Not because I was someone, but someone special. And if I had only been to one, then I have lived.

Live the way that you are all ready to die. Mary Ward, (1585 - 1645) For yet a little while, and will be the one to come, and he not be late. Bible, Hebrews 10:37 death is nothing but the order a contact page in the book of life. In the eyes of others it is death, but for those who die, it is life. Hazrat Inayat Khan (1882 - 1927) Dying is the last what you can start. back into itself, to be beside himself From Belgium dying. Peter Rudl (b. 1966)

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It may be that one or the other actually asked why this was so long no new post written. Well, I found myself in a "non-emotive phase, very nice stuff, I can say in retrospect. Sorry, God (if it exists) has the comfortable skin unfortunately abgepellt without warning and leave me feeling naked.

short Where are feelings, and melancholy bleating is not far away.

Well, I feel very recently again and, of course, as it should be otherwise, a negative trend . Some feelings can be so cruel, I have really very little missing. It's not a nice feeling to feel feelings that you know that they are invisible, but that also remain imm he will. If you try to dissuade it, and maltreated himself with vorfwurfsvollen questions ( "What could these ridiculous feelings for the and-the? You SST further full well that you'll never be happy!" ). Not nice not easy - what is this nonsense about? With a desperate expression I am looking for my all-skin-matter, but they find only abgepellt and lying dead in a corner. Even that has not endured a long time.

head and heart are unfortunately separated. One can without the other, but also with each other can not. No compromise, it is felt! Sometimes I wonder if my heart is actually a little sadist . Instead of me once to do something good, it sends me out with this uneasy feeling. Question marks in my face, because if you had asked me, I would have said to the feelings of these people no. And now I can see how I get the feeling wiped out, so what does not work anyway because the invisible can be carried off badly, you do not know where to start we should. What it brings to the heart if the accident has already been established? We can say nothing of the people's feelings, because this man has nothing left. Especially not for one that nobody wants anyway. I would someone like that, moreover, do not want. It would also blow but really no trouble, but somehow there is still a residual pride that finally demands his luck. The luck is with the premise so much. You stand in front of a mountain, behind which waits also quite possibly the luck ... Perhaps behind the mountain but also another. I dare not. My heart laughs. And crying.

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After a weekend full of money and spending and Möbelgeschleppe geschraube I finally give you some first impressions of my new apartment. Hehe. Still, it is of course quite bare. The fine tuning and all my belongings Finally, still need to be made and furnished.

This is because the living room with nice balcony. * Beam * Because it lacks even mainly for carpet, wall shelves and personality. But all that will come.

in the bedroom of the beautiful cabinet, which has claimed even my two structurally Superzügler. But the seizure was worth it. I love that part!

Jahaa - A girl's dream come true. Gothic for my bedroom I have got a four-poster bed made. Meanwhile, the front curtains are mounted. And for the skeptics: Even if it looks as though it were a rattle and wobbling - this thing is surprisingly stable and vibration-resistant.

Mh And there I sit straight. my new work. Since the corner cabinet is still not there, unfortunately, the crafts table just moved to PC. But that should change soon too.

Sunday and that's because my team reins. Again, many thanks to you all and thick CRUSH!

And after all the reins - work tomorrow to work everyday we go again, I must have been moved already in my poster bed. Guts nächtle and best wishes, the Serith!

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so so. I want to improve through this blog so the world, I was saying earlier. This However, once the question arises whether a virtual record of all such things can. I say no, I'm a pessimist. And I say yes, I'm a weirdo. No easy matter, this world Improve .

But seriously, and among us: the words can change the world, they have many times! So my blog is definitely still in the race. But I want to ever change the world ? I give it an answer first, otherwise the Voltage, Supply ng away, yes. If I change to that virtual "diary" the world or even better-can, then, this assumes that one man is capable, in this Case, I alone. Crazy idea. The earth under my flag. On the screens at Times Square my face. And London's red double-decker bus on each. The TV tower will be renamed in Poet-On-Drugs-tower, as well as Wall Street now Poet-On-Drugs-Street say. Hollywood is not Hollywood, but of course Poet-On Drug Wood and you are not happy, but poetondrugsig. My face on every milk carton and each beer label.

Every reader will be at the thought certainly become warm-hearted and the anticipation is unaffordable. Except for Julia. The found the not so beautiful that I want to improve the world .

But wait - would it at all well, just to make the world to change? I have to think spontaneously at a person who had this power and this power clearly rose to the head. He also had an idea of a "better world", but that idea died the death of millions of people, as well as his own A man is but one man, a minimal spot of Mother Earth, which one should not make patchwork of world . powerful but unchecked. If you listen to no one needs to think again one could then perhaps the power of the crazy world is in your head a reality. And then perhaps millions of innocent people die. Or billions. Or even, because one of the world is gone to his head and not out there wants. To my call to

a ls world a better candidate is justice, not to mention absolutely necessary that the ground for improvement of edges and corners do not really lacking. Spontaneously I am thinking back to Africa and I remember promt to the nice dark-skinned woman on the escalator in front of me and her frown when I told my friend that I'm sorry would do the people of Africa because the development in many places, so unfortunately still never arrived. She commented this way, so that the yes and no longer as it stood out as racists. So so. I hope not to be racist to be when I say to ensure that I develop the infrastructure of many African countries and for more education, healthcare and commerce. And much more ... If I was a gooder. But yes I would not be any more. powerful but fear. And fear makes weak. And that makes it no better.

The makes another better. I go to sleep.