I sit in my room
I should pass the broom
But it’s just a way
I make bad choices
Blank out the noises
In my head – telling me
To get out of bed
The same problems
Are they really problems
Or is it me not being ok?
The same problems
Make them go away
Let me be happy
So I can stay
I spend the day
Just waiting away
Not knowing where to start
Not feeling smart
Where is my energy?
Where is the better ‘me’?
How can I start over?
Where’s my lucky clover?
I’m sick of it
Sick of this sh*t
Sick of myself
Sick of being someone else
Gotta be me, do me
Laugh with my roomie
‘Bout all those dark thoughts
And complaining about-
What are we complaining about
It’s nothing, no big deal
Just anxiety that rolls the wheel
The same problems
It’s up to me alone
To make them go away
And I stay
I will fight
I am smart
My choices bright
And I’m alright
Another song that was written quite quickly and randomly earlier today. Nothing fancy, just me messing around with a guitar and some thoughts.
Have a great day!
The streets for hours
Through the night
When we passed the church
And got hurt
You went down
On the ground
And it made
A dull sound
I was shocked
But you said you were alright
And that was when
I lost the fight
I burst out laughing
I couldn’t stop
It was so funny
How you had dropped
But I’m sorry
I really am
For laughing although
You hurt your hand
Believe me, man
And please forgive me
I hope you can
I am aware of the bad quality of this poem :) – it was actually a little song I quickly wrote for a friend. She had a little accident last time we met and I wanted to apologize for my reaction… (don’t worry, she’s ok, and she laughs about it, too – I even have her permission to put this up here)
I just thought you might be able to relate to those situations where you just can’t help but laugh…
Also, why not start the New Year with a bit of randomness!
Do you also constantly plan on donating more, but rarely end up actually doing it? I sure do, even if I don’t really know why. Now I finally seem to have found a solution: I decided to save up my tips until the end of December and donate them. Since they are basically an add-on to my salary, this seems to be the best way to spend them wisely.
I want to encourage all of you to join me and put aside whatever percentage of your tips, and then donate the money to a charity of your choosing at the end of December (or later, of course). I know that some jobs don’t pay much without tips, so it’s up to every one of you to decide how much you can afford to save up. It doesn’t matter whether this is the entity of your tips, half, a quarter, or even less.
Personally, I decided to save up all my tips, however little or much money that might be in the end. It’s not about the number, it’s about the gesture, and every single coin can help to make a difference.
Please let me know in the comments if you decide to join me, I’d love to hear about your experiences! I’ll be sure to let you know how things are going for me, and which charity I end up choosing.
All the best
PS: I’m probably not the first one to come up with this idea, so let me know if you read about similar projects elsewhere!
Success does not mean money and fame. It means living exactly the life you want to live. Not because it is flawless, but because even its drawbacks help you to live your dream. You can accept them because they, too, allow you to be yourself.
Success means liking who you are, being happy, and spreading love to others. It means being content, proud, and in peace.
However, it also means accepting that feeling down every now and then is just as much part of this game we all play.
The one we call life.
This kind of success cannot be reached by following that one master plan society has come up with.
It is reached by creating your very own.
“What exactly makes an adult different from a child?” asked the kid.
“Structure”, said the woman with the irregular working hours while trying to tidy her messy apartment.
“Security”, said the man who made his money at the casino.
“Reliability”, said the woman who had forgotten to show up at her date.
“Purposefulness”, said the man who was, after years and years, still searching for a job he actually liked.
“A family they could choose”, said the woman, crying, not knowing whether her partner would come back after their last fight.
“Independence”, said the man with the broken foot, waiting for his partner to help him downstairs.
“Responsibility”, said the woman blowing the smoke of her cigarette into the face of her new-born.
“Control”, said the man while the woman next to him absent-mindedly touched her black eye.
“Knowledge”, said the woman who didn’t really know who she was or who she wanted to be.
The kid continued searching, exploring, growing, finding, stepping back and stepping forth, wondering, learning, fearing, laughing, crying, being…
And so did the adults.
Being up late at night, reading a book or just listening to some music while looking at the stars is so comforting. There’s something calming about knowing that most people are asleep. It’s a peaceful silence. It is freeing because there’s no one to judge you. You don’t have to explain what you are doing and why, you don’t have to pretend, and you won’t be compared to anyone. You don’t have to live up to any expectations. Nobody has to know, and nobody cares. That’s nice. Of course it’s important to have people who care about you, but sometimes you just need to be by yourself, without having to worry about people or calm people who worry about you. Nighttime seems to be a good time for that. Just a few hours to be completely free. Sometimes bad feelings and anxiety can start haunting you in those moments of solitude, but if you manage to switch them all off it can turn into a feeling of satisfaction and contentment. Whenever I feel squished by life I try to remember that feeling and it always helps me to calm down.
Sometimes it helps to go back to simply existing before tackling everything else in our lives.
Everyone goes outside on a sunny day, takes walks along the river or through the forest. But have you ever taken the time to go sit in the forest by yourself on a rainy day?
Have you ever taken the time to turn off your phone and put away your book in order to just sit and be?
Have you ever started to listen to the raindrops falling on the roof of leaves above you and on the stones and dirt around you?
Were you ever a bit scared at first from all the sounds you couldn’t quite understand, and have you ever come to the conclusion that you are safe among all these living things around you?
Have you ever hesitated before shooing away a moth and realised that it just wanted to sit down next to you and keep you company for a little while?
Have you ever watched the mountains on the horizon slowly disappear in the creeping darkness and let the light breeze play with your hair?
Have you ever decided to leave, just before it got too dark to find your way back, not because you were afraid, but because you no longer wanted to disturb the nocturnal peace of that special place?
Have you ever taken a truly fulfilling breath before walking home with a light feeling of bliss in your heart?