You get to meet people from around the globe, literally around the globe, who are at the beginning of their careers, too, being at least as much as excited about being so far away from home as you are because you get to welcome them in 4 different languages in your home country and, them being at least as much at the beginning of their careers and a little lost as you are at age 29 now, too.

But we’re excited!

Quand j’ai envie de changer de point de vue, je le fait.
Quand j’ai envie de changer de rôle, je le fait.
Quand j’ai envie de m’éloigner, je le fait.

Je change de langue.
De langue, mais aussi de language.

La possibilité que j’ai chaque jour de pouvoir choisir la langue, le niveau, l’humour, la manière de m’exprimer et, en conclusion, la perception de l’extérieur vers ma peronne, est une valeur sans prix.

Seul mes parents sont à remercier. Sans leur patience, pas de possibilité.

Est-ce que ces possibilités diverses me permettent d’être la personne que j’ai envie d’être?
Est-ce cela me défini comme la personne que je suis?
Est-ce que ces possibilités me donne plusieurs personnalités?

Oui.

Non.

Je ne suis pas sûre.

En tout cas, j’en ai besoin. De ces options.
Elles font parti de moi.

Le résultat c’est que je suis.

You have my word.

I swear.

I promise.

Everybody knows those sentences. Those sentences are important ones. They are important and beautiful, as long as they stay exceptions.

As long as they emphasize someone’s intention.

As long as they especially emphasize the act behind them.

As long as they show the importance of realizing their content.

These words demand action.

No action – no need so say them.

It’s as easy as that.

Some people use those sentences too easily.

Some people do not think about their actual meaning.

Some people do not realize the necessity to act after speaking those words.

Some people just stroll around promising this and that.

Some people give their word to all sorts of things and then what?

Nothing.

No action.

No reflection.

Mostly people who do not keep their so called “promises” – lead me to an even worse conclusion:

If those people constantly need to promise things and then manage to never keep those, what value and liability do their everyday words haven then, anyway?

Wenn man mal wirklich Alles auf sich zukommen lässt, man einfach keine Pläne gemacht hat und sich auf irgendjemanden oder irgendetwas verlässt, passieren manchmal recht lustige Dinge.

Wie unerwartet schön es ist, ohne konkrete Vorstellungen wie der nächste Tag oder die nächste Nacht verlaufen könnte, die Überraschungen, die uns das Universum in solchen Momenten entgegen wirft, entspannt anzunehmen, sich dann darüber zu wundern und letztendlich daran zu erfreuen.

Was alles Gutes passiert, wenn man es nur zulässt!

Sich nicht mit Menschen und deren banalen Meinungen auseinander zu setzen, welche die Energieverschwendung nicht wert sind, ist hier der Schlüssel zum temporären Glück.

Doch Obacht!

Niemals solltest du deine Liebsten mit dieser Kälte und Distanz malträtieren! Die Schäden die daraus entstehen könnten, möchte ich mir nicht vorstellen. Nimm hier also Probleme und Missstimmungen wahr und stelle dich ihnen mutig.

Einfach umdrehen und gehen könnte hier fatal enden und wäre außerdem viel zu einfach. So geht das leider nicht.

Für alles Weitere und Oberflächliche gilt dennoch und um es nochmal kurz zu fassen:

Distanziere dich höflich von dem, der dich bremst und dir nicht gut tut.  

Egal auf welcher Ebene.

Die richtigen Gespräche hingegen, in den richtigen Kreisen können ein Lebenselixier sein.

As I looked at the crowd of people, I felt suddenly disoriented. How can I explain…? I’ve already told you I don’t know how much time I spent in the Fae. But it had been a long, long while. I had lived there so long, that the strangeness of it had faded. I’d grown comfortable there. Now that I was back in the mortal world, this crowded taproom seemed strange to me. How odd to be indoors, rather than under the naked sky. The thick-timbered wooden benches and tables looked so primitive and rough. The lamplight seemed unnaturally bright and harsh to my eyes. I’d had no company but Felurian for ages, and the people around me seemed strange by comparison. The whites of their eyes were startling. They smelled like sweat and horses and bitter iron. Their voices were hard and sharp. Their postures stiff and awkward. But that only scratches the bare surface of it. I felt out of place in my own skin. It was profoundly irritating to be wearing clothes again, and I wanted nothing more than to be comfortably naked. My boots felt like a prison. On my long walk to the Pennysworth, I’d had to constantly fight the urge to remove them. Looking at the faces around me, I saw a young woman of no more than twenty. She had a sweet face and clear blue eyes. She had a perfect mouth for kissing. I took half a step towards her, fully intending to catch her up in my arms and … I stopped suddenly, just as I began to reach out with one hand to caress the side of her neck, and my head spun with something very close to vertigo. Things were different here. The man sitting beside the woman was obviously her husband. That was important, wasn’t it? It seemed a very vague and distant fact. Why wasn’t I already kissing this woman? Why wasn’t I naked, eating violets, and playing music underneath the open sky? Looking around the room again, everything seemed terribly ridiculous. These people sitting on their benches, wearing layers on layers of clothing, eating with knives and forks. It all struck me as so pointless and contrived. It was incredibly funny. It was like they were playing a game and didn’t even realize it. It was like a joke I’d never understood before.

The Wise Man’s Fear (The Kingkiller Chronicle) (Patrick Rothfuss)

Sun. Surf. Sand. Beach. Sweat. Water. Salt. Coconuts. Egg Roll. Rice & Curry. Rotti. Fish. Pineapple. Passionfruit. Mango. Turtles. Sunburn. Mosquitos. Spiders. Monkeys. Bananas. Tuk Tuk. Honking. Palmtrees. Arraq. Crabs. Gecko. Weed. Beer. Music. Shorts. Bikini. Tan. Sleep Naked. Friends. Laughter. Barefoot. Scooter. Sunscreen. Reading. Rupees. Buses. Guest House. Rain. No Electricity. Family. Kids. Safari. Elephants. Birds. Buffalos. Sand Flies. Bed Bugs. Infection. Travel Organisation. Citronella. Heat. Hammock. Peacock. Tailor. Kick Start. Yoga. Boxing. Cooking. Fireplace. Wipe Out. Reef Cut. Kottu Rotti. Dhal. Argument. Money. Bonfire. Boats. Fishermen. Sarong. Sari. Henna. Colours. Flowers. Flash Lights. Wanker. Yes. Wanker Standing Among The Trees. Kitties. Stray Dogs. Squirrels. Varans. Chameleon. Game Of Thrones. Cuddle. Full Moon. Puke. Peace Starts With A Smile. Beach Hut. Noise. Dirt. Henna. Necklace. Sugar. Sex. Starry Sky. Freedom. Breeze. Hang Loose. Fan. School Uniforms. Five People On One Motorcycle. Market. Hear The Ocean While Sleeping. Lonely Beaches. Wildness. Elementary Problems. Dirty Feet. No Harm. Buddhist. Muslim. Christian. Hindu. Kindness. Help. Breathe In. Breathe Out. Peace.

Cologne, 03.01.17

The feeling you have, when you spend time with a true friend is something which isn’t measurable in any kind of materialistic way. And I mean old, familiar, h0nest and real friends.

There is only little more valuable, than to be allowed to open you heart, well knowing your opposite person knows and respects you to 100% with all your stories, backgrounds and experiences. With every details that makes you who you are. Knows your family, your hometown, your history and legacy. This person is caring and loving not despite but exactly because of all those details that make you whole. This person won’t go anywhere, it will stick with you whether you like it or not, will always have an open ear for you and at the end laugh through all the bullshit with you.

I can’t think of a lot of things that are worth such a friend.