Monday, February 11

Every time we live together

To find a meaning in life and easily spinning around finding that perfect thread to solving the mental intricacies that keep us away from our purpose – kills writing. Sometimes you secretly wish your problems wouldn’t go away – for your sake, and maybe also for the others’ sake, who seek models on the outside to reflect their own discontent and their own incapacity to deal with themselves.

Life unwinds more easily than one would expect, and meanings are always glued to actions we cannot always comprise in the glimpse of a moment. The funny thing is – one does not always need to search for a meaning. I’ve met someone not very long ago who decided to restrict his life to only a few actions outside work. He was striving between a parallel living made from photography and his unwanted IT life. Although his formation was actually different from both his money-making activities, he seemed to somehow have been drawn to fixing himself on a certain path, only in order not to lose the broader view.

But does happiness really lie in these trivial details?

Spacing from paris to new york
Silver sunglasses
Silver phone
Connect us to someone
Who doesnt know
About these feelings we cant control

(Hooverphonic, Renaissance Affair)

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