Food for thought

Are you who you want to be?

Therese J. Borchard provides a powerful metaphor for how we live life and react to adversities.

Made me feel like a carrot and egg salad dreaming of being a coffee bean...

Life’s a bitch and then you die?

Everyone is miserable at work. We're all frowning, and snapping, and cursing. That gives me some relief. So it's not just me, I'm not crazy. And finally, I can stop faking engagement (not that anyone seemed to care about it anyway).

Compassion is so rare

In the time when needing is shameful and anything but perfect is a turnoff, compassion as an essential interpersonal skill has become dramatically neglected. Socially desirable interactions revolve exclusively around the positive, no matter what people want, think or feel. How are you is a formality and any other answer than fine makes the interlocutor uncomfortable. And we cannot afford putting others in a weird spot in this pleasure dominated age, so we hide or split into two Selves, the popular one and the other.

We meet, we talk, but we say nothing.

We spend tremendous amounts of time in the same schools, neighborhoods and workplaces, yet we know nothing about each other.

In a place with seven billion of us, it’s never been so hard to really talk to someone.

What can I say. People bring out stuff in us.

I had the most intense moment just now. My knees are still shaky. I was in the supermarket and for a second I thought I saw John. You don’t know John, but I know him and I’m sure he remembers me. John and I go waaay back. We have history. As my heart began to race, I took a second, courageous but what I hope to have been a discreet peek at the suspiciously looking man in the dairy section. I was relieved to see I was mistaken. John had presumably other business to attend this late Tuesday evening than choosing yoghurt.

And now I am compelled to tell you about John and I.

We are what we want

Here’s a question for you: what do you want?

Not for breakfast, not for your birthday, but from life.

What is your purpose? Do you have one? What do you want to be remembered for? Do you even care if you will be remembered at all?

There's a lot of rust beneath the surface

It's refreshing to find meaningful, inspiring content amid an internet filled with Lady Gaga's latest cry for attention. Joshua Becker invites us to start looking at people wearing an entirely different pair of glasses, maybe less pink but definitely cleaner. While I still don't get the whole 'love your enemy' idea (what is up with that?!? what am I missing?), I find the other 19 points quite well put and worth sharing. Enjoy!

Gone too soon

Andy Whitfield is dead.

I was so sure he was going to beat cancer. He was going to be the next Michael C. Hall. He was too young to be that sick. Too handsome to turn so quickly into dust. Had gotten the right role too recently. No way he was going to go.

But he did.

Life is short. It is hard to believe that in just several months we can go from being on top of the world to not being at all.

It’s hard to believe that Andy Whitfield is not a person anymore.

It’s hard to believe that we continue to exist but Andy, or Michael, or Amy are no longer real.

Goodbye, Andy. May you rest forever in peace.

The secret to an easy life

I haven’t even really started blogging, and I’m already writing less.

I apologize for that.

The reason for flying under the online radar these days is that I took a forced trip to hell and back – and they’re still having difficulties with their internet connection down there.