Commiseration.

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It's a good day today,

because the new issue of the violet just came out! 

click on the image to read this fabulous magazine. 

Big news...

It's official:

I don't know if you can read it... but my place at Lancaster University has been confirmed... I am so glad! I still can not believe it though. So unreal. Well, when dreams become reality...

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The future is now

Last Friday we had the final "graduation-good-bye-take-care-best-wishes" event at our school.
It was really nice to be back on the school campus, meet classmates and teachers. But it also felt so weird riding my bike on my erstwhile way to school, parking it next to all the others, walking into the assembly hall, as if nothing had changend.
And suddenly it struck me, this feeling of being in between things, to have terminated one period of life but haven't started a new yet. In the last weeks, this kind of freaked me out, but than I started feeling really happy. I thought about how lucky I had been: my schooldays were such a great experience, I met so many dear friends, I had so much fun and learned so much.
But it's good, that it is over now, because I am so so ready for something new.
All these years when I heard the word "future", I thought of being a University student, living on my own, in an other town. And now it is right around the corner, happening at this moment. All these life-changing alterations are just a blink of an eye afar.


At the celebration in our school we all got a balloon with a card on it, where we could write down our wishes and than let them be carried away with the balloon.
The funny thing was, I didn't know what to write. At this moment I wasn't afraid or worried what the future could bring, I was just looking forward to it.

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In spite of everything.

Today is one of those days,
where i woke up and just was filled with happiness and gratitude.
I am so thankful for my family, my friends.
And I love my life.
Against all odds.

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Someday...

... I want to own a gramophone. 

I would listen to Frank Sinatra and Otis Redding on Sunday afternoons while drinking tea.

I've fallen in love with...

...Thougth Catalog.

About 500 different authours contribute their literary rhapsodies.


Maybe someday I'll be one of them. 

I just read an essay published on Thought Catalog by Bart Schaneman. It's titled "On Moving To New York And Being Who You Say You Are". Brilliant.


You can read it here.

To give you a bit of a foretaste:

"Yet, I still don’t understand why people have trouble owning what they are or what they want to be. It’s the wanting-to-be part that’s the most troublesome, I guess. It’s embarrassing to admit that you’re not really what you wish you were."

Without Words.

"If you want to change the world, pick up your pen and write." 

— Martin Luther

Amazing (the quote and the picture).

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Sitting, Waiting, Wishing.

Do you know this,
when you desire for something
and you try not to get your hopes up too high,
because you are afraid of disappointment?
But in the same moment,
you feel like it will rather come true,
if you believe strongly in your dream.
So your mind constantly alternates from one side to another.
While your calm to the outside
your inner turmoil grows
and you just hope that August will come quickly
so you finally know if that University of your dreams
will concede you access to their sacred halls.

Spring at Lancaster.

And yes, I'm obsessed with o-matic.

I don't know if this makes sense, but...

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...lately I'm wondering what people do when they achieved a goal. 

For example an athlete who wanted to set a new record in some kind of sport. 

He maybe worked for years towards his goal, trained day by day, sacrificed all his time, that he could have spent with friends and family, paid a lot of money for his fitness center membership, ate consequently only healty and empowering foods - with all his passion he pursuit for his attempt to set a new record.

And then: the day has come and he does it. He's happy that all his training finally had paid off, that he could prove everyone how disciplined, how strong, how good he is. 

Maybe he can merely comprehend that he really did it. For days he is on cloud nine, he feels invincible, like he could do everything. People salute him, his friends constantly tell him how proud they are of him.

Weeks and months go by and the radiance of his trophy slowly starts to fade. He disavows it, but the total satisfaction, the gratification he was filled with diminishes more and more.

What will he do now? Will he try to break another record? Or his own? Will all the training, all the fagging just start all over again? And then again and again and again? Will it ever end? Will he ever be fully content with himself, with his achivements, with his life?

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I met so many people who always talk about how happy they would be if only they achieved that special academic degree, had this super career, finally meet the man/woman of their dreams or just managed to sort out their lives.

I don't think it is wrong to dream, to the contrary - I think it's important to have ambitions that your chasing after. I have great respect for people who work hard to achieve their goals, who do not let anyone distract them from their aim.

I just don't want to be racing through life, to rush from one thing to an other, desperate to finally find happiness. 

Maybe it is against the whole "pursuit-for-happiness-philosophy", yet I think your general contentment with your life should not be depending on your accomplishments, your job, your car, the number of your facebook friends or whether your single or not.

These things add up to it, yes. But they are not happiness or contentedness in intself.

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