I got back to Vienna two days ago. I was in Kenya for two weeks. Very soon I will upload the pictures I took.
I know in general I have not written very much on my blog. The reasons therefore are different but the main one is that I was scared about people judging me on that also - about the level of my English. I know quite a few people who are happy when they are able to destroy a person with continuously sarcastic comments.
But I have discovered the following: they are not the problem but it's me. I give too much power to these people.
I started a blog in English to practice in order to become more confident with the language.
Well, this period is not an easy one :) During this stage of my life where I suffer quite a lot, I think about different things: First of all, who cares if people reading these sentences say that I'm stupid.
Suffering is something indispensable to improve our life. Changes can only happen once we suffer deeply. Lately, I think a lot about the death. What exactly is it?
I'm not speaking about death after a long illness. I'm speaking about people who have started their day like any other without any suspicion that this will be their last one. In the news you can hear plenty of such destinies. I think it is necessary to consider every day like your last day. I know it is not easy but if I could, I would live better.
In some situations I believe that death could also be seen as a friend; a friend that takes away lots of problems, lots of sufferings; a friend that gives you another chance.
It is important to consider death and life as one thing.
Without life death cannot exist and the other way around - like breathing in and breathing out.
Death reminds us that we have to live every second and we shouldn't use so much time to complain about ourselves. We don't have to waste time in something that produces only sufferings.
Sometimes decisions are difficult to take - not for you personally but for the people around you.
Hence, now it's time to take decisions even if other people think they are stupid.
- Posted on August 21, 2007 at 7 a.m.
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I run my blog since 2001 (officially, but I've been having a webpage with my personal stuff on it since 1997). Sometimes I've been scared by the thought that someone could read what I was writing (not because of my lame English, about which I don't give a sh!t) but because of the sensible topics. I dumped a girl via blog (how many people can say that?), I got my dad seeing me almost naked online (yep, that was embarassing)... and I could tell many other stories. Sometimes writing is easier than speaking, because it's just you choosing the time.
Life is good, quite often, but sometimes death is not even the worst thing in sight. Sadness comes and goes, just like foam on beer, and beer itself. Just live one day at a time.
Keep up, keep tough!
Jacopo Says:
January 28, 2008 at 5:53 p.m.
o me, it's a matter of what "tense" are you in. I mean, a lot of people live in their past, often complaining and regretting it. A lot of people live in their future, hoping or fearing something ahead of them. Personally, I try to live as much as I can in my present tense: in this way I think it's easier to not worrying about stupid comments on your english (which is pretty good, by the way) and make those decisions you talk about, the intuitive ones rather then the rational ones (because the latter always tend to consider past and future implications).
Live the present, my friend, as much as you can.
ciabattajack Says:
January 28, 2008 at 5:54 p.m.
...you cannot take every day as the last, sometimes we must hard work and we have no time to other things...not to do a lot of money, but only a little one to live, above all if your job is very creativ...but I know what you mind...
Markuz Says:
January 28, 2008 at 5:52 p.m.