As I said before, perhaps it is enough sometimes to just ask questions? And, to paraphrase Rilke, to live into the answers? What makes me happy? What do I really need? How do I live at ease? What is important (to me)? What is it never too late for? What does freedom mean to me?… Continue reading . questions .
“This is a crossroads we all know, a moment when you need to shed a skin. If you do, you’ll expose all those painful nerve endings and feel so raw that you’ll need to take care of yourself for a while. If you don’t, then that skin will harden around you. It’s one of the… Continue reading . crossroads .
I am a highly sensitive person and have been worrying about all kinds of things for as long as I can remember. Like 24/7. For a long time I was pretty much alone with that – until Covid came along. Since then, I talk to people who are worried every day. People, who are anxious… Continue reading . Together .
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point… Continue reading . The same questions .
I’ve been sharing my thoughts on Instagram for a while now. I never break any follower records, but that’s not the point. It’s a ritual to sit down on Friday afternoons and reflect: What was important this week? What has been on my mind? For a long time, I considered this kind of writing detached… Continue reading . Communication, differently .
“Most people don’t grow up. It’s too damn difficult. What happens is most people get older. That’s the truth of it. They honor their credit cards, they find parking spaces, they marry, they have the nerve to have children, but they don’t grow up. Not really. They get older. But to grow up costs the… Continue reading . in truth .