In our drive to define every part of ourselves, are we losing touch with the simple pulse of being alive? Maybe, instead of endlessly dissecting who we are, it’s time to let go—and just live the mystery.
I tried to be a good woman – tried in the way you try to hold water in your hands, cupping it so gently, watching it slip through your fingers, and wondering, for a moment, if you could somehow change the physics
Mit einem bitteren Vorwurf wirft er mir in seiner Nachricht entgegen, dass alles nur in meiner Fantasie geschehen sei. Er spricht von Trugbildern, von falschen Erwartungen, von Enttäuschungen und ungelösten Themen. Doch ist die Fantasie nicht etwas Wunderbares? Wann, frage ich mich,
The challenge is not about having no problems but identifying the right ones and knowing how to act. Why is it then that we keep ourselves in a state of complaint over the solvable problems?