This is not a choice. I need to write. I need to get it out. I already meditated. I already ate. I already walked. I already breathed so much that my lungs are in panic for the sudden relieve on their

I got a bit more lucky last week than the one before. With photographs, that is. The rest was underwhelming. Today didn't start too well, either. But this post is about the pictures, not the stuff going

This turned out to be a somewhat positive post. That wasn't obvious from the start. I thought it would rather become dark again. Friday is my birthday. 37 it is. Can't say I care too much about that in

That's how the day started. The view from my rooftop. The air was crisp and clean, the sun was having a blast. Right that moment I decided to take care of my rooftop garden - finally, I must say. Most

I believe that government is necessary and rather live in a state with one, than without. There was a time when I believed in the ability of humans to self-organize and find the way that leads to common

I finally had a good day. After weeks of low energy and working hard despite that, I gave myself some rest this week. More or less. 4 times gym and 3 times martial arts training does not help that much.

Some days, the urge to not be is too strong. The feeling of needing to dull it all down, drown out reality. It's part of dismantling the walls that have protected me for so long. That helped me manage

I'm grateful last week is over. Not sure about how this week will be, but hopefully not worse. There were many moments that I just looked up into the sky to find some solace in the endless. There wasn't

Nero is back home. I wrote a little bit about that on my main account, but it definitely has to have its place in my diary, too. After a lon week of fighting the poising he’s here, in my flat, which is

Yeah, I'm a day late again. I don't know why, but I don't feel much like writing these days. Although, I do feel like it - I just don't do it. That's not good. Even my Actifit-Diary was cut short a bit.

Another training day at Nuevo Sol. I know so much more about fabrics, threads and stitches now. Even words in English and Spanish that I have no idea what they would be in German. We’re almost through

It was hard to get into gear. A long night, short sleep, and overall exhaustion. But the prospect of the day was excellent – going to my favorite place in the Intag valley with Ellie, Kami and friends

I forgot to clip my toe nails. Which generally isn't a problem, they're well guarded inside socks (I bough new ones, so most don't even have holes), inside sneakers or shoes or whatever I use to protect

Is it Fridays that it hits differently? Or just random? I remember being in the same mood last Friday. Ready to cry at every minute. To punch walls. Diminish people. Give into my dark side. Is it a weekend

I have a buddy. I think. He's more of a friend's friend. Actually he's my friend's sponsor, helping him to stay sober and going through the steps and all that. My friend is in a high stress situation at

I finished a book. No, not C.S. Lewis’ Abolition of Man, I finished that a while ago, after along struggle. This time, it was “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy, recommended to me by @galenkp (thanks for that!)

Friends I mean. Sometimes it's all that's needed, that they're here for me. Sunday we went to a local brewery. Rather spontaneously. Things came together and there we were, with the most amazing view on

I'm back at reading my favorite diary again, that one by Marcus Aurelius. His thoughts always make me think. This time about praise. He uses the metaphor of beauty, but I think he's really talking about

There are those moments in life that merit a little self destruction. Or so I told myself, as my hand snapped back quickly, and the smell of burned hair ascended into my nose. The fire was angry. So was

Waking up in the fresh air to the sound of the river roaring, listen to Ellie's calm and regular breathing and to birds all around. We didn't make it late last night, fell asleep not even 5min into the