Irrationality

Last year I turned 24. Shortly after my birthday I realized it was 8 years since I started writing.

Over this period I was trying to do one thing — keep on writing and keep on getting better no matter what.

1 hour at the beach helped me realize a few things

This afternoon I had a walk on a beach. It was high tide. The sea was spitting out it’s strongest surge.

Lightly and naturally.

Clouded Memories #2: The greatest freedom, is when you don’t give a fuck

A brief conversation between a wise girl and a narrow-minded mother

Girl: “… but I really want to be a ballerina, mum!”

Mother: “Nonsence. You’ve gotta do something proper. I won’t stand for you being a clown in front of other people!”

Truth being untrue

Every truth spoken or written is untrue at the same time. Even this sentence.

So why bother reading? Or speaking? Why bother believing? We’ve gotta belive something. There’s gotta be truth somewhere.

Why kids shouldn’t be raised

Turning eighteen means getting mature. But what does maturity mean?

Mum and dad used to tell me being mature is about responsibility.

In their own point of view responsibility is all about having a stable job, be able to…

Solitude

It doesn’t sound like a compliment but being constantly surrounded by people often feels like having too much furniture in your living room.

The key issue with people is you can’t simply throw them away like a couch, wardrobe or chair.

Different Worlds

As I mentioned before writing has been my thing for quite a long time in my life.

But let me just explain more deeply how hard it might be just to simply sit your arse down and write something at least a little bit meaningful.

Clouded Memories: Thoughts & life lessons taken and written down in hindsight

I started gathering Clouded Memories exactly one day before marrying my wife Andrea.

They suppose to immortalize my most important thoughts from different life periods…