for my friend

how much does it take to break a human being?
how many times can a caged animal be poked and prodded, before the inner demon lends it the strength to break through the bars?

the desire for freedom is embedded in our hearts; a desire so great, so vital, that its voice can never be drowned out.

be safe, my friend.
i wish you would have had an easier path to travel.


it is a good thing coming home.

sometimes we get so tangled up in daily life; where everything seems to be so important, so pressing, so vital.
if we’re lucky, we can see and reflect on the insanity of the daily grind.
if we’re not so lucky, we get buried.
buried deep.

it is a good thing coming home.
it is a good thing to find the words still flowing, even though they have been imprisoned for a good, long while.

it is a good thing coming home.
i am grateful.

Of Vultures, Junkies and Tragedies

We are vultures, trapped in upgraded ape costumes.
If you look closely, you might be able to see the zipper.


Whenever there’s something to see, give it a minute – and watch the human vultures move in.
Horrible car accident. Gawkers.
Heart attack in the park. If you’re lucky, there’s one person helping, another calling for an ambulance… the rest: Gawkers.
Are we really so attracted to the sounds and sights, the screams and blood, the yellow and black police tape?
Not only out in the open do we encounter scandals and tragedies – they are everywhere. We don’t have to go far to get our daily dose. On WordPress, it’s the same.

What would you rather read… an article with the headline “Summer Breeze and Cold Drinks” or something like “How to survive falling off the Eiffel Tower – True Story”?
I know what I’d read. Unfortunately.

redandgreencropsmallWhat is it that makes us feed on pain and suffering, on raw emotion?
Does it make us feel more alive?
Does it make us feel better about ourselves?
What is it that makes us read a post written by someone who just got dumped in the worst way possible; read through the pained outpourings of a wounded heart, close the page and think “Thank God my girlfriend/boyfriend’s so dreamy…”?
Would we have even considered reading or watching Romeo and Juliet had they survived in the end? Would Shakespeare have written it without the extra portion of drama?

We’re emotionally incapable.
At least that’s what I think.

We all run on energy. The best way to “get in touch” with large amounts of energy is to produce strong emotions. As things are, it seems we aren’t able to produce enough positive energy on our own to stay in a happy state of mind. So, we go looking for “kicks”. Something – anything – that makes us feel better about ourselves. The greater the kick, the better we feel in the end.

I do not know when we became “Emotional Junkies”, what triggered this sad and wrong facet of human behavior, nor do I really understand why we are so attracted to tragedies.

Maybe one day, we will see there are other ways to gather energy. Freebies, there for the taking, without having to feed off of each other.
Maybe one day, we will learn.

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Copyright – Mankind’s Desire for Limitation


noun /ˈkäpēˌrīt/
copyrights, plural

  1. The exclusive legal right, given to an originator or an assignee to print, publish, perform, film, or record literary, artistic, or musical material, and to authorize others to do the same


I love to read.
Looking through countless blogs a day, I encounter the occasional ‘copyright statement’ and often wonder why it seems to be such a necessity for people to put them up.

Sure, I do understand that some do not want others to just take their ‘property’ and get credit for what didn’t spring from their minds.
But for me, the meaning of ‘copyright’ goes deeper.

We limit ourselves – and with that, we limit others.
If word is good, I say, spread it.
If words can evoke a spark in others, why not pass them around?

Imagine someone solved the biggest riddle there is – someone found the answer to the question ‘Why are we here?’… wouldn’t that be brilliant?
Now, let’s say said person would put a copyright declaration on it and would not permit a single person to spread said answer around.

Mankind would run around dumb and blind, still searching for the answer to the biggest question there is – knowing, it has already been found, but unable to even get close to the answer, because some grumpy old individual with a brilliant mind just said No.
Wouldn’t that be a shame?

Sometimes, I do not understand the rules we make up ourselves and follow so passionately.
Sometimes, we are too limited and greedy to contribute to the greater good, without even realizing it.

How can we deny people enlightenment on purpose, just because we keep a keen eye on what’s supposedly ours?
Maybe our words would trigger something in the guy next door, but he will never get to read them, because we put the copyright stamp on them.

Personal property is a flaw.
Maybe the biggest flaw of mankind.
I wish we would think things through more thoroughly before limiting ourselves in such an incredibly retarded way.

Just my Two Cents.

The definition of ‘copyright’ was taken from Google Online Dictionary.
( I wouldn’t want to be the cause of copyright infringement, would I…)

Snow Globes


Thinking outside of the box isn’t as fun as it sounds – most of the time.

It makes you lonely.

On nights like these, a small part of me is tempted to trade my point of view for a ticket to join ‘snow globe society’… and the perfect, ignorant environment mankind built.
Snow Globes.
Perfect miniature worlds.

I remember exactly when mine got shattered.
All the liquid, the glittery little particles, the make-believe gushed out of the remains of my former home. I desperately tried to piece it back together, but it wouldn’t work.
The door got slammed in my face.
I was locked out of fairy land and couldn’t get back in.

Most of the time, I don’t mind.
Most of the time, I am happy and thankful to be able to look at the bigger picture…
But sometimes, I have to admit, I am a little bit jealous.
I do understand the saying “Ignorance is Bliss”… it does make a lot of sense when you’ve been excluded from ‘snow globe society’.
Everything was a lot easier inside the snow globe… and once in a while, a small part of me still envies the snow globe residents. It’s cozy in there; deep thoughts and worries are muted. Life is more relaxed.

But life on the inside is surreal, too.
On nights like these, I try not to think of what I lost.
I try to think of what I gained – all the knowledge, the understanding, the necessary lessons… and I hope, that fighting every step of the way will one day be rewarded.

Someone once said to me, “Don’t be lonely.”
I try not to be.
It takes a lot of work.

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