Apart from having a current crisis people experience their lives in mainly two kind of ways.
- The one have the imagination, their days are an amassing of sad and bad thoughts and impressions interweaved from some happy situations.
- The others feel hovering above the times in the mood of „everything `s fine“ and sometimes there are encountered with unhappy situations.
So everyone is spinnig in his own mode around himself.
This is not depending from the number of good or bad days, its independent from the depth or height of the sensations and the reasons for the ups `n`downs haven no influence to the way of live.
I tell you, most of the mankind are walking the first way.
„No wonder in this days“ … you think?
Yeah … so you are drifting with the mainstream.
Not even, we usually do not notice the kind of our own way, but if we do, we are captured in the opinion, we have no choice to be a sanguine or an melancholic.
So … many years ago, I met a man who don`t go into this discussion of been one or the other character.
He looked at me, while I`m philosophize to myself about this.
When i`m finally ready he smiles and said: „Essentially you have always the choice how you are, its only your responsibility.“
He looked at me, while I`m philosophize to myself about this.
When i`m finally ready he smiles and said: „Essentially you have always the choice how you are, its only your responsibility.“
This words accompanied me since over 20 years.
„Take your mood in your own hands“ … that is my translation of this thought.
So when the days are a carousel that moves around so fast, without going somewhere, when the days have no red thread but a black one, I try to have a look over the fence of my desolate front yard to the happiness in the street.
Sometimes I need a tool to crack the tightly closed garden door or a good startup to jump over it.
Often I take the tool of music to give me the power for the startup 🔑*1
I don`t say, I have to be happy …
I even don`t think its bad to be unhappy ...
I only think: I have the choice …
every day, every hour, every second.
I`m able to choice a day in sadness and silence as I`m able to turn into a peaceful happiness.
Last summer, reflecting this I heard a Norah Jones CD while driving in my car.
Thinking of traveling and my life and my work .. I was not really listing.
Suddenly I notice she is singing about the same what I`m just chewing in my brain.
Our planet is spinnig around itself and the form of our being do the same ...
... we are "under the spell" of our planets movement ...
... as a curse as well as the pure magic.
So I saw too ...
... I loved and hate the round&round journeys in the carousel on carnival, when I was a little boy.
... I have the same ambivalence for my movement round the world ...
... UP to Alaska, DOWN to Hawaii and AROUND the world ...
... as a curse as well as the pure magic.
Our planet is spinnig around itself and the form of our being do the same ...
... we are "under the spell" of our planets movement ...
... as a curse as well as the pure magic.
So I saw too ...
... I loved and hate the round&round journeys in the carousel on carnival, when I was a little boy.
... I have the same ambivalence for my movement round the world ...
... UP to Alaska, DOWN to Hawaii and AROUND the world ...
... as a curse as well as the pure magic.
So the title of my travel blog was born:
UP `n` DOWN `n`AROUND
UP `n` DOWN `n`AROUND
Round 'n' round
Carousel
Has got you under it's spell
Moving so fast, but
Going nowhere
Up 'n' down
Ferris wheel
Tell me how does it feel
To be so high
Looking down here
Is it lonely?
Lonely
Lonely
Did the clown
Make you smile
He was only your fool for a while
Now he's gone back home
And left you wandering there
Is it lonely?
Lonely
Lonely
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🔑 *1 ... and there is a secret, I want to give away to you: Beauty in every form is a mighty tool.
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🔑 *1 ... and there is a secret, I want to give away to you: Beauty in every form is a mighty tool.
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