What Do You Feel Alive For?

There are some days where you just all of a sudden zone out, staring at the trees longing for the spring that will never come with goosebumps. All your worries, future plans, thoughts and feelings freeze with the inexplicable rush that takes over your body. You look around, take a deep breath and after quite a while finally feel like you were supposed to since the beginning: Alive. Most people have a thought in mind, some feeling or person that they’re alive for. Yet shouldn’t we be alive for ourselves before anyone or anything else? Are we bound to feel alive only with the presence of some other element? Isn’t it a feeling, though for some it’s deep down and forgotten, that we all must feel and share? Has this world full of technology made…

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Wherever You Go, There You Are

I’ve never been able to understand whether it’s because of me or the environment. I don’t want to brag, but I adapt quite quickly. I’ve been doing it since I was just a small child visiting lands far away with Bastian Balthazar Bux in my favourite book, or just last year having a stroll in the woods with Naoko and Murakami,seeking happiness. Even when I’m physically there, I find one or two factors that remind me of the homey feeling you get when it’s too cold outside but you’re in a blanket, sippin’ on green tea. If it’s France, I look far over my vintage sunglasses as in a black and white Goddard movie and it reminds me of Audrey in Paris When It Sizzles, and I’m home. If it’s Italy, I remember my dads long…

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People Are Strange, When You’re A Stranger

With the angelic voice of Lorde in my ears, here I lay at 23.42, covered in more than 3 blankets, asking myself a question no one ever asks: Why do we ignore strangers? Is it because we’re totally satisfied with the people in our lives, we’ve given up hope that out there somewhere in the ignored people pile there isn’t a single soul that possibly likes the same painting as we¬†do? Or is it simply because we grew up with the notion of “strangers being strangers” and people we don’t know being dangerous? Don’t ask me, I don’t know. I didn’t even think of this question until earlier today when I was trying to walk on a crowded street without getting elbowed by a passive-agressive Londoner rushing somewhere. They say the people in our dreams…

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Fresh Sheets, New Year

With the new year fresh and new, you’re probably seeing about a hundred “New Years Resolutions” lists from your relatives on Facebook. I’ve never been the type to actually set a bunch of far fetched goals, just to leave them unachieved. Yet, of course, I, too, have always had certain ideas of what I were to be doing that year in order to simply make my life better, well, at least my January. But haven’t we all experienced first hand the failure, when it isn’t even February yet and you’re stuffing your face with half a pack of Reese’s buttercups in your gym gear? That, my readers, is why this year I am not setting any extreme goals to be enforced on me and I am not letting myself feel guilty for not achieving them.…

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(A)live in the Present

“Grow up you’re nearly twenty five.” The words echo through my ears in a dark London morning, 7.47 to be exact, as I listen to Franz Ferdinand while watching the sun rise above the suburban houses from the blurry tube window. My first ever term is over and I’m on the way to get on a big jet plane and go home. As the houses slowly wither away, I’m desperate to catch some final glances of the city I live in, even if it’s just a sad tree or a curtain being pulled. Life consists of moments. Yet we never seem to acknowledge them before they end. I look back on memories via photos, old text messages or words scribbled on the corner of a notebook. I look back with a deep sense of happiness,…

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