in january i wondered where friendliness had gone.
in february it was all about the greater game.
in march we went to look for america.
in april my thoughts loomed in the big yellow house.
in may, as summer rose, i felt free.
in june it was short nights and long days.
in july my brother made me feel old.
in august [...]
I love the whole world
It’s such a brilliant place.
I believe.
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sometimes you wish for something to happen so badly that it almost feels real. and when that reality you made up yourself is taken from you, it hurts even more.
i bleieve.
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i have never bought into charities – meaning giving money to kind of ease your mind (at least that’s the way i see it most of the times). today i however i finally made up my mind to give at least a small amount to – wikipedia. it’s probably the singles best thing on the [...]
It seems to be the perfect day for talks. I just had another with someone whom I consider my life-long mentor. It was about me, work, life. And about the one thing that really counts: People want to live. They have every right to and doing good things to them will have good things follow [...]
One of the biggest issues back at work is self-confidence (of which I do have plenty) – and sometimes I wish I could give some of my self-confidental surplus to us, the people, the newspaper, our product, the things we love to do. Because – and this is probably the best quote I have heard [...]
the last time I sat in class in this very building, the floors were plastic, the rooms were smelly and people were my age. now you walk on wood, fresh paint lingers in the air and with some imagination some of these kids could be mine. I need to speed up a little.
I believe.
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funny thought: I don’t belong where I fit and I don’t fit where I belong.
I believe.
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And then I dream of streets, those I have walked and lived in, those I have never seen and yet have to. Those that stuck to my memory and those I have long forgotten. Of avenues large and wide, of side roads dark and small. The best thing about streets: You can walk them.
I believe.
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It was somewhere half-way through the game, when I saw him up there in the stands. There were few people watching but he was one of them. It felt like god had listened.
I believe.
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and suddenly there are wordless chords deep down inside, and the feeling that peace, after all – can not be far away these days – even if you wonder where the journey is leading, traveling from home to home.
i believe.
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