{"id":670,"date":"2005-06-10T10:38:50","date_gmt":"2005-06-10T09:38:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/?p=670"},"modified":"2005-06-10T10:41:12","modified_gmt":"2005-06-10T09:41:12","slug":"so-where-did-we-stop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/?p=670","title":{"rendered":"so where did we stop?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>every time i make a decision it turns out that instead of peace of mind, i get yet another decision put up in front of me. i think i was born to investigate, put thoughts into words, it&#8217;s always been my dream. there are no coincidences &#8211; that&#8217;s why i became a journalist and then again there&#8217;s doubts. given the current situation i am not happy. and i can&#8217;t be on my best if i&#8217;m not. you could argue that happiness comes from inside but this time, it doesn&#8217;t. it&#8217;s something i can&#8217;t change, as much as i want to. i&#8217;ve tried to be calm and ignore it &#8211; but i can&#8217;t stand by and let injustice of this kind happen right before my eyes with me in the midst of it all. it feels like running into a wall full force head first. fight or run? bite or swallow? i feel sick and tired of it this one time. franz once said that one of my biggest strengths was, that i&#8217;d always be coming up with one more creative solution. but this time, it feels i am fighting a losing battle that feels like the final one. don&#8217;t get me wrong &#8211; i&#8217;m not winching about my life in general, because i love it &#8211; it&#8217;s this one thing. and i&#8217;m standing by with my hands tied. <\/p>\n<p>and I&#8217;ll be so alone without you<br \/>\nmaybe you&#8217;ll be lonesome too<\/p>\n<p>i believe. (and it helps)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>every time i make a decision it turns out that instead of peace of mind, i get yet another decision put up in front of me. i think i was born to investigate, put thoughts into words, it&#8217;s always been my dream. there are no coincidences &#8211; that&#8217;s why i became a journalist and then&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-670","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/670","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=670"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/670\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=670"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=670"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=670"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}