love is my master
life is my teacher
the world is my playground
- by intiana
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Friday, August 16, 2013
Thursday, August 15, 2013
you can have, do, or be
anything you want.
maybe nothing new? but maybe all the other stuff jordanduchnycz, atlantis king & friends are talking about: spirit science
anything you want.
maybe nothing new? but maybe all the other stuff jordanduchnycz, atlantis king & friends are talking about: spirit science
when shit is a blessing
welcome to some where in the middle of no where!
volunteering there
… is feeling the freedom of swimming
naked in the caribbean sea with no one but the mermaids.
… is listening to the chant of howler
monkeys before a tropical storm arrives.
... is watching the humming bird building his nest, the coconuts fall and the baby animals grow.
... is watching the humming bird building his nest, the coconuts fall and the baby animals grow.
i planted vegetables with names i never even heard of, i tasted fresh cacao beans and i learned how to peel a coconut with the machete.
and the middle of nowhere is not a joke. the next shop is a 1h boat ride away, the neighbours you see once a month? horses, pigs, sheeps, goats, cats, monkeys, birds and the forest are the beings you mostly talk to.
if you ever get bored, you will take the pig out for a walk in the jungle.
however, it also means getting pregnant horses out of mud holes, fighting with raptors for your chicken and fertilizing with whatever dung you find and if you ever stumble over a big dung hill, you thank god, cause it means runnin a couple of miles less that day.
I loved it.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
the doubts about travelling
today i went to the town hall to pick up my new passport. in order to
travel you gotta have a valid one - well not necessarily but it does
make things a lot easier, right?!
while standing in line, i was watching that old lady who was moving so slow that you would become angry only by looking at her. german bureaucracy. not better than anywhere else on the world.
my mind started wandering. so here again, i stood. another passport. another flight. a new destination. only a week ago i was thinking about to settle for study or work. somewhere. everything is better than moving restlessly, right?
no aim, no money, no nothing.
just getting hold of some cash and then moving on to the next adventure. spending it only to be followed by a thousand side jobs.
the same cycle again and again. what's all this about?
what's gonna happen after this trip? where will i be next year? what do i do if i run out of cash, stucking somewhere in the middle of nowhere? what about my career?
----- i paused. ---- that's one of the worst /
////here we are - doubts. the doubts about my lifestyle. if i don't watch my thoughts, they come. first they whisper so gentle you won't even hear them, and suddenly they are breaking your door and you realize "whooou they have been there a while now!" so long that you cannot imagine that they do not actually belong there.
i heard my name. i focused. the old lady was shouting angrily at me. i started moving.
after all, what is it all really about? is everybody really happier staying at one place? does it really matter who i become, as long as i am?
i hand in the papers, my old passport.
"do you want to keep it?" she asked. i hesitated. maybe? why not? all the stamps, all the memories...
"no thank you." - after all you gotta move on!
relieved i rushed out of the town hall. the wind of freedom blows out here.
while standing in line, i was watching that old lady who was moving so slow that you would become angry only by looking at her. german bureaucracy. not better than anywhere else on the world.
my mind started wandering. so here again, i stood. another passport. another flight. a new destination. only a week ago i was thinking about to settle for study or work. somewhere. everything is better than moving restlessly, right?
no aim, no money, no nothing.
just getting hold of some cash and then moving on to the next adventure. spending it only to be followed by a thousand side jobs.
the same cycle again and again. what's all this about?
what's gonna happen after this trip? where will i be next year? what do i do if i run out of cash, stucking somewhere in the middle of nowhere? what about my career?
----- i paused. ---- that's one of the worst /
////here we are - doubts. the doubts about my lifestyle. if i don't watch my thoughts, they come. first they whisper so gentle you won't even hear them, and suddenly they are breaking your door and you realize "whooou they have been there a while now!" so long that you cannot imagine that they do not actually belong there.
i heard my name. i focused. the old lady was shouting angrily at me. i started moving.
after all, what is it all really about? is everybody really happier staying at one place? does it really matter who i become, as long as i am?
i hand in the papers, my old passport.
"do you want to keep it?" she asked. i hesitated. maybe? why not? all the stamps, all the memories...
"no thank you." - after all you gotta move on!
relieved i rushed out of the town hall. the wind of freedom blows out here.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Steve Jobs
well aint nothin more to say bout steve jobs, right? a friend of mine showed me that video it somehow gives me motivation, so i wanted to share it here too - enjoy:
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