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“The ordinary man has always been sane because the ordinary man has always been a mystic. He has permitted the twilight.
Tag: <span>Thoughts</span>
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I was a translator. I chose this line of work because I wanted to see and understand the world. I wanted to help build bridges between nations. My best childhood friend spoke four languages at the age of ten. I wanted to be just like her.
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I was born into an annexed region. I could have been Italian, but because of my Grandfather’s stubbornness, and because part of our farm was on the right side of the mountains/border, I came into this world as an Austrian girl. I am also American, by choice and love. The love for the man I met so many decades ago, who I followed to his country, who became my husband. Whose language I learned, whose passion I share. I am an American-Austrian, an Austria-American, a female version of Schwarzenegger. I am an Austrian in America.
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The old year has been good to me
That’s in retrospect, of course
Because from this perspective
All bad looks smaller.
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I believe that we always carry the best version of ourselves within us. Deep down, we are all peaceful, radiant, loving, and wonderful. (Please, don’t burst my bubble!)
Welcome New Year! I am glad you arrived. Many people were longing for you, hoping that things will be BETTER now than in 2024. Better in the sense of being NORMAL again, like before. Before, when? I can’t really say.
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It’s us and our expectations who make all the fuzz, time itself passes quietly, from day to night, day in and day out. Weeks and months depart, and then the old year tries to leave at midnight when we are supposed to sleep, but we don’t let it. We stay up, watch it leave, kick it in the rare, tell it to go away, and never come back. Another bad year, like so many before. We expected more, we deserve better. “Go away old year, I will forget you.”
I act a lot like a squirrel. Nervous, quick movements throughout the day, and on sleepless nights I find myself sitting on the edge of the bed, staring into the darkness, studying the silhouettes of pictures, dogs, and other things, without actually looking at them.
Where am I?
Do I even exist?
What role do I play in the universe?
For most of my life, I ran away from these questions.
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Do you remember how you imagined your life as a child or teenager? Have our expectations been fulfilled? Are we living a supposedly good life?
Am I living a good Life? Or is your life better than mine?