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Come on board

It was the day she met him that her conviction swayed like a fishing boat that should not have been sailing anymore.
There he stood, with his self-assured smile and those sparkling eyes.
Their reflection that they were throwing back was different from what they were accustomed to. He was dominant, that fellow, and before any other man who had encountered her with such behavior, she had said what she thought of it: nothing at all.

She was not a woman who liked to be led. She herself was a leader. Born to be one, encouraged and educated. Her word had always been the first and the last. Much more important: decisive. To some people she seemed arrogant and the older she became, the less disturbed she was by that fact.

When he grabbed her hand and did not let go, she felt different. Could it be his strength, the way he spoke, all he did, that she intimidated? You!
No. She was impressed. Not in a way that you already knew. This feeling sat deeper inside her. As if it had slumbered, only to be brought to life by his presence.
Like a book, he read her, not be afraid to read it from his. As often as she liked. Every chapter, even those which frightened her, and send cold shivers down her spine.

She did not feel like a new person, much more like the one she had always been.
Her own strength doubled, she felt bigger than ever before.
Everything about her, which she did not appreciate, was reversed, relativized by his love.
Admiration she knew. It had been brought up by men whose fighting spirit was so remarkable that it was no different from paying tribute to them all their lives.
Had these sails been in rough sea, she now recognized:
Here in front of her stood her captain.

As he grabbed her hand, a storm raged. Before them lay the sea, wild and impetuous.
Times without strong waves were not in sight and yet they knew their goal:
„Land in sight!“
His arms held her tightly as she closed her eyes.
For an infinite moment she stood there and knew there would be countless coming.
It was this day when a leader found her leader.

„Welcome on board, my love,“ he said, and even in the darkness of the sea, she could see.

 

My choice?

Only you, my charm, my all.
Certainly.
„You’re the one I’ve chosen,“ I say softly.
My free decision, all that I want.
Certainly?

This Love does not only seem infinite,
it extends every day,
through our gloomy valley,
which we, for right now, call our life.

I knew it would be hard,
saw it, the stony path ahead.
The monsters, they lurk, hate,
each one of our successes.
Malicious grins, about any setback,
that hits us.

Moments of farewell forever
burned in my memory.
tattooed on my heart,
cut into my skin, with a rusty blade.
Never was I happier,
never, no hour in my
Life, sadder than right at this moment.

Love leaves us no choice.
It breaks over us like a fire.
Since that day we have been burning.
You and me.
Love makes the choice we believed we had.
And when the flames strike high.
There is no choice at all.

 

 

 

„Let go, what you love. If it comes back, it’s yours – forever. “ Confucius

In which picture does this quotation of the liberated love, which animates us, make sense to us? Some say it is the gesture of trust, not freedom itself.
Others believe, love should always mean freedom, too.
By the release, the great love returns to us. What, however,
made liberation necessary? Maybe we love so desperately, so suffocatingly and engaging that only the wearing of a straightjacket could imitate that kind of love. We do not leave a centimeter of space, literally rob the other one of their oxygen. We are always there.
Too close?

However, there is also that kind of love that needs neither freedom nor return.
Romantic? Yes. Reasoned and not true? Not always.
This love that makes us feel free. Simply because we found what we needed.
We were not searching at all. At least that’s what we say and even as our lips form the words, our heart sings another song. The “ you are the one I’ve been looking for my whole life“ -Evergreen.
„At last we are united,“ the lyrics continue. Rounded off by „Never again
I want to be a day without you, „in our chorus.
Love of my life. Us. Forever.

What kind of love is the true one? The ultimate real?
In a world where a „standoff“ is seemingly unacceptable, there is still no winner

People love. Differently.

 

Halloween: A question of perspective

Anastasia was not a ghost for long yet, just 134 years, 6 months and 4 days.
Lost in thought, she sat on one of the gravestones and unwound.

„Of course, that makes sense, as I do no longer have a body! So it’s pretty easy to unwind. How funny you are, you great story-teller! Almost made me laugh. Almost.
Have you ever thought of applying with your witty dialogues at a comedy show?“

She jumped up, angered. She hovered. I mean, she dematerialized …

„STOP! So, honestly, I tell my story myself, you idiot!
Dear listeners, my name is Anastasia. At least this was my human name.
When I awoke, after I had died, I realized that I no longer had a reflection.
This and my death were the worst things that have ever happened to me. I liked my appearance very much, until an ugly disease, whose name I did not know, took me away. Everything went very fast. Some, namely, my evil stepmother and my step-sister, didn’t think it was fast enough. Not only were they both evil people, they were also ugly looking. Ha!
I tell you, this is gratifying. Many people I have known, had great beauty on the outside. However, their inside, uh oh, very bad rating. I tell you.
In any case, I would still like to say so much before our narrator may continue to bore you: Life as a ghost is boring as hell! Yeah, you hear me right. Hell is super boring, too. Been there for a few.
It used to be quite interesting to scare humans up here, but this got lame nowadays. As for the great global “creep-hype”, especially today on Halloween, these people are not to be frightened by anything anymore!
SO BORING!
So now leave me alone and check out the cemetery. My show- time is over. It’s not like I have an eternity, you know.“

„Hey, are you a real ghost?“ Anastasia got tapped on the shoulder.
A loud scream escaped her. Not the girl she got tapped by, but Anastasia:
„Huaaaaaah! You can see me, little girl? „She asked.
„Yes, clearly,“ the child said, shrugging.
„That is incredible. You should not be able to see me at all“, the ghost woman replied in astonishment.
„Do I really have to explain everything to you ghosts? Today is HALLOWEEN. The night in which the world of the dead coincides with the world of the living. It’s crystal clear, why I can see you“, the kid said, rolling her eyes.

„You frightened me, child! Go and get some sweets from the neighbors, who only distribute sweets, so that their spoiled children get something from your parents in return “
„Yes, you are probably right. There is neither trick nor treating here as I see.  More like plague or cholera”, hissed the girl.
Just as Anastasia wanted to congratulate the girl for her sharp reply, she was gone. Nowhere to be seen. As if she had disappeared into thin air.
‚Can humans disappear so quickly? Pest or cholera, ha, that’s a good one, ’she mused.

„These people and their silly Halloween. That’s so really exhausting. For real horror wears skeletal costumes in children’s size, „she snapped annoyed by the whole scenery.
Then hovered. Yes, because this is what ghosts do.

Heavily in debt?

Do you know the feeling of being in debt with your destiny?
Actually, that kind of feeling that comes to us when we are particularly very happy.
Some will say this goes along with the value we give ourselves, our
Self-esteem, so to say. Most people would think, a person who’s able to find self-love to some degree must be able to accept the positive things in life. Without this negative, bitter aftertaste. Allegedly.

Isn’t it true, that we constantly tend to overlook “everyday happiness” in our lives?
Our health, as one part of it, only noticeable once something is wrong.  All these days, months, and years that we felt perfectly fine are just really important when they seem to be over, though, hopefully only temporarily.

The gratitude and thus the fear, that something bad could follow, rises as soon as the experience goes beyond this „everyday happiness“ is a real thing.
A promotion that results in more self-realization and a reduction in financial fears. We are honest, grateful. Also, proud of our own achievements. Maybe?
When to expect the unpreventable “slap in the face”, for all positivity? We await and expect exactly that.

Dramatic it is, the naked fear, something terrible might happen.
Something inexpressible. Right now, all of us “part-time superstitious believers” would have to knock on wood three times, only to prevent any of these terrible situations.
Yes, it is precisely this fear that surpasses us, in case we belong to the fortunate ones, who have no doubt they found their „forever“- love for themselves. The person you can call “mine” without sounding like a freak or silly romantic. Every single look of love, even after the initial infatuation, of having a crush on someone, had already disappeared but was gradually replaced by something greater, stronger: True love.
This overdose of love and feelings that no other human being ever felt. Emotions, that cannot be observed from the outside, cannot be modeled. This precious gift, only existing between both of you.

What’s next?
There’s only one possible answer: It must be something terrible.
The loss of this, your person.
Having another loved one get hurt? The loss of your own life?

Do you have a balance with your destiny? Your accounts in a plus?
I hope not. Let’s pray for balance, the number zero in your account of life.
While I think about the best thing that ever happened to me, I knock on wood. Just to make sure, exactly three times. Trusting that the interest rate for my repayment, that I pay back in small rates, is not going to rise.

What we are willing to buy

Snow-white laundry, free of any spots, in just one load.
The very new product. An innovation on the market.
From off the shelves, the magic material migrates directly into our hands.
„Did it work?“ Asks our friend a week later.
„Alright, but I expected more,“ we return.

Art of technology, unsurpassed in operation and functionality.
Ingenious and slim design, simply great.
Well, of course, it’s going to cost a little more. Right?
After weeks of use, we wonder if this new system, our own little droid, was worth the money.

We are ready to believe, ready to buy
countless lies of advertising.
Propaganda and bad news in our daily mix.
We are ready to believe. If not immediately, we’ll for sure get there.

What we are not willing to believe is

I love you.

Let us be friends.

You are special.

Of course, we’ve often been deceived or even disappointed, correct?
You know, it’s not like we have an infinite number of chances.
Right here, it doesn’t matter if different people are asking for a chance.
Better punish the people who never hurt us, because of all those who did.
For sure, we won’t allow ourselves to fall for this again.

The latest product, although the last was already a disappointment, is on sale.
Of course, we reserve a place for us in the queue immediately.
Doesn’t it just sound too good?

How many?

How many nights she spent,
in wait for the infinite night.
The most beautiful of all, the „now and forever“.

How many tears she cried,
without ever having those for true love,
until now, the ones that burn her skin.

How many dreams she dreamt,
adventure and cheering experienced all together,
until she found the one dream, her “every night”.

How many moments she was happy,
has laughed out loud,
without knowing what happiness
truly is. Until now.

How many times she pleaded,
on her knees, for the one,
coming to her life, until now.
Until he came.

How many years, months, days, hours
and minutes are still on her route,
before eternity is here.
How many?

Questions

What drives you?
Which factor motivates you?
What makes push your limits?
Where’s your goal?

Who owns your heart?
Have you found this special person?
Are you looking for him or her?
Do you feel loved, in any way?

What keeps you awake at night?
What is it that fills your thoughts,
giving you sleepless nights?
Why can’t they be delayed, these thoughts?

What is it that makes you strong?
Where do you get your strength from?
Maybe you had to fight, without having a choice?
Are you a protector, and if so, who
protects you?

Is it just this life right here for you?
Do you think we have only one chance?
Do you think there are many lives
or one after the “right here”?

What makes you happy?
A smile on your face,
the world seems fine.
What is it that makes you happy?
For just a moment, or maybe forever?

What music makes you want to dance?
Whether your body or your mind,
What music, makes you want to move?
Can you describe it, this feeling?

Do you feel like dancing, maybe with me?

Silent

Silent, your thoughts that are with me.
They accompany me, step by step.
Always there, the security that surrounds me.

Not tangible, indescribable,
I know you are here.
A call, a message away.

As I get out of my car,
A last look at your lines,
I know I am alone,
yet I’ll take you with me.

You know, there is never
going to be another decision for me.
I go, while you are wishing me the best,
knowing about my pain,
but still, you want to go with me.

My goal, so far away,
The one and only pure love, that drives me,
It is also your love that carries me.

This war cannot be won,
from anyone else but me.
Your hands are tied,
I am working to become an unleashing artist
for mine.

Without words, I am assured,
behind me stands an army,
that would like to win the fight for me.
My army, my protection, my shield.
The incredible people
In my life: my
Family, my friends.

Silent warriors,
but your words silent,
having no power on my battlefield.

Loud and strong in my heart,
Knowing, waiting for me.
Accepting me, as I come,
my head bends, in defeat.
Certainly, I will get up again.
Look at you every day,
Full of gratitude and pride.

I would lead the war,
even without you, behind me and by my side,
without these wings that carry me,
Being my backwind.

I was blessed, by silent wings
that bring me your strength,
Your love,
Your courage.
Even though, they are silent,
from the outside.

Wait

Stop waiting for the special moment,
the magic, the enlightenment.

Stop waiting for the big, true love,
good things are often closer than you may think.

Stop waiting for perfection,
it’s nothing more than a fairy tale.

Stop waiting for luck and happiness,
be happy, right here, right now.

Stop waiting for the sparkling idea,
go ahead, find some inspiration.

Stop waiting for the phone to ring,
take it, dial, take action.

Stop waiting for tomorrow, today,
here and now is the day.

Stop waiting, you may miss something.
Stop waiting, time is running out.
Stop waiting, for everything to fall into place.
Live now!

While these suggestions are not wrong,
they are not completely right either:

The one who’s believing in magic is ready to wait for it.
True, big and never-ending love, is sometimes not easy to find.Perfection, not to wait but to strive for.
Luck and happiness right here and now, but not as change for the price of the real thing.
Found inspiration could be the route to the great idea.
The call you are waiting for, maybe it needs a bit more time.
Today is one of your days, but tomorrow could be the “day of days”.

Wait.
The one who’s able to wait, because he wants to, is unbreakable.