Visiting Varanasi, the Hindu city of Death I never feared death much. Death being either the end as the complete obliteration of the senses, or the beginning in the sense of a reaching a new world, a paradise through the mercy of a divine,…
Category: Quasi-philosophy
Not quite philosophy, not quite anything else. Simply deeper thoughts for those deeper moments.
Sand
Today I woke up to vivid dreams building heavily from passed experiences. Dreams that never happened in real life but that was close enough to reality for me to not question their validity neither in my sleep nor as I…
A tribute to failure
We need to re-evaluate what it means to be successful The world worships success. On Instagram before-and-after pictures gets thousands of likes. Couples that stayed together for decades are national treasures. “How I got rich” is a constant bestseller, regardless…
My biggest fear
I’m heading for a cliff’s edge where no bridges have been built. I worry, not to fall over, but to foolishly stand there looking over the drop. I’m on a pursuit for a path that not only feds the passing…
Strangers, victims, cowards and “heroes”
A while back I was reminded of a past situation as the head of a man I first could not recall, popped through my open door and called for my attention. Approximately two year ago I was woken up in…
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide: A self-portrait
The moment in which Audrey succumbs to her carnal affection for Agent Cooper he tells her: “Secrets are dangerous things Audrey”, and as the story unfolds Audrey’s dangerous duality is only bested by a dead girl (Twin Peaks s.1 ep.6).…
17th Memory Lane ave.
As though a person in love waiting for a scheduled rendezvous, the excitement of my South Africa trip is finally starting to kicking in. As the new day dawns, this feeling for the future will be replaced by the experience…
Patiently Waiting for Rainbow Unicorn
Years ago I verbalised the mental need for something to sweep you away from all your troubles. In dark moments when I lost faith in God, in people and in myself, the desire for an emerging hero took form in…
Growing Up – or the Freedom of not Giving a Shit
Suggested soundtrack: Somewhere I read that happiness’ name is “it’s not my problem”. It’s a cynical truth and I guess it is the last piece of childhood that dies: the belief that we matter, the hope we can alter the course of history,…
Stranger Danger
I always say that there is something liberating with the conversations with complete strangers. The people who think they know you best often take little interest in you or how you might have developed since you saw them last, already knowing…