Content Matters…

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at least it should.

But in a world where people are exposed to thousands of commercials daily, it somehow dosn’t seem to work according to the headline. Content does not matter. But status does, clothes do, labels and appearance and all too often the words you say, instead of the deeds you perform.

It is somehow part of the system we live in – it is so fast that you have to convince in the first chance you get; it is so short living that today is forgotten in an instant; tomorrow has become the ever promising horizon. But if today no longer matters, if every moment is overtaken by the next one, faster, higher, better, more, more, more, we loose the ability to be, just be in the now. It is only in the now where we can find out about ourselves, where we can find out about our relations to others and the things of the world around us. But the now is destroyed by rining mobile phones, blackberrys, portable computers – the next e-mail has replaced the thought of the self and its relation to the world. In the absence of the now, there has been established a dictatorship of the surface, the first impression. There is no time anymore for the second impression.

What does that do to us? Is it a problem?

It is because we are drowning our awareness – the most precious ability evolution gave us – in the quantity of possibilities, desires, needs, noises. Restlessness is the result. Restlessness without peace makes sick – or in the least, unhappy. And this is what every society all across the industrialized countries is experiencing. People are not happy.

Content matters?

We all have a feeling for this; that there should be witnesses to our life, someone who cares – longer than the first impression. There is a feeling inside all of us, I think, telling of the wish that content should matter more. It is the stomach ache that we feel after a delicious meal in a fancy restaurant; the headache we have a nice talk on the mobile phone; the aching back after an hour in the world wide web of distance. Physical pain tells about soul ache. And it is there in those feelings that we can find understanding: this world has become too restless. There is only time for a first impression and thus we feel that the moment in the nice restaurant has vanished even before we have eaten our plate empty; the words from the phonecall have lost the meaning right after we have hung up.

In the dictatorship of the first impression we have forgotten to feed our souls.

It is content that matters. It matters what you invest into your soul – and sometimes this might be an hour of waiting, just sitting at the train station listening to the sound of your thoughts. Sometimes the best music comes from inside the head – if you let content matter.

Still I rise…

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Robert Louis Stevenson once wrote: “You cannot run away from a weakness, you must fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?”

being…

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a human being.

Cogito ergo sum?

Do you ever wonder about your soul? What it is? Where it is? Why it is?

Descartes said that I think and thus I am. But this is not, it cannot be the trademark quality, characteristic of a human being.

Each soul is here, to experience. Each soul, like my soul is here to go through, to feel through a certain experience.

What is my soul? Where is it?

The soul is not a substance – it cannot be named and it cannot be located. But when you feel a battle inside you; when you feel you don’t live up to what you once wanted, still want, can, should live – then you feel your soul. It is in these moments that human beings are in touch, literally in touch with their souls. And yet, just as we are not aware of everything we touch during a day, we don’t become aware of this moment when our souls vibrated.

We have to answer a call, click on a link, buy milk, concentrate on the traffic lights, argue with others, earn money, spend money, relax from doing all that…

But there are those battles, reminding us of the times when we were kids, when we were late because we were immersed in the football game we played, in the horse riding, in watching butterflies, in painting something, anything.

Who is winning the battles inside you? The complex life with its screaming commercials and alarming rush all around or the silent soul, somewhere?

I have heard the sound of a battle inside me. And this time I had time to listen to it. I listened – ears turned inwards. And what I heard was music…

Ich höre, also bin ich…

things you HAVE to do…

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for a better world;

or: less normative – for survival;

http://www.storyofstuff.com/

“Look around you. Get involved.”

If you want to lose weight, there are a few things you HAVE to do. Just like there are a few things you HAVE to do, if you want to get clean; or if you want to feel well fed;

There are a few things you HAVE to do, if you want to have and keep a job; or if you want to have friends; There are a few things you have to do, if you want to be part of a team; or of a society.

Now it is outright obvious that along this reasoning the things you “have” to do become increasingly disputeable.

But when we talk about something like being a democratic citizen, one cannot say: you HAVE to do… When we talk about decreasing/ stopping (depends on you) climate change, one cannot tell: you HAVE to do…

Why is it like that?

You HAVE to watch that video =))

http://www.storyofstuff.com/

You have to get involved. As I wrote before: “you are a part of it… so get to the heart of it…”

heavy heart…

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with every beat it seems to sink lower, deeper in the chest, furhter away from me – my heavy heart;

with every beat it brings new strings of thoughts;

Why do they feel heavy?

2009 is going to be a great year for me. I am living in a perfect world now – for the first time in my life. And I have created this world – a shelter, sometimes a fortress, sometimes a refuge and always a well. From here I feel yearning for the world, to understand, to understand even more, to be there in the world and take it all in, perceive everything and invite everything into my soul. With the warmth from my well.

I stand tall with arms wide spread and senses wide open: 2009!

With the warmth from my well, I will live a positive life, a good life where everyday is a chance to realize a new year’s resolution, where every day means a chance to make the world, this world a little better. 2009!

I felt this paramount joy and lightheartedness for this new year – in this period that doesn’t really exist but yet feels so real: inbetween the years. And it is a challenge to be reflective in enthusiasm to perceive when the universe is talking to you.

My heart is heavy. I can hear the universe.

Today I saw old faces, from old times. Just like that. What do they tell? What does my heavy heart tell? We all carry a backpack with us loaded with souvenirs from the past. But we actually don’t need that backpack because the souvenirs from the past are also in our souls. I can feel mine more and more and more and more frequently – thanks to the warmth from my well. My soul contains the universe. I feel it.

Today I do.

So, I swing the backpack from its warming and comforting but also heavy pulling spot on my back to the floor in fron of me. There it stands and my thoughts are heavy. They can feel that they will be unpacked now. Unpacked and left on the street of history.

- when times transforms into history but brings no fruits, future images get pale-

A heavy thought.

Today the universe told me something and I think I understood. The backpack is empty now. My heart is still heavy and so are my eyes.

But: 2009 – here I come. Volle Kraft voraus ohne Rucksack mit Licht in den Augen.

-you are just a part of it; so get to the heart of it; cause if you don’t go, you won’t know-

 

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a blogg and my Self…

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writing a blogg means thinking about topics, formulating sentences, scanning the world for its small scandals and big contradictions and for projects, initiatives, actions that generate hope.

Reflecting about this, I realized that this kind of endeavour means liberation. This blogg is liberation of my Self. Liberation of the world.

When  you write a blogg, you do this with the public, a public on your mind. To write for me means to invest my thoughts and heart into the matter, to invest my Soul. And it is a dificult step to dare and do so with the public on the mind, in the background.

What will people think? About the entry? About Me? How will they react? Will anybody read? Why won’t anybody read?

To dare and write, keep writing, this generates freedom.

Writing against the public, for my Self – which then turns into good; for the world gets better when one part, one element, one atom of it improves, sets itself free.

That is the hope. And here lies the liberation…