I’ve never been a fan of the mountains and struggle to see the beauty in them. To me personally, mountain ranges are enclosures and make me feel confined, even though I’m not claustrophobic, per se. So if you want to go hiking in the mountains, by all means have at it, just please be so good and leave me at home. Thanks a million.
Instead, I love being by the ocean, to feel the sand beneath my feet and hear the seagulls cry. The repetitive sounds that the waves produce, are comforting and relaxing. Not many things beat looking towards the horizon and taking in the vastness of the ocean. Wide open spaces….so beautiful….so freeing…. so soothing 🌊. Have a lovely Saturday!!
Tag: Freedom
Freedom Is…
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put
on a mask. There can’t be any large scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution,
on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.”
– Jim Morrison
I agree, do you? Have a lovely Sunday ☀
Food For Thought
If I recall correctly, I tried answering this question a time or fifteen. My response will remain the same: to live like a gypsy. I romanticize the idea of not being tied down to one specific place. I’d rather be free to leave anytime I want, to wherever my heart is happy at that point in time. With a sweet dog by my side, a few essential possessions as well as a truck, I’d be quite happily on my way, to follow the tip of my nose. That is my idea of freedom…
Since my return to Germany, I find myself comparing the life I live now with the twenty years in America. And as frustrated, or disappointed, as I am to admit this, the conclusion I reach is always the same. Here in Germany I feel like a caged animal. How good it is, that you can’t ask me to explain myself because I’m quite sure, that any attempt would end up being an epic fail. I can only share, how I feel. It’s a restlesness within, a desire to get away. Why? I don’t know. Strangely enough, in the US I didn’t feel that way at all. That is my self-imposed guilt trip…
I should count my blessings and be damn thankful for all of the positives in my life. Everything my mom does, to make sure that I’m okay, as well as the financial assistance I get from the German government. My life is so good, compared to the lives of millions of other people around the globe. I should really stop my whining, don’t you think? I mean, I have so many liberties every single day, that other people dream about, or pray for every night. But it’s never enough, is it?
You may be certain, that I am not happy with my response to this question. But, without some in-depth-thinking, I can’t give a better answer today. Sorry.
Trivialities & Intricacies 