Die Logik vom Glücklichsein


I don't play well with others.

Why not?




Ich bin gerne erwachsen und fühle mich freier als jemals zuvor.

Ich habe alle Gefühle, die ein Kind hat, und ich habe alle Freiheiten, die ein Erwachsener hat.

Mein Leben ist heute bedeutend einfacher und dadurch intensiver erfahrbar für mich.




Das buch der ringe ":/ schwertkampf. :)z



"… sich der Wirksamkeit der beiden Schwerter bewusst zu werden – darum geht es in der Nito ryu… denn wahr ist, dass man alle Waffen, die man besitzt, gebrauchen sollte, statt sein Leben wegzuwerfen. Zu sterben, mit einer unbenutzten Waffe in seinem Gürtel, das wäre bedauerlich."

Schönen Tag. *:)


das buch werde ich mir kaufen. ich hatte es schon ein paar mal in der hand aber doch nie gekauft...... ;-) :)z


Die Feder ist mächtiger als das Schwert. Und noch mächtiger ist der Geist, welcher beide zu erschaffen und anzuwenden vermag.


Ich habe Lust auf vieles.




Wer sein Leben behalten will, der wird es verlieren. Wer aber sein Leben verliert, der wird es behalten.


wünsche euch eine gute nacht. *:) zzz


Schönen Tag. *:)


Sometimes, when I consider what tremendous consequenses come from little things, I'm tempted to say there are no little things.


The Cab Ride

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'

'Oh, you're such a good boy,' she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'

'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..

'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.'

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.

They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.

'Nothing,' I said.

'You have to make a living,' she answered.

'There are other passengers,' I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware - beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.


I don't play well with others.

Why not?

Hmm... da muss ich mal kurz überlegen.

Grundsätzlich mag ich Menschen, auch wenn sie viel Blödsinn machen (ich inklusive). Ich kann verstehen und akzeptieren, dass Menschen viel Blödsinn machen. Was ich jedoch nicht mag und nicht akzeptiere, ist, wenn Menschen aus Nachlässigkeit Wunden reißen, die kaum mehr zu heilen sind.

Im Zweifel komme ich im Allgemeinen mit meinen Mitmenschen gut klar, und sei es nur dadurch, dass ich still und verträglich sein kann. Doch wenn es zur Sache geht, dann bleiben nur wenige Menschen übrig.


Was ich jedoch nicht mag und nicht akzeptiere, ist, wenn Menschen aus Nachlässigkeit Wunden reißen, die kaum mehr zu heilen sind.

Erlebst du so etwas oft?

Hmmm... vielleicht ist mir das nur deshalb nicht so praesent, weil ich den meisten Menschen nicht nahe genug komme...


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