2017-07-19 herz und hirn Fuelle Neues Leben Was ist wichtig im Leben? Wieviel Verschiedenes und wieviel Bedeutung von Wenigem sollte man in seinem Leben haben? Hinter mir liegen Jahre der Ablenkung, gefolgt von Wochen der voelligen Abschottung und nun Monaten der Konzentration auf wenige sehr wichtige Bereiche. Das tut mir gut. Es sind die richtigen Bereiche; sie tun mir gut. Das was ich weglasse fehlt mir nicht. Ich habe manches erkannt. He felt that he had undergone big changes [...] -- not so much of character but of perspective. [0] Es war schon auch gut, wieder aus meinem Schneckenhaus heraus zu gucken ... vorsichtig. Dennoch: Wie gut es tut, zu wissen, worauf ich mich konzentriere! Wie gut die Konzentration tut! Ich weiss was ich will. Ich bin bereit dazu. Das ist das Leben das ich mir wuensche. Nicht ganz wie es jetzt ist, denn etwas Entscheidendes (mit all seinen Auswirkungen) fehlt, aber die Richtung stimmt. Und es fuehlt sich gut an. Wieviel Fuelle also? Weniger ist besser fuer mich ... weniger Bereiche, die aber richtig und gut machen, sich ihnen vollumfaen- glich widmen. Zufrieden sein. Gemeinsam lachen. Etwas wagen. Sein. Was tut mir am meisten gut in meinem Leben? Ich weiss es nun, und es ist etwas anderes als ich dachte. Now that she's back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey, hey She acts like summer and walks like rain Reminds me that there's a time to change, hey, hey, hey Since the return from her stay on the moon She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey But tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded And that heaven is overrated? Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star, One without a permanent scar? And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there? Now that she's back from that soul vacation Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey, hey She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey, hey Now that she's back in the atmosphere I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane Told a story about a man who was too afraid to fly so he never did land But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back to the Milky Way? And tell me, did Venus blow your mind? Was it everything you wanted to find? And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there? Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken? Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance, five-hour phone conversation? The best soy latte that you ever had and me But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back toward the Milky Way? And tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded And that heaven is overrated? And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star, One without a permanent scar? And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself? Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na And did you fall for a shooting star, fall for a shooting star? Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na And now you're lonely looking for yourself out there. [1] [0] Stephen King: Under the Dome, S. 580 [1] Judy Collins: Drops of Jupiter (Original von Train) http://marmaro.de/apov/ markus schnalke