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Saturday, March 17, 2018

Post 80.

The last word.
Do you also know someone who accuses you of wanting to have the last word?
Well, if you are in a dialogue – a discourse between two people – it is a mathematical certainty that one of you will have the last word. If they have a problem with you being the one, then they want to have the last word themselves.
So, what’s wrong with it anyway?

In my opinion, a good conversation is about exchanging ideas, inspiring each other, improving arguments.
It is most definitely not about being right. Not about forcing the other person to acknowledge your being right. That’s a boring perspective. 

As far as I’m concerned, you can only have the last word if you die when having said it. You can hope for having said ‘famous last words’, but there are no guarantees.

Thursday, March 8, 2018

Post 79.

Women’s day.
You know you have found the Right One if you feel that you can be yourself when you are together. If you feel appreciated as you are. It is OK –constructive even, at times- to be criticised for what you do, but never for who you are.
If someone is able to find all your buttons you’re trying to hide and pushes them, than it is a mismatch. If someone condemnes you for acting like you would with your buttons pushed, after they pushed them, then it is a mismatch. If someone belittles you to be the one up, than it’s a mismatch.

But if someone brings out the best in you, if you feel you can make mistakes and you’ll be forgiven, stay. Don’t look any further. If the both of you can take turns at being the strong one, like stepping with your left and right foot, one after the other, so naturally, stay. Don’t look any further.

It is a very romantic idea, that this would be so black and white. So simple. It never is. Try to strengthen and improve yourself. Give, there are always people, who will be happy with you. Who are in need of at least a friendly voice. Surprise yourself.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Post 78.

I went for a snowy forest walk on the mountain with my best friend. He was abundantly happy, jumped around like crazy, bit the snow and sneezed, again and again.
It felt cosy, this white world. I was listening; could hear the snowflakes falling when my dog was quiet for a moment. The silence was
 like a giant pillow. The cold was freshening. 

Invited my children & co. for a trip. There was an exhibition about archeology in a nearby city, or another one about impressionism in another city.
We took the train. The frozen landscape was flying by outside. We had hot chocolate with apple pie. Were having a great time, lots of laughter, good conversations.

The first dream was real more than twenty years ago. The latter never happened.
I can do whatever I want to. My freedom is limitless.
As long as I stay inside my head I won’t be confronted with a body that doesn’t work.