Ici, c'est facile.
Jun. 12th, 2007 12:26 amI lack enthusiasm. I don't think one can ever have too much of it. Enthusiasm is contagious, makes everything easier, more beautiful and fills it with meaning. I need to change again. The tides flew that way for a long time, now, but I had to search for the direction, really hard, too. Paris helped to answer some last questions. Interestingly, my flist did so, too. 'I lost my way', it says. 'I forgot who I am, because I listened too much to the overly negative opinions of others.' And of course 'I need to do what I love most.'
I had a long entry, last week, when LJ didn't let me post. I even saved it, but I can't post it now, when it's so obsolete, now.
There are different ways to live this life, and two of those always appealed most to me: The safest and the wildest way. I can't seem to find a decent compromise. I want to earn money, preferably much, preferably now. Do the decent, respectable thing. And I want to do what I love most, preferably all the time, preferably right now, and fuck their petty opinions.
I missed the third floor of Shakespeare & Co. How *stupid* can you get? I should have staid just a few moments longer. I should go back there, write there, read there, live there for a month or two. I guess it's a moot point, because it's probably even more important to live like that *whereever* I am. Carry the bookshop in your heart.

was written on a Montmatre wall, and yes, of course that's true. But it's not impossible somewhere else.
It's not really about money. It's not about time or easy opportunities. It's not even about the people surrounding me, helping me, hindering me. It's just about love and enthusiasm, which are kind of the same anyway.
I once loved books. Any books. Even boring ones.
I loved learning and running free and swimming for two hours straight, letting my thoughts drift away.
I loved playing, talking, laughing with guys, without even really thinking about that they were guys, not girls.
I loved myself, unconditionally. And I loved earth and humanity and everything in between. I was a child, once. And I don't think everything I learned and changed since then was for the better.
They are not out to get me, not even to laugh at me, and if someone does anyway, they are to be pitied and instantly forgotten.
There is no perfectly right way to behave, ever. You can make any honest mistake up with an true smile, an apology and a good explanation.
Nobody should expect the worst from other humans. Even if they do steal your thousand francs, like they did with George.
I do believe in this. I do, I do.
And maybe I'm surrounded by the wrong things again. (and no, of course it's generally not about things, but some things grow to be a part of ones self, or self image, which can be interchangeable) Like always, I'll start at the outmost layer: my rooms. Books I never read and never intend to read. Hateful letters by deceased relatives (bodily or just in their hearts, doesn't matter). Souvernirs of old humiliations and twisted friendships (as if one ever forgets those).
I don't think I'll change the middle layer again, at least not the hair colour or the glasses, I love those. Maybe a haircut. Definitely more weight loss, that's inevitable. Probably other clothes, resulting by the former.
And two new goals for the innermost layer:
Hard work and enthusiasm.
And yes I said, yes I will, yes.
I had a long entry, last week, when LJ didn't let me post. I even saved it, but I can't post it now, when it's so obsolete, now.
There are different ways to live this life, and two of those always appealed most to me: The safest and the wildest way. I can't seem to find a decent compromise. I want to earn money, preferably much, preferably now. Do the decent, respectable thing. And I want to do what I love most, preferably all the time, preferably right now, and fuck their petty opinions.
I missed the third floor of Shakespeare & Co. How *stupid* can you get? I should have staid just a few moments longer. I should go back there, write there, read there, live there for a month or two. I guess it's a moot point, because it's probably even more important to live like that *whereever* I am. Carry the bookshop in your heart.
was written on a Montmatre wall, and yes, of course that's true. But it's not impossible somewhere else.
It's not really about money. It's not about time or easy opportunities. It's not even about the people surrounding me, helping me, hindering me. It's just about love and enthusiasm, which are kind of the same anyway.
I once loved books. Any books. Even boring ones.
I loved learning and running free and swimming for two hours straight, letting my thoughts drift away.
I loved playing, talking, laughing with guys, without even really thinking about that they were guys, not girls.
I loved myself, unconditionally. And I loved earth and humanity and everything in between. I was a child, once. And I don't think everything I learned and changed since then was for the better.
They are not out to get me, not even to laugh at me, and if someone does anyway, they are to be pitied and instantly forgotten.
There is no perfectly right way to behave, ever. You can make any honest mistake up with an true smile, an apology and a good explanation.
Nobody should expect the worst from other humans. Even if they do steal your thousand francs, like they did with George.
I do believe in this. I do, I do.
And maybe I'm surrounded by the wrong things again. (and no, of course it's generally not about things, but some things grow to be a part of ones self, or self image, which can be interchangeable) Like always, I'll start at the outmost layer: my rooms. Books I never read and never intend to read. Hateful letters by deceased relatives (bodily or just in their hearts, doesn't matter). Souvernirs of old humiliations and twisted friendships (as if one ever forgets those).
I don't think I'll change the middle layer again, at least not the hair colour or the glasses, I love those. Maybe a haircut. Definitely more weight loss, that's inevitable. Probably other clothes, resulting by the former.
And two new goals for the innermost layer:
Hard work and enthusiasm.
And yes I said, yes I will, yes.
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Date: 2007-06-11 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-11 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-11 10:33 pm (UTC)Eigentlich bin ich garnicht so Grammar-Nazi-mäßig...aber irgendwie bleibt mein Hirn die ganze Zeit an diesem y hängen XD
Und ansonsten: ein schöner Eintrag.
Ich kriege immer mehr den Eindruck dass du sehr mutig bist. Du betrachtest dich dauernd selbst so kritisch und stellst dich den sachen die du ändern willst. ich kann das nicht so gut.
:)
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Date: 2007-06-11 10:37 pm (UTC)Und ansonsten: Vielen Dank! *aufpluster*
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Date: 2007-06-12 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-12 07:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-12 07:03 am (UTC)Und auf das Resultat bin ich - wie immer - gespannt.
Ich hoffe, du kommst gleich zum HS, ich freu mich drauf, dich zu sehen.
Etwas off-topic: Eure Karte ist übrigens angekommen. *squeeeee* Eine Postkarte! Wir haben sooooo lang keine mehr bekommen! 9(^_^)6
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Date: 2007-06-12 07:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-12 07:24 am (UTC)Ich bin nicht sicher, ob ich den Eintrag ganz verstehe, mein Hirn ist einfach zu eingerostet für Englisch. Eigentlich finde ich, du zeigst schon ziemlich geballten Enthusiasmus in allem was du tust und manchmal frage ich mich, was denn in deinen Augen (um Himmels Willen) so verkehrt ist, dass du dich ständig so in Frage stellen (musst ?) möchtest.
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Date: 2007-06-12 11:19 am (UTC)Ich finde den Gedanken grundfalsch, dass man sich nur in Frage stellen sollte, wenn etwas verkehrt ist. Man sollte auch nicht erst Umweltschutz betreiben, wenn schon alles kaputt ist, oder erst zum Zahnarzt, wenn etwas weh tut. Es macht deutlich glücklicher, unangenehmen Entwicklungen völlig auszuweichen. Es ist natürlich auch schwieriger zu sehen, was man eigentlich gewonnen hat, wenn die schlechten Resultate oder Ereignisse, die sonst *vielleicht* passiert wären, gar nie eingetroffen sind. Aber ich behalte mich aus Prinzip im Blick. Warum bei Zufriedenstellend stehen bleiben, wenn man noch mehr erreichen kann, ohne Verlustrisiken?
Dazu muss man natürlich eine Basis haben, auf die man sich verlässt. Eine (vielleicht einzelne) Eigenschaft, auf die man auf jeden Fall stolz ist oder etwas Ähnliches.
Ich bin lustigerweise stolz darauf, mich immer wieder zu überprüfen und mich mit Begeisterung zu verbessern. Und aufs Geschichten Erzählen, aber das ist ja eine andere, weniger basische Ebene.
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Date: 2007-06-12 08:02 am (UTC)Schoener Eintrag. Mal wieder >>fuchs<< auf dem Pruefstand. Schoene Idee mit den layers.
Alles Gute fuer hard work & enthusiasm! Wenn Du bei irgendwas Hilfe brauchst, dann weisst Du, wo Du mich findest...
*hug send*
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Date: 2007-06-12 11:19 am (UTC)und vielen Dank!
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Date: 2007-06-12 02:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-12 08:28 am (UTC)Dir wünsche ich, dass Du alles umsetzen kannst, was Du Dir vornimmst. Und dass Du dann irgendwann zufrieden bist. :-)
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Date: 2007-06-12 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-12 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-12 04:25 pm (UTC)"The safest and the wildest way."
Das sagt für mich irgendwie sehr viel aus. Ich weiss nicht, ob notwendigerweise dasselbe wie bei dir, aber ich glaube man muss Dinge auch nicht immer 100% gleich verstehen. Ich nehme die Aussage sozusagen wie sie mir gefällt... und mir gefällt sie.
"[...] fuck their pretty opinions." gefällt mir im übrigen auch. *hust*
Und das über Menschen... und... und...
I guess you get the point.
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Date: 2007-06-22 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-03 01:31 pm (UTC)I think you'd fit *perfectly* into that little world there. Though I'm sorry to say that I am so fucking envious of you right now because the time to live there has simply passed in my life. So, live voraciously for me, too, when you get there. XD
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Date: 2007-08-07 08:00 am (UTC)It would have been the perfect place for my 18 year old self, when I was completely floundering about, desoriented and so full of yearning without knowing for what exactly.