Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
being happy - noted in the train
in the train I noted some of my thoughts...
Being Happy is something we are resposible of on our own. We cant expect anybody to make us happy. We have to live our lives the way we know it will make us happy. To know how to be happy is so terrifficly easy thats what makes it so damn difficult. To listen to our inner voice is the key. We do know what is good for ourselves. Somtimes its just that we dont have the courage to step out and actually do what we feel its right for us. Not that we dont feel it thats only an excuse. We are responsible. We are free. I am talking to you but most of all I am talking to myself. Its is up to myself to let me step out into the spotlight and do what I know its right for myslef.
It is not my intention to hurt anyone. Thats so incredible far away from what I intend to do. I am reminded of a speech I once heard in "Coach Carter". It is our biggest fear to shine. My biggest fear is to shine. My biggest desire is to shine. I want to shine in my own light. I want to stop hiding and be myself. Its easely said and still difficult to be done.
So remember, all of you and myself. Being happy is easy. Fear is the gratest power to keep you away from being happy!!! Dont be afraid. Listen to youre voice and do whatever you know it makes you happy.
Being Happy is something we are resposible of on our own. We cant expect anybody to make us happy. We have to live our lives the way we know it will make us happy. To know how to be happy is so terrifficly easy thats what makes it so damn difficult. To listen to our inner voice is the key. We do know what is good for ourselves. Somtimes its just that we dont have the courage to step out and actually do what we feel its right for us. Not that we dont feel it thats only an excuse. We are responsible. We are free. I am talking to you but most of all I am talking to myself. Its is up to myself to let me step out into the spotlight and do what I know its right for myslef.
It is not my intention to hurt anyone. Thats so incredible far away from what I intend to do. I am reminded of a speech I once heard in "Coach Carter". It is our biggest fear to shine. My biggest fear is to shine. My biggest desire is to shine. I want to shine in my own light. I want to stop hiding and be myself. Its easely said and still difficult to be done.
So remember, all of you and myself. Being happy is easy. Fear is the gratest power to keep you away from being happy!!! Dont be afraid. Listen to youre voice and do whatever you know it makes you happy.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Herr und Frau Bünzli in Indien oder so
Herr und Frau Bünzli bemerken gegen Ende des Gesprächs diesen äusserst exotischen, langen, komplizierten und nicht-schweizerischen Namen. Auf Herrn Bünzli wirkt der Name indisch. Nein, nein wird von mir ab gewunken, dieser Name ist albanischen und nigerianischen Ursprungs. Nun fällt Frau Bünzli doch prompt der Kinnladen runter, die Augen erstarren.
Wie kommt es dazu, dass eine Exotischen-Namen-Trägerin so einwandfrei, slangfrei und breit Berndeutsch zu sprechen vermag!? Dieser Gedanke finden den Weg in Frau Bünzlis Mund und quillt in Form einer erschrockenen Frage raus. Ich sei eben im Frauenspital Bern geboren worden, und zwar im Alten, in der Länggasse. Aha, aha, aha… Frau Bünzlis Hirn verarbeitet die Informationen, die Augen wandern etwas hilfesuchend zum Ehemann dem dickbäuchigen, unscheinbar aber korrekt gekleideten Herrn Bünzli. Auch in dessen Oberstübchen rattert es, es geht in eine religiöse Richtung und so platzt es naiv und unvermittelt aus ihm heraus: „Sie tragen ja gar kein Kopftuch!?“ Ein müdes Lächeln huscht mir übers Gesicht: „Jawohl Herr Bünzli, das haben Sie richtig erkannt, schönes, langes, marronibraunes Haar nicht wahr?“ Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm… Nun herrscht Hochbetrieb in dem Organ unter der Schädelplatte.
Mit dem Gefühl, dass ich das Gesprächsthema des pünktlich um 18.00 Uhr stattfindenden Nachtessens von Herr und Frau Bünzli sein werde, verabschiede ich mich von ihnen.
Berührt haben wir uns gegenseitig. Es gibt doch tatsächlich integrierte Menschen mit einem ausländischen Namen. Es gibt doch tatsächlich Schweizer, die davon noch nie gehört haben.
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