Whether it was the better, I do not know.
Some suspect but suggests that the risk of becoming overloaded by the speed of intake manifold intellectual, is actually grown.
I'm not talking about that which is daddelt on his computer into a delirium, I'm talking about the best.
By those who, though they carry things very deeply with yourself and think, but are mentally on the day in a thousand places. The exhausted forces.
I think it is now for a complete illusion, perhaps a fatal, something of a holiday could remedy this problem. Or a relaxation seminar. Or any other type of penance.
Only it seems to me a kind of autogenous Sichfreimachens in every day life, the basic thought of being able to develop a healing effect.
Do what is necessary somehow always remain most important works. And the latter may also adjourn times.
The already always have everything under control understand, a anyway, their advice is usually only poison.
Some of those who wish ill, most know it is not much better.
Everywhere illusions. Even those I experienced only a few days ago that it was just warmer, more relaxed, more beautiful on a Mediterranean island, as in so half Nordic Stuttgart.
Yonder, needs less heat, you must not also be needed so just the beach and the deck chair, but here you would get probably somehow the necessary creative delusion, because the sky is so gray and cool as long as the rain.
No: I do not want permanently to Sicily or Mallorca.
Not because I have anything against the lifestyle or the people there, would not, because I do not know to communicate shortly least passably: There were not many I simply my creative center.
This is beyond my children, maybe someday I accruing a new woman, of what my life revolves and thinking.
Herewith more than a Mediterranean beach, a Campari Orange, twenty-four degrees water temperature, a unique hangener heaven, even the pasta with roasted eggplant from the garden, after the fresh calamari salad good first white, then red like multinucleated.
My kingdom is precisely of this local world! My home is my kingdom! My language, with those who understand them and me that account every day even farther!
What would be Italian or Spanish for me in the long run?
Yes, I know a few nice words to resonate within moons, probably within a few years would do more, but where where that would more that makes my middle and shows?
Holiday, yes, but not for long.
One can not go to happiness. At least not as a ghost.
One should ever attain happiness, we can only invite round, betting that it comes to a.
I write this now Our primary Nachwuchse that probably will not hear most gladly. Learns, traveling, learning languages, above all, but first and foremost your own!
This not only provides protection, but promises an incomparable treasure. Neither these nor those will be able to give you beautiful beaches and Dudu and Suleika. Do not believe me? Enough that you hear it.
Forget my talk, to you that you might one day be remembered.
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Beautiful language that you lead my own discomfort and well-being equally illuminating.
Especially when my life is determined by these sentences:
"Doing the necessary somehow always remain most important works. And the latter may also adjourn times. "
For years now. Since youth gone anyway and the insight is widely made that to keep control, endlessly devouring energy.
My machinery is kept just about to collapse on the run ......... so it can go further.
Contrary to the adverse conditions of our country.
The demands of the summer to make sure that's incredible in the hay in the winter stock, dry wood in the barn and the cellar full of food.
Just in the winter not only the environment but also hostile to life the entire society is all around it is rapidly becoming.
Soon only remains for me the rest home, my own room.