Freitag, 22. Februar 2008
"Ich liege hier und zähl' die Tage, wie viele noch kommen ich weiß es nich'..."
Am I more emotional than other persons or am I only more aware of my emotions? Or is it just that we all struggle to show our feelings? And if this is the case why do we do it? Why do we try to hide a natural reaction to a cause?

And are emotions reactions to our life or is our life designed by our emotions?

Are those who do not think about things as much as I do really happier with their life? Or are those who are often lost in thought about their life more satisfied?

How come that some words mean more to us than their official meaning? And how come we can 'feel' some words? (And please I don't want any answers concerning this questions which include de Saussure etc.)

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Mittwoch, 20. Februar 2008
"Even the best fall down sometimes, even the wrong words seem to rhyme..."
Does it do any good if your head is spinning around the whole day and still in the evening you haven't come to a conclusion? And can a solution exist without a conclusion? If so is there an end? And can it be good?

Do we chose the music that express our emotions in the best way or does the music we listen to control our emotions?

If you can hide a tear by a smile but are not capable of pretending to be sad if your happy does this indicate that happiness is stronger than sadness or that it is easier to act?

Can you ever really forgive a person you do not respect? And is it able to regain respect or is repsect for one person once lost, lost forever?

Does love indicate a loss of all virtues?

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Montag, 18. Februar 2008
"There are too many questions, there is not one solution, There is no resurrection, There is so much confusion"
How come there are books with appr. 600pages that you can read in about one week but still there are books with appr. 200pages that take you about a year to finish them?

How come I don't have a favourite book? Is it not yet found or do I already own it but I am not aware that it is my favourite? And what makes a fav. book?

Is it crazy that I have a book in which the author talks about his fav. Songs and how he feels about it? And that I want to buy a book where he describes his fav. books?

Why are there things we desperately want to talk about but when we get the chance we simply can't? Eventhough you know there are enough people who would listen and comfort you?

Doesn't it feel like fate when the radio plays a song that you couldn't adapt with in the past but suddenly it seems to fit?

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