Random hugging military attention

So here I am with my second cup of coffee, being frighteningly soft and cheesy, totally wearing out Cat Steven’s Heaven. Moving in January to an apartment (box) that is the same size as the one I have now. Not an upgrade exactly but they say that that is not important, although it kinda is. Chaos does not like packing boxes and just wanna hide under the covers and hug someone for the rest of the day. Feeling so loving that I scare the shit out of myself while Order creates images of a General shouting out “FALL IN! Get yourself together!”.

So what is important? And apparently I cannot give your any answers because I am answering questions with questions. Unperfect and proud! So you need a good environment to relax in, but you should not put status and self-value in lifeless stuff. Friends are the most important (like you have never heard that one before….) but social things often demands somewhere to be and I do not know what I am talking about now… Welcome to my random brain! Have loads of loose threads, but I guess I should summarize what I do in my search for the meaning of life. Several things pops up that I want to write about.

A lecture from a person doing the kinda crazy things that I want to – positive thinking and all that
The philosophizing about fitness training – good or bad

You know what, I will just stop here, because I cannot get anything reasonable out of this post. But I guess that is kinda the beauty of it – it is just human…
FALL IN!
Pack the boxes! EXECUTE!

Judgement day and dreams sprinkled with high ambitions

Good morning, 7.00 am. No retouch. Cheers!

Woke up from a “judgement day-dream” – just like a film where the world had 2 hours left to live and no one had told us anything about it (wonder if they would in the reality).  Met up with friends, family and so on (there where robots in it, wonder where they came from but do not think they had anything to do with it). Had to say goodbye to everybody, wondering how I would have time to do that.

When I finally had woken up enough for the relieving “not-real-sigh”, still slumbering I started to think of the expression “live  every day as if it is your last” which you hear from people who has had a life-changing experience. Thought, OK sounds good to me, very right, but how? I know one thing and that is that I prob would not sit with my face glued to Facebook or the computer. So I should stop with that then? “like every day is your last”….hmm, then i would go away from this country with just some food, take every person i know with me and try to finish my bucket-list.

Everything at once, please! But it does not work that way does it? I would write in this blog everyday, but has not that been ages since? Answer; yes. Maybe it was my brain’s way to tell me, yes the world is unfair, successful people in your age earn 4 times more than your do, they have a steady job (i wanna win the lottery), and no stand-in, they might even have their own business and you are not anywhere near that – get your arse up (i am not over 25)!

Have not been very inspired lately and the world IS bloody unfair, I want to be there too (Jante, not good enough – eh?)! The industrialized country problem of yesterday: which new calendar to choose and shit, found 10 things more to do when I swapped to the new calendar. People are starving, stop complaining and be positive and happy, see what you already have, but do not be satisfied, aim for your dreams – bloody hell which one is it?!

A good summary from a friend: “What is is that you don’t want to do?” My answer: “Eat snails”.

PS. My tea is now cold, reminder: stop thinking, chop more wood, make more tea DS.