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This morning I killed around 20 cockroaches. Or perhaps a little more. Little did I know about the life that took place just next to our door when I lifted up the heavy stone. For weeks, I thought something was smelling strange around there. And when I finally lifted the
Nature always finds ways to balance itself out, and in history not one single race, kingdom, empire had ever been superior without collapsing at one point. Not the Romans, not the Aztecs, not the Greeks, not the Nazis, not the Osmans. Not even the Egyptians. Nowadays the empire is called
It happens sometimes… And it lights me up!! When I receive an email or a message that says: “Thanks Sam, this post really inspired/helped me,” I’m glad because, in many ways it feels great to know that what you expressed somehow touched another person. And I feel even more glad
There is this story about Tiger Woods – and gosh I’m not even sure if it is true or not. “Screw it,” I thought, I share it anyways. Because it inspired me, and sometimes stories are just nice to listen too… 🙂 SO… When Tiger Woods, one of the –
15.08.2018 – Yesterday we ran out of water here. I realised that, since we live in our new place I didn’t organise any water supply. Well, water was something we took for granted anyways. Who would ever waste a thought about it, right? Yet after a few weeks the tank
Tuesday. 14.08.2018: I realised this morning that, just this year, I wrote about 300 articles and small posts. And a novel. And it feels good. Not necessarily the number, but to see that I put in the work. Today I thought I try to bring up the mess in my
“It was meant to be,” she said to me shortly after we met. I just finished school and was on summer-vacation. Was she lying? I don’t know. But I guess it made her feel good. Well, it made me feel good too. And even years later, I can’t deny that
Jimi had his guitar. Roger has his tennis-racket. Steve had his mac. And I believe we all have this one thing in which we seem to flourish. This thing which makes us forget time and allows us to lighten up like little kids on the playground. A certain activity, where
Yesterday I visited a restaurant with Orsi. There were two toilets. One for men, the other reserved for women. And I asked myself why even the smallest places tend to gender-divide their toilets. And why is it that – as a man – choosing the “female toilet” instead of waiting
I learned to apply and get jobs through impressing the audience, the employer. I learned to polish my CV. I practiced interviews with my friend who asked me the standard questions. And after each rejection I edited my application letter. But shortly after living in Thailand as a semi-pro fighter,
A toddler has no definition of itself. She doesn’t care about career, or future. She lives in the now. Like a dog… or a chicken – she just exists. She doesn’t tend to take things personally neither does she accuse or bear grudges. She tries, she fails, she learns. “You’re
For years the image of two men making love together made me shiver, and desperately trying to think about something else. Even talking with or about a gay made me feel insecure and distant. Why? Perhaps because I learned that it’s “not normal”, disgusting, “in-human”. Until I realised that sexual
The fine art of creating meaningful connections
I’m a writer and philosopher. I believe that we can all learn from each other. And I believe that love, faith and compassion are the gates to freedom and peace.