Destiny

Solitude is not chosen, any more than destiny is chosen. Solitude comes to us if we have within us the magic stone that attracts destiny.

In each one of you there is a hidden being, still in the deep sleep of childhood. Bring it to life! In each one of you there is a call, a will, an impulse of nature, an impulse toward the future, the new, the higher. Let it mature, let it resound, nurture it! Your future is not this or that; it is not money or power, it is not wisdom or success at your trade — your future, your hard dangerous path is this: to mature and to find God in yourselves.

Source: Brainpickings: Hermann Hesse on Solitude, the Value of Hardship, the Courage to Be Yourself, and How to Find Your Destiny

Published on November 13, 2019 at 6:00 by

Skin hair and teeth care

I went into town. First i brought away the bag full of plastics. On the big bin i read that from December on we could throw away our plastic stuff in the general bins. So i threw away the bag as well. After that i went into the Gimsel. I came across someone i knew from the garden just before i entered. Nice. In the shop i bought a bamboo toothbrush and toothpaste. I went on. At the HEMA i bought half a rookworst with mustard. Yum. This Saturday i walked past the Bijenkorf and noticed the brand the Ordinary. I have heard of this through some youtube channels i follow, mainly skincare and not expensive. I did a search for the best products for me. I picked up Niacimanide 10% + Zinc 1% (€6) and the Organic Cold-Pressed Rose Hip Seed Oil (€10). To start with. I walked on. I was a still a bit peckish. So i walked on to Kiem Foei and got me a small soto soup without the egg. Yum. I stared out on the street, watching the people walking through the rain. I looked at the Gouvernestraat. I realised i was close to the Marqt. I needed new shampoo and conditioner. so i walked up there. In the store i talked to two people who work there. Before the store moved two years ago i bought quite a few things there. They told me the store will be closing 3 January 2020. Hmmm. I walked on. The Van Oldenbarneveltstraat. The Karel Doormanstraat. The Aert van Nesstraat. The Meent. In the Jumbo on the Botersloot. Bought ecological sunflower oil and heavy cream. Walked on towards home.

Yeah!

Published on November 12, 2019 at 6:00 by

My old computers, printers, television and Wii

The whole table was covered with old things i got from all the corners of my house, including the cellar and the attic. I got a telephone number from a friend. All these things will be repaired or ripped apart or send to the Ukraine or Russia or somewhere in Africa. Or might even stay in the Netherlands, like the Wii.
The Wii. I used this for around a month. Not a good buy.
My old iMac and Apple monitor. A Microsoft keyboard.
An Apple Extended Keyboard II. One of the best ever. I thought about keeping this, but no.
My old G4 Quicksilver computer. Beauty.
Lovely
My television gone too. Not used for two years.
A box full of cables, most still packaged.
My old Apple monitor. Wonderful.
Bye bye!
My old Sony Triniton 17" monitor.
Published on November 8, 2019 at 6:00 by

Silently happy

Having a couple of days of being happy. Simply happy. I don’t feel like adding much to this. I’ll be back working here for sure. Just for now, nothing much to say or show.

Published on November 6, 2019 at 6:00 by

Close

Nothing much happened today. I did some shopping. Bought some veggies. Chocolate. Read some more. Played some warcraft. I felt quiet. Peaceful. Yeah 🙂

Published on November 5, 2019 at 6:00 by

Failures

The past few days i’ve had some talks with friends about some things on my mind. Some things happening in the past, some things only a few weeks ago. Later on i realized i was wrong. Wrong in telling the stories like i did. Wrong i what i said. Damn. I do my best, but it is difficult. I make mistakes. Every single day.

I have had major failures in my life. I messed up a lot. From way back when i was eight or ten or twelve or fourteen or whenever. Some are still clear signs. My working in London. A failure in one sense. Halfway decent in another. My breaking up with friends. Also a major failure. Several times in my life too.

I am getting a bit better in controlling myself and how i behave with other people. I like to listen. Give ti time. Let people talk about what is on their mind. Listen carefully. With attention. I still fail at it, at times. But it does work sometimes.

I know. I have to let it go. I have to accept myself. Accept the world for what it is. Accept my life for what it has become. Fight for change. Ask questions, sure. Stay close to me.

Find some peace.

Published on November 4, 2019 at 6:00 by

Once more The “Sweetest Girl”

My favourite song. Absolutely. Once again 🙂

I did forget i had made a post with this song already. A bit embarrassing. I will leave this post online.

Scritti Politti – The “Sweetest Girl”
Sweetest girl in all the world
His eyes are for you only
Sweetest girl in all the world
His eyes are for you only
Sweetest girl in all the world
His words have died before me
Sweetest girl in all the world
His words have died before me

When they walk in the park, I never can tell
When they walk in the dark, I never can tell
It’s just loving – ooh loving

The sweetest boy in all the world
His life has got so lonely
Sweetest boy in all the world
His life has got so lonely
Sickest group in all the world
How could they do this to me
The sickest group in all the world
How could they do this to me

What I want I will take, what you think that you know
Oh such an awful mistake to never let go
It’s just loving – ooh loving

The weakest link in every chain
I always want to find it
The strongest words in each belief
Find out what’s behind it
Politics is pride too
Vagaries of science
She left because she understood
The value of defiance

When the government falls, I wish I could tell
When, oh when necessity calls, I never can tell
It’s just loving – ooh loving

Sweetest girl in all the world
These words are for you only
Sweetest girl in all the world
These words have died before me

When they walk in the park, I never can tell
When they walk in the dark, you know that it never can be told

Published on November 1, 2019 at 6:00 by