under my skin sits like a surprise to be opened day after day a little box with a red ribbon the revelation that I live in peace that nobody ever raped me that nobody ever tortured me that nobody ever threatened my life I can open my mouth and scream my opinion into this universe and nobody will punish me for it sitting on this island of blessed souls I tend to complain too much about the weather about my neighbors about my life in general in general it is not easy to be happy there is no should in happy a gift but I could sing instead really I could sing every day of my life I have reason to sing a song of gratitude not of pain we are together in this the kind of peace I live in is exceptional I mean just look at the rest of the world it is exceptional people get raped all the time people get killed all the time people get tortured all the time people sit in jail for voicing an opinion all the time under ...
Lobedentag. Das war als, auch, Programm gemeint, für ihr ganzes Leben. Lobe den Tag, verdammt nochmal. Und zwar nicht erst am Abend, sondern ständig, zu jeder vollen und halben Stunde. Finde Gründe, den Tag zu loben und höre damit nie wieder auf. Create random acts of kindness and closeness, zu jeder vollen und halben Stunde. Lass das die Art sein, wie Du den Tag lobst. Der Blog als Reisebeschreibung Verschlüsselt natürlich.