slavery
is just how painful that slavery
It is always a gentleman
Only You, O Eros, we serve as slaves too happy
Whatever it is, the
us in your service threatened
We find all that bad
defy any
Not Yet ......
What would a life that
freed from your slavery?
We could be back in people
We wär'n free a bit!
But if we were happy then `n?
`I think we prayed then soon
O, come and blow Eros times
In me it is so cold
© Fritz Fröhlich
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A good friend sent me this saying:
Life is not so, life is very different. (Tucholsky)
So if it is different, it is then at least
beautiful?
any case, very often, so sometimes, already, though, so beautiful? I do not know. Somehow, it all depends on how you view it. The more I think about it, I really do not know exactly what is beautiful in this life.
It is terrible, each detail I want to explore an idea, the more it melts away between my fingers. This, of whom I once thought it was all so clear and obvious, loses its contour. I mean, what exactly is beauty? Usually, we use this term for any object. There are beautiful images, there are beautiful furniture, there are beautiful vases and even beautiful women and also men. Ultimately, each determined for themselves what is beautiful. So before I am now here again verzettelung, there are really moments where I believed that life is beautiful. But the term "beautiful" for life is actually a collective term for, and I'm satisfied, I agree, I feel good, I feel joy in me, I am in harmony with all.
But this beauty is always transitory, subject to time. There are only rare times in life, constantly beautiful. And ultimately much less for everyone.
He loves the mountains, she loves the sea. He finds the beautiful Alps, she finds all so overwhelming, so high, oppressive, claustrophobic. In contrast, the immensity of the sea, the flat horizon, the glittering sand in the sun, the breeze, the seagulls, the endless vistas. Well, the saying goes white for a long time: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
There are some people who have everything they need and do not believe that life is beautiful. In addition, there will be people who have nothing and who find that life is beautiful. They praise the freedom, independence and adventurousness of their lives.
While some kingdoms the burden of the property, the related obligations, which are bound and take care of the constant concern for the preservation needs, it has nothing to fear except the tax office.
somehow imposes itself on the question of how they like it? No money worries, no envy, an unobtrusive, undisturbed life in a beautiful place, preferably alone? Alone, but not without a lovable one, or a beautiful woman, then surely this should be so. Of course, then a super harmonious life. No jealousy, no arguments, only honeymoon, only sunshine and love. No threats, no diseases, no worries about the children? Well, that's for sure probably not require too much, that are all very modest needs. Yes, may be of a good life look like this. That would be nice!
However, one can also find life beautiful without a partner.
We certainly talk to us sometimes life is beautiful, as a protective facade. We do not of those who are doing much more to be pitied.
So, a durable good life is an illusion.
But one thing this life will always be:
a fantastic life, a life full of wonder, full of wonder, full of mystery, full of adventure, full of surprises.
And that in itself is beautiful.
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