You are the captain

Imagine your life works like a ship.
That ship needs a captain.
But who is it?

You should be the person at the wheel.
Imagine what would happen if you let a passenger take the wheel?!
Would he even know how to steer? Where the ship is going?
Your ship would be damned to sink. There wouldn’t be any chance to save it.

But you, as the captain of this ship, would intervene before it’d be too late.
You are the only person that knows how your ship works.
That knows where your destination is.

Now ask yourself: “Who is steering my life right now?”
Are you, as the captain, still at the wheel?
Or did a passenger take it a long time ago?
If so, you should act before it’s too late.

How long have other people been steering your ship?
Are you still on course?
Are you still responsible for it?
Is it still your ship?
Why did you let it come this far?

You wouldn’t want a ship to sink but you want your life to?
You should better act immediately to prevent the catastrophe.
You only have this one life.
Would you rather be a bystander of your OWN life?
Or would you like to take control and responsibility of your OWN life?

Get back what is yours.
Take course on the destination you wanted to arrive at.
Design your life how you desire it.

As the real captain you know how to steer your life.
What it needs and what it doesn’t.
Get it back before it’s too late.
No person other than yourself is going to do it!

Wealth

We all want it. Each and every one of us.
Maybe some more than others.
We all know that we want it.
There is no denying it.
But we all want it a different way.

To be wealthy.
But rich in what exactly?

Do we want to be wealthy to escape our worries?
To have no responsibilities?
To be free from guilt?
To be free from grief and desire?

Why are we only talking about wealth when it’s about money?
Isn’t a person who can do every single day the things he love wealthy too?
Isn’t it him who is wealthy because he is free from restraints?
Isn’t a person who is filled with happiness for the rest of his life wealthy too?
Isn’t it him who is wealthy because he recognized what really matters?
Isn’t a person who is blessed with health wealthy too?
Isn’t it him who is wealthy because he is able to move and think freely?

Why is a person only wealthy when he’s accumulated a huge amount of money?
Why is said person so proud of having a huge amount of money,
while having nothing else?
Aren’t those who only have the most money in reality the one’s who are the poorest?
All that money without realizing what really matters.

Driven by greed, power, satisfaction, social status, and approval.
Those people are supposed to be wealthy?
Even though they’ve forgotten what gratitude is?
What it means to be humble?
What appreciation is?
What it means to love?
What it means to be happy?
What it means to be healthy?
They are supposed to be wealthy just because they have money?

Yes, it sucks to have no money in a money driven society.
Yes, it sucks to be regarded as poor.
It sucks to not really live in freedom but just in a small zone of possibilities.
It sucks to not be able to pursue one’s dreams.
It sucks to always face the same recurring problems.
It sucks to live only from paycheck to paycheck,
instead of being able to enjoy the richness of life.
But the truth is we got to eat shit first to be able to enjoy being wealthy.

But if being wealthy means to sell one’s soul,
then I would trade in my money for my older life any time.
I rather die broke but happy and aware of what it really means to be wealthy.
Then I would die rich but spoiled without having lived one single day being actually wealthy.

Love or Hate

In the end it’s only about love or hate.
We’re making things way more complicated than they actually are.
It’s only about deciding who you want to be.

Will you become a loving person to make yourself and your surroundings happy?
Will you become a hating person to make yourself and your surroundings bitter?

In the end it’s only you who decides how your life will look like.

We either begin to love each other and become happier.
Or we begin to hate each other and spend the rest of our lives in anger.

We could change so much just by understanding that.
Be it the way we interact with each other.
The way we perceive things.
The way we teach things to future generations.
But most people won’t realize that.

 

Everyday

Excuse me but how the fuck are we supposed to get up everyday at 6AM while being thrown out of bed by an stupid alarm, squeeze into uncomfortable clothes, scoff burnt toast, manoeveur one’s car through everday’s traffic or even worse to get once again into the overstuffed metro while doing everything possible to not suffocate in this moving prison, to finally have arrived at that one place where the last glimmer of hope, joy, and happiness vanished years ago, to then make as much money as fast as possible for someone you only see twice a year while you merely get a fraction of it while still having to be thankful for this once in a lifetime “opportunity” and then still be happy and call this a fulfilling life?

Wouldn’t it be nice if the person who is forced to work could wake up to do the things that fulfill him and give him joy?
Wouldn’t it be nice if the person could reap the fruits of their labor while not being forced to give away most of it?

That he could call life. But the other thing isn’t worth being called life.
And maybe, just maybe said person would then really be thankful and happy to be alive.

But instead you are selling this construct to us you call “life”
just to satisfy your greed and to assisst you to accumulate worthless, materialistic possessions just so that you can forget about your inferiority complex.

The Gallery

Imagine your whole life would be exhibit in a gallery.
Every single moment. Everything you have ever experienced. Every single day.
Would you want to see it?
What would the people that visit this gallery think of you?

Would you be proud of your life?
How would you feel while strolling through the gallery?

Every single visitor would know exactly who you really were.
They wouldn’t see the life you wish you could have lived,
but the life you have really lived.

Would you still be proud to show people around the gallery of your life?
If not, you should ask yourself why you don’t want to show your life to the people.

Is it the job that you disliked but still have spent three quarters of your life on?
If that’s the case then 75% of your gallery would be filled with it.

Is it because you have been rude to 90% of the people you have met?

Is it because you only have spent 2% of your time on the things that really fulfilled you?

All of it would be visible for every single visitor in the gallery.

But now imagine that you have made 90% of the people you encountered happy,
and gave them joy, helped them, or just have been nice to them.

Imagine that you have spent 98% of your time on the things that really fulfilled you.
That made you happy. That gave you joy. That gave you meaning.
While you have spent only 2% of your time on the things you didn’t enjoy.

Would you now be proud to show people around the gallery of your life?

The point is that you should change your life as much as it takes,
for you to not only be proud of it but to show it to others.

Ask yourself every single day if today would be a day for your gallery.

Enjoy your life to the fullest because who knows
if you aren’t doomed to wander around your gallery forever in the after-life?

 

My life

The world is mine to take.

I am after anyone who says I won’t make it.

I am getting everything I can while giving back double to the family.

I am not here to live for a moment but to live a whole life.

Trying anything instead of nothing just to make it.

Rather fail than not even try at all. Those who don’t try already lost.

They can say what they want but I am going to die standing up for my beliefs.

But no matter how much I achieve in my mind I am still running behind.

I am going to get everything even if you are blocking my way.
And if you are, you should better run boy ’cause I am not leaving my path.
I am going to bulldoze anything and anyone who is blocking my way.

I am tireless.
I am unstoppable.
I am the captain of my own ship.

I am moving mountains just to make it possible.

Got a dream in my head which I am going to realize.

I am not insane at most megalomaniac.

You want to fight me?
Better be prepared for never ending losses.

Size of an elephant. Willpower of a lion. Adaptability of a chameleon.
I am the fittest in the room. I am the king of the jungle.

This is my life and I am steering.

My time is now.

Fast lane

Living life in the fast lane we don’t need any spurs.

Life passes us, seeing so much in so little time.

There is no room for taking breaks and breaths.

Rushing from adventure to adventure without any hope of enlightment.

We’re all after the same thing instead of pausing for a moment and taking a look around.

Like high we hover over anything with no end in sight.

Sliding from exhaustion into depression. Racing with full speed into burnout.

We aren’t living the dream just a nightmare.

I’m wondering where this will end but it won’t ever stop.

Seeking paradise in after-life while creating hell on earth.

We just want to collect as much as we can but forget that we can’t keep any of it.

We are losing ourselves.

We don’t know ourselves but that doesn’t matter as long as the numbers are right.

We are squeezing us into tailor-made suits and buy luxury cars to impress people          we don’t even care about.

Just want to join the exclusive club that merely exists in our heads.

Every morning we hang up our soul, throw away love and humanity, leave our mind on the kitchen counter and trade it all in for some designer clothes and a Mercedes key.

Wanted a life full of health, happiness, experiences, and wisdom. Instead we get lonely hotel rooms, short nights, Yeezys, and restraints.

It just keeps getting stranger.

Keep having permanent stress.

We don’t even look out the window anymore.

No sweet dreams, ’cause the stuff of what dreams are made of is sold out.

We are caught in this hamster wheel.

Aren’t allowed to leave the cage, curfew was put on us but the door to a better life is within one’s reach.

Just like Inception I would rather be trapped in my dreams but life ain’t a blockbuster.

Have to go back in time and bring the world to a stop.

Need to wake ourselves up and free us.

We could reach for the stars but reather handover the star to the concierge.

No satisfaction, love, and hope but beamer, Benz, and Bentley.

No children or marital bliss but one night stands and empty beds.

I’m wondering where this will end but it won’t ever stop.

Feeling like we have lived a thousand lives and nethertheless experienced nothing.

Speeding on the fast lane towards burnout but the last time we have looked around we were merely children.