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Thursday, February 11

Aha!

"The core of mans' spirit comes from new experiences." - Into the Wild

Saw this movie the other night and can't help but think of this line. I've read the book 12 years ago and watched it just now. The V. didn't really think the story is worth filming but again maybe because I've read the book that's why I probably enjoyed it. For those of you who don't know the movie/book, it's a true story of a young man, freshly graduated from the university and decided to abandon his old identiy, family and other material possesions and go to Alaska from West Virginia. This journey takes him 2 years, meeting people, having new experiences and so on. Will not tell you how the ending went you could probably google it if you want to or watch it.

In one scene - the main lead role urges the old man, whom he met in his journey to do something out of his life- to have new experiences. But isn't it true - we are after all richer through the many experiences we've had. We become who we are shaped by the events that transpired- Somebody told me once - "you've changed, you are not you anymore. " At that time  I thought that was sad because this somebody was referring to it in a negative way of sort.  Then again I cannot be the same I am a few years ago because there have been so many things that happened - if I would stay the way I am so and so years ago maybe that means I have not learned anything at all from life.

Monday, January 25

Fernweh

Germans are known to be exact and precise - at least that is one stereotype about them. But one fascinating thing about the Germans is the German language. It is also very exact! One word when translated would be a sentence or a whole phrase. Such is Fernweh, the feeling inside when you are at home and have this longing and yearning to be somewhere far away - exactly the opposite of homesick.

That's what I have now, Fernweh - I long to be somewhere warm, somewhere far, somewhere busy, somewhere hectic, somewhere blue but not quiet and white, sitting here I see our street, white with snow and empty of life.