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and other things ....

perspectives ....

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I have been out with a friend tonight I haven't seen for month. It was a good laugh but also an intersting discussion regarding the topic to make oneself independent from a current employers and start an own business.

uncertainties? yes there are some if not many but why not try it?

... thinking about myself

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Sitting here watching the raindrops that run down my window as I think about what I am doing here does give the impression of a vague vision of the future in a grey colourless touch.

You might as why I start my post with these lines and you are right everything could have been much brighter and much lighter looking at life from a different perspective.

I am looking at myself for almost two years now and I am more and more aware of the question of "Who am I?" and "What am I here for?".

Tough questions in a time that tells me at each corner and in all the media i can be what i want. Is it possible that the western world these days has too much choice?

I did dream one day that I am longing for a certain thing in my life while another thing moved away by reaching for the new one. It was a feeling like in a space without gravity where these needs / wants circled around me telling me here I am you want me more than the other thing over there. And than the other started to talk and told me why I should better stay with it rather than longing for the other one. And these were not just two there were many of them and the more I reached for one thing the more I had to let the others go which as it turned out I couldn't do. In fact I got stuck where I was with stepping a bit to the front, the backor sideways. But I didn't make any progress in that sense.

A strange situation. Did I define my own value by these things or didn't these things let me define myself? It is maybe that today the society is creating my own character rather than I do find myself?

I am not my car nor my TV or job. I am not my computer or my second life character neither am I the one that appears at work or in privat life. I am not my holiday trip, my mobile phone or my fancy media player. I am not my bicycle or my motorbike. Not my university degree or the boat that I rent once in a while to spend some days at a nearby lake. I am not my skates or my suit. It seams as if I do play my assigned roles in this world which is to a certain degree maybe normal. BUT WHICH OF THESE ROLES IS MINE IN THE END?

WHO AM I?

Did you experiance things like that before as well? What did you do to handle the situation?

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