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Dear blog, no I have not forgotten about you, at least not completely. I am occupied with participating in the revolution against speed. Live slower – Live better. I’m not too sure what this is all about but it makes sense, doesn’t it? To live slower. To see more.

An endless idea? Here’s mine:

The brain’s ability to concentrate is limited and often wasted on blocking out the unnecessary information that surrounds us: noise, movement, images. We exhaust our mental capacity on processing external perceptions, leaving us unable to deal with our own thoughts. How to live slower? How to avoid distraction? Retreat to where we came from, where we belong – nature. Here nothing competes to catch your attention. The mind can wander with ease, without having to climb obstacles or build barricades. Focus on what you choose to focus on, not what is thrown in your face. When there are no other people around, there is only yourself and your own needs to consider. Set your own pace, think slowly, let an impression sink in and last. When there are no distracting noise, even silence can be heard.

Pruszkowski –Eloe

Drenched in moonlight, the lonely road winds through the forest. The snow-covered tree branches hangs heavy under the weight, bowing before Luna Noctiluca. The crystals form a white, crispy carpet, crunching underneath my feet. I am walking on water, am I not? The air is cold and dry and every breath hurts. Pleasurable pain. The snow is falling gently, settling on the ground with a silent sound. The sound of falling snow, like feathers brushing against each other. Like sparks of electricity between feathers brushing against each other. Like sparkling electricity of the energy that fluctuates between feathers brushing against each other. Each snowflake unique, never two of the same. Like us humans; unique, never two of the same (-Cliché? Yes of course. Nothing wrong with clichés if they are true.) Snow crystals get caught in my eyelashes, my body heat melts them. For a moment they flow like tears down my cold cheeks before freezing into a thin layer of ice on my skin. The pulse slows down but the heart beats stronger. Live slower – Live better. Find passion in stillness. Hear poetry in silence. Join the revolution.

(It is also an excellent excuse for simply being lazy. It has always been my ambition to lead the revolution from underneath a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate in my hand and a purring cat in my lap.)

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