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German Spring. When your backpack is full of ... - clothes you needed in the morning because it was three degrees - sunscreen you need at noon - deo you need in the afternoon - a rain jacket... just in case
It may come as a surprise to you (just as it did to me) and you might not believe me what I will say now, but life can actually be fun. This enlightening insight came to me right on the first bright spring day, and in this case I think correlation can indeed be interpreted as causality. It's not ONLY spring that makes up for such a change in perspective, but it sure has a major part in it. What also might have had an impact: Sunday, having slept enough, and pursuing fun activities. Nevertheless, I can't help but find it astonishing how human mood varies. Sure, we're not robots that can be programmed into happiness or sadness - but still: Has anyone ever understood why one day they're perfectly happy and life's a beach and on the other, life is a never-ending tunnel of misery? If so, please explain this to me.  Some days are like this.... If humans can be satisfied so easily - why am I so often either completely overwhelmed or empty (sometimes it's even a mix of
Some things never lose their significance and beauty for me.  - Coffee: Both for its taste and its effect (and maybe because it offers a socially acceptable possibility of taking a break, since the cigarette lost this social acceptance). Enlightens each and every afternoon for me. Thank you so much, Inka, Maya or however discovered the magic that lies within this seemingly innocent bean.  - Spring: The first flowers, okay, they're beautiful of course. But have you ever truly acknowledged this first soft breeze after a long, dark and rainy winter?  - Weekend trips: Wherever, whenever (hi there, Shakira), almost always a pleasure. Okay, at least when you don't run the risk of freezing your buttocks off. In that case: Coffee and a nice, warm, cozy café can help. Physiologically and psychologically. How many hours have I been sitting at a table looking out of the window and feeling like a sophisticated boheme (which I will never be, because I'm a lousy lazy girl from Swabia wit