another step another day

Some people live their lifes day by day - they just live. Their eyes neither turn left nor right as they walk in a pace to fast to have a view at all. Some people get through each day confronting the challenge of seeing it pass by as swift as...

on distance

Sometimes distance doesn't matter to people cause other things are more important. Sometimes people and distance are not so much a choice as a convenience of life. Sometimes people live with distance and don't realize that there is a distance...

on: choice of pets

Sometimes people decide to get themselves a pet for whatever reason. Some people try to not be lonely, others try to raise their children by giving them a chance to proof that they are capable to keep a living thing alive - of course they start out...

Never talk to strangers

Who are the stangers? Never talk to strangers – who has not heard said phrase somewhere along his way of life. People are sorted by who you know and who you never saw, that`s a fact. Unfortunately people believe that the warning originates from the...

What's in a name?

What's in a name?   Sometimes all people want to know is your name and when you tell it they smile and walk away as if you have given them an all-in-compas insight of yourself. A name is nothing more that a accumulated amount of letters - so...

deceiver!?

Sometimes people think that another person is a big deceiver, yet they don't consider their own mind's place in this. People tend to sort their fellowman into categories and without realizing label them by their own mind's work. They sort them by...

dedication - love

People dedicate themselves to their life, their job, their hobby, their family, their pet, the state, god, beliefs, art, family, creating offspring, leaving something to be remembered by, achieving an aim, discovering a treasure, solving a myste ry,...

neglect

Sometimes people pay more attention to their dogs than to their child believing all is well that seems well - well... they live - and in a narrow minded street from which few return called "not my child". They never see nor hear the breaking planks...