To my surpass, I like it, and so I have decided to post some of them here.
I hope you like them.
The first story is from our first homework assignment. The task was to think back in our life to a moment that changed our life, then write down the series of events that happened to get a timeframe and then write the story.
The series of events in my case was pretty simple:
I was at a bonfire at the beginning of the semester
thinking about life.
Then a girl started talking to me and surprised me
She asked me "what did you leave behind"
(to be totally honest, the story did not happen exactly the way i write it here, i modified it, to adopt it to the point i wanted to get across...)
What did you leave behind?
While staring at the fire and the coals i think back about last summer and the challenges that the next year is going to bring. It’s a warm September evening and the semester has just started. The last 6 weeks I have worked in an Ayurveda Spa, taking a lot of time to think about my life, my future plans, my goals for this coming semester. I want to get stuff done, accomplish something this year, but more important I want to work on myself, be true to myself and others, say what i really feel and be more present.
Around me there is people talking about their summer experiences, all the adventures they had, all the fun. Its a constant chattering and small-talk that accumulates in my ears until it sound like the screaming hum of a plain taking off. Somewhere close somebody is playing guitar, covers from the 90ties, and a few people join in and sing and play drums.
“hey, I don’t think i have met you” - is pulling me out if my dreams. A phrase that i have heard too many times in the last week and that always leads to mindless small-talk. “Where are you from” - “why did you come here?” - “How do you like it so far?” - the same phrases over and over again.
Still in my thoughts I look up, although not expecting much.
Boom - it hits me - surpise.
Two amazing eyes, dark brown like chocolate look at me, framed by long hair that is black as the night and shines in the moonlight and a smile that is almost overwhelming me with joy and beauty.
“So.. - Sorry - what did you say?” is all i get out.
“I said: I’ve seen you around, but I don’t think i have met you...” - she smiles.
“ Oh, I am Emanuel, nice to meet you; what’s your name?”
We get into the usual small talk. “Where are you from?” - “How do you like it here?” - “Why did you come here?”- What are you studying?” - the same old phrases.
As i start getting bored again and drifting off with my thoughts, she hits me with another surprise.
“What did you leave behind when you came here?” she asks suddenly more serious.
“I am not sure if i understand what you mean..”
“you know, every time we go somewhere, we leave stuff behind, and often we go somewhere just to leave where we were. So... what did YOU leave behind?”
Interesting.
Pictures come to my mind. My old life, my broken relationship that drove me crazy, my life between work, party, alc and drugs - “Work hard - Party hard” was our slogan. My divided family that kept criticising me, wanting me to make something out of my liofe, to take responsibility, and to finally finish my education.
I look at her, while I hear myself saying: “I don’t know”.
“Good job Emanuel”, screams my inner voice, “ so much about being true to myself and others.
Try harder next time!!”
While staring at the fire and the coals i think back about last summer and the challenges that the next year is going to bring. It’s a warm September evening and the semester has just started. The last 6 weeks I have worked in an Ayurveda Spa, taking a lot of time to think about my life, my future plans, my goals for this coming semester. I want to get stuff done, accomplish something this year, but more important I want to work on myself, be true to myself and others, say what i really feel and be more present.
Around me there is people talking about their summer experiences, all the adventures they had, all the fun. Its a constant chattering and small-talk that accumulates in my ears until it sound like the screaming hum of a plain taking off. Somewhere close somebody is playing guitar, covers from the 90ties, and a few people join in and sing and play drums.
“hey, I don’t think i have met you” - is pulling me out if my dreams. A phrase that i have heard too many times in the last week and that always leads to mindless small-talk. “Where are you from” - “why did you come here?” - “How do you like it so far?” - the same phrases over and over again.
Still in my thoughts I look up, although not expecting much.
Boom - it hits me - surpise.
Two amazing eyes, dark brown like chocolate look at me, framed by long hair that is black as the night and shines in the moonlight and a smile that is almost overwhelming me with joy and beauty.
“So.. - Sorry - what did you say?” is all i get out.
“I said: I’ve seen you around, but I don’t think i have met you...” - she smiles.
“ Oh, I am Emanuel, nice to meet you; what’s your name?”
We get into the usual small talk. “Where are you from?” - “How do you like it here?” - “Why did you come here?”- What are you studying?” - the same old phrases.
As i start getting bored again and drifting off with my thoughts, she hits me with another surprise.
“What did you leave behind when you came here?” she asks suddenly more serious.
“I am not sure if i understand what you mean..”
“you know, every time we go somewhere, we leave stuff behind, and often we go somewhere just to leave where we were. So... what did YOU leave behind?”
Interesting.
Pictures come to my mind. My old life, my broken relationship that drove me crazy, my life between work, party, alc and drugs - “Work hard - Party hard” was our slogan. My divided family that kept criticising me, wanting me to make something out of my liofe, to take responsibility, and to finally finish my education.
I look at her, while I hear myself saying: “I don’t know”.
“Good job Emanuel”, screams my inner voice, “ so much about being true to myself and others.
Try harder next time!!”
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