Are there more lives or just one? With this dilemma I am done. What matters is to always be fair. Which makes it easy to make friends everywhere. I was not raised in any religious way. And since I was a diligent student, I believed in science. Life had many surprises in store for me though. Exploring alternative psychology in my thirties I involuntarily started to explore the spiritual level of human existence. I liked the idea of reincarnation right away, because it gives us so many opportunities to make things right. I found it much more gentle than the harsh catholic...

Success is such a sacred word in our Western world that it is rarely questioned. As long as you can measure something and compare it with others it is a potential success. Consequently, the Westerners have neglected things that cannot be measured: love, trust, health, honesty. A man is successful, if he makes a lot of money. If, on the other hand, his colleague at work makes less money but is a lot nicer to his wife, this other colleague is not successful. Kindness is not only hard to measure, it is also a private thing. And in order to show success one has to concentrate on public things like money...

To be or not to be – It is a rare dilemma to see. The question of life is how? To burn in the here and now? Or to smoulder in fear of tomorrow? When I was really young I used to think I could work all the time. Resting was optional. Until at the age of 22 bipolar disorder with psychotic traits broke out. First I had a raging mania and then I was lying in bed all the time. I experienced two extremes that were both very difficult to bear. Ever since I have been trying to balance the extremes in order to have a more normal life. So I do burn, but just a little and then I continue the safe smouldering....

One can smell it here and sense it there: the big old fear these days is everywhere. A glance at ads telling us we are ugly, fat and old suffices to make us feel everything else but bold. Love, the heart’s fuel, is of another kind: it is a rare jewel, these days hard to find. Love is like a beggar in a busy street: few have time for him to meet. Fear, like a virus, is easy to catch, whenever two uncertain hearts match. Love on the other hand is more difficult to spread: only the open hearts can taste its bread. The darkness of fear can only prevail until the heart is under its veil. To the light of...