Reflecting on living life in a few words. From my perspective.

Anybody can write a book. Only few write a good one.

The same goes for AI-written text. Copy becomes dull and bloated. It’s on us to refine it. Simplify it. Justify each sentence and every word.

Don’t let AI pull us down to average.

We always travel with a sharp kitchen knife.

If we can’t have good food, we can’t relax. Between picky kids and food restrictions, an ‚easy night out‘ is hard to come by. Not to mention the current economic reasons.

So we cook. Three-course menus and stuff. The quality of the kitchen is as important as location when choosing our accommodation.

And we travel with a sharp knife, a peeler, and a set of basic spices. Because without, cooking is no fun at all.

It’s 2026 and people still feel the social pressure to have a “coming out”. Thought we would be beyond this by now.

Why should anybody other than me care about who I love? Or how I express love?

Loud, he calls tonight
into the dark silent void
forever hopeful.

I always felt sorry for people having to commute to work. So much time, just wasted. But reading a short post on Thisness… on Sourcefeed today got me thinking.

The commute can be a ritual. Quality time. Being alone with yourself. A stop at Starbucks. The first morning coffee. Singing along to the new album of your favorite band.

Working remote, I have to deliberately create moments like this. Maybe having to commute isn’t that bad after all.

Think of everyone who’s left a mark on your life, from the day you were born until today. Now imagine a map that shows where they are. No, not like Google Maps. Like the Marauder’s Map from Harry Potter. And imagine the map moves through time, tracing everyone’s path.

I bet you’d see quite a few „paths crossed” — people walking right past you — years before you’d actually meet them.

If we all would be a little bit more like Terry Godier, the world would be a better place.

Thank you for doing what you are doing, Terry.

I feel like we should normalize ending meetings five minutes early and starting five minutes late. And spend the extra time to talk off topic or grab a coffee. Just ease things up by default.

Pasta, pepper, cheese, water, salt. Five ingredients. All taste. Life can be so simple.

Man, do I love my coffee routine.

On that note: I think it is really essential that we teach our kids to embrace boredom. Just sit and don‘t think of anything. Can you?

Screen Time should also consider frequency and the overall total of opening an app or the phone itself. How often have you picked up your phone today to do… nothing, really?

I made a mistake. I borrowed my father’s Zuriga espresso machine while he is traveling.

While watching one of Apple’s stunning screensavers on the Apple TV, I just realized:

there must be several film teams constantly traveling the world on the hunt of new drone shots that capture the most spectacular perspectives of our planet earth.

Well… maybe in another life.

Elon Musk is a terrible person, but his company caught a gargantuan rocket booster with “chopsticks” today.

Imposter syndrome can hit hard.

Raising a child is the toughest job on earth. It has good compensation, though.

I’m fully aware of our consumer society and its implications. I tend to lean against consumerism.

But the urge to have, to need something I discover that ticks all the boxes, is so strong. It’s really hard sometimes to take a step back, to resist and reflect.

Isn‘t it odd that our sun, the single most influential and essential factor for life on earth, receives almost no credit from today’s major religious movements?

Fun fact monday: Ferrero, the manufacturer of the infamous Nutella hazelnut spread, purchases one-quarter of the global hazelnut harvest each year.

Raising a child is hard, especially today. And tomorrow. And probably the day after tomorrow, too.

One year ago, we spent three weeks on the Azores. With our then five- and one-year-old kids, the trip was challenging and exhausting—and is one of my fondest and most cherished memories so far.

I don’t need motivational or inspirational posters on my wall.

Instead, I watch our Clematis montana as it stretches toward the sky, climbing the rope inch by inch, all the while sprouting new leaves and nourishing butterflies with its vibrant blooms.

Approximately 4,000 weeks. That’s how long I’ll live (statistically)—make ’em count.

Once again, we just had free, fair and secret elections. This can not be emphasized enough.

A few days ago, I had a million-dollar idea. Maybe.

Some days, you just try to get from one cappuccino to the next.

It’s fascinating how people’s attitudes to punctuality differ.

Even with two kids, we are usually plus/minus two minutes ‘on time’. We don’t compromise to achieve this. It’s an essential part of our organization and logistics.

Time is the most valuable thing each one of us has. I try to respect other people’s time.

Seven hours. That’s the amount of sleep I need to function… pretty well. It’s way less than how long I would sleep without kids, though.

Add another seven for work, and seven more for family life organization. That’s 21 hours to keep it all running, and leaves up to three hours a day to spend however I want.

That right there. That’s privilege. Prosperity. And when I’m old and wrinkled, I’ll reflect on how I spent those three hours every day.

Water falling from the sky is great. Seriously. I don’t mind. You do you.

But… what’s the point of doing it for two weeks straight? And why the fuck can’t you stick to your schedule like everybody else!?

Back in my second hometown. Feeling nostalgic.

Living in the old town is something special. You just walk out the door, and everything meaningful is a five-minute stroll away—like locally roasted coffee or homemade pie.

Taking some time off with the kids (5 and 1). Planning and logistics are so crucial to make relaxing holidays actually possible. I don’t think childless couples realize that.

A few more years and it will be much easier. Well, at least the logistics part.

I rely way too much on random peoples cranky opinion.