I dont really know, what normal life means for me. When I am busy propably… Right know, I am trying to figure out, what belongs to my normal life, and what not. That is difficult. In fact, I hate any kind of „normal“, what ever that means. Normal sounds boring. But sometimes I need some boreness, just to calm down and to overthink.

What is happening here? What do I really need? What do I want? Time is short and I definetly want too much. So I have to sort out from time to time. I can not be everywhere. I have to focus. And when I want to focus on more, I need to live with the fact, that it wont become that great. But this is how life goes. We only have 100% that we can split somehow.

Right know I am just happy. Satisfied in a way. Even when I look at the news. But I feel that I have some place inside me. And in cologne. In this world. I have a right to be and to exist. And I try my best. I am selfish, arrogant, hard and emotional. But what the fuck. I am ok.

I love my life. My normal and my unnormal one.

I have so much good, nice and lovely people in my life, that makes me feel like that. I experience so much power. We have the power to change this world. When we believe and support each other.

PEOPLE HAVE THE POWER: not money, governments or companies.