Du und deine Veggies
ihr seid ein schönes Paar,
und mit uns Bauern isst du nicht
-- das stellst du sofort klar,
als du mit Gemüsetasche
aufschlägst auf dem Campingplatz.

Und es folgt ein wahrer Schatz
an Geschichten von Gerichten
die dein Leben transformieren,
deine Schlacken transportieren
und diese Toxizizität
rückstandslos eliminieren.

Als ich aus der Tanke wanke
entfaltet sich ein Melodram
denn du musst beinahe weinen
vor Empörung und vor Scham
beim Anblick meines Schokoriegels,
des einen.

Was, wenn ich dir offenbare,
dass ich nicht nur Schokoware,
sondern Haribo verzehre?
Gott bewahre! Keine Ehre.

*Disclaimer: Ich habe nichts gegen Gemüse, aber...


I wrote a small piece about anxiety. It’s not very analytic, more of a free-floating writing exercise that was part of a „deep philosophy“ course I participated in. Still, I wanted to share it here:

Anxiety is a loss of meaning that shows itself most clearly in the alienation from that which we had previously taken for granted. It can be triggered by something as small as the repeated articulation of a familiar word, which suddenly loses its sense, grows alien to me. It can be triggered by the realization that the everyday, the seemingly banal, is infinitely complex. A handshake between colleagues becomes an intricate ritual, a piece of smalltalk suddenly strikes me as an orchestrated and fragile encounter, the rules of which are hard to figure out. I might feel like a cog in an unintelligible system, desperately trying to find its function.

The loss of meaning that we encounter in the everyday also points to something deeper: The fragility of human existence, the un-naturalness of everything that is man-made. Nothing is a matter of course, everything is equally unlikely and surprising, miraculous almost.

Anxiety creates disorientation, and disorientation all too often leads to paralysis.

What is courage, then? 

Courage is the ability to face and accept anxiety and the disorientation created by it, to not let oneself be paralyzed by anxiety, but to take a playful attitude towards it. We are called to dance in the face of the abyss. But how?

There have been dancers all through the ages. Those are the people we call sages. Maybe we can follow in their footsteps, somehow.