You may have noticed that I have been writing less frequent at this blog. I have lost the… creativity that is necessary to develop the articles. I have attempted to write, looking at a white sheet. No results. I just do not see the point commenting politicians, on whom I do not have any influence. I am not sure if it is worth… if life is of any value when it has only worried about the collective interfering with it. My mind is being bothered by questions about “the point of things”. I need to rid it of my worries.

I have been writing before about my life, how it has developed for some time. In general, I think I am experiencing too much pressure. The pressure instigated by the things that cross my mind. Love, work, money, too much time alone. Panic. Joyless.

Over the past years I have developed an attitude towards “things” and “life” that focuses on enjoying the little things that happen. There is always more suffering and sadness around, therefore I should profit from the little nice things. It has made me more observant and aware of the things happening around me. But, I think it cannot serve as a replacement for some basic (survival) necessities. My life has become dangerous to me. Hence, I started having panic attacks.

So, when we turn it around… what would make my life worth living? What would make every day life more comfortable, so that fear will be pushed back to its original place?

Extending the base of like-minded people. Moving to a new home. Not house, but home. More space. Working in an environment that encourages creativity, hard working and self consciousness. I guess I like being around scientists, though I am not one. I am interested in business and politics, but I do not know how I fit in. Besides, I favour working on my own, but not alone. I need to generate income from something that I like doing and which I am good at. This will be a big change.

Sooo… I have decided to quit my job (which will end per 15th of May) and I will be writing some articles for the Brussels based, liberal Mises Youth Club. From here on… I’ll see. It is time to encounter the love that wants to share her life with me. The fears will probably remain for a while. They are my handicap. I will treat them that way. There needs to be more joy in my life. Without joy every investment is a waste of capital.

Man… over two hours of struggle to put this online. Better times must be ahead.