I wanted to share a text with you that I wrote years ago. I want to start writing more again and just looked through some of my older pieces.
I’m a bit out of practice because my life has been very turbulent and challenging these past few years, and that’s why I haven’t written much.
I’m sharing this text because somehow I feel it right now, and I think it fits well into today’s “me-first society.”
So I’m starting to write again. Gently and slowly, but probably more honestly than ever before.
This text was originally written in German. The following is an English translation that tries to capture the meaning and emotion as closely as possible, though some nuances may inevitably be lost in translation.
The phone rings. you glance at it and decide not to answer. The caller doesn’t give up. He tries again and again. Every time, you let it ring. After a while, the phone goes silent. you get a message on your voicemail but decide not to listen.
You turn on the TV. Some documentary is on, but you don’t really follow it. Today, you don’t feel like company, you want to be alone. You grab a pack of chips from the cupboard — the regular paprika ones.
You eat every single chip slowly and savor them. They’re gone quickly.
Someone knocks on your door. You quickly turn down the TV volume so no one notices you’re home. You want to avoid talking today…
You hear someone running down the stairs — almost sprinting.
“Who was that?” you wonder briefly, but quickly push the thought away.
Meanwhile, a movie is playing, but you don’t like it. You turn off the TV, get up, and grab something to drink — the chips made you pretty thirsty.
You pour yourself a glass of water.
On your way back to the sofa, you grab your smartphone. “What’s going on on Insta?”
So you scroll through the feed, see funny animals, beautiful people, and inspirational quotes.
The voicemail notification is still there. You keep ignoring it.
After Instagram, you scroll through Facebook, but it somehow bores you.
You consider maybe listening to the message after all.
So you dial the voicemail number and are shocked.
You hang up, put your phone down, and break into tears.
Someone wanted your help, you ignored them, and now they’re gone. They couldn’t go on, they didn’t want to anymore…
It’s raining. You stand with many others at the funeral, everyone is crying, and you wonder how things might have been if you had answered that damn phone…
Sometimes it’s the small, seemingly insignificant decisions that can make the biggest difference — a brief moment where you give your attention, a simple “yes, I’m listening,” or picking up a call.
These are the moments that can change or even save lives.
But often fear, uncertainty, or the need for peace get in the way, and we close ourselves off.
We forget that no one can always be strong, and that it’s especially important in moments of weakness to have someone there who listens.
The greatest strength isn’t always managing everything alone, but having the courage to allow closeness and to be there for others — even if only for a brief moment.
Because sometimes that very act of “accepting” makes the difference between hope and despair, between life and goodbye.
), my mood is much better. Who knows whether it’s because of Seductress, Emperor Executive, EOG, or my upcoming ovulation.
). No distractions at all.
. Otherwise, I would’ve shared a little feel-good dance Clip 
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