Open a bottle of champagne while cleaning, then stay with the drink – heal your mind rather than soulless furniture. Or get stuck in a traffic jam, but sing along all the way; there are people who manage to turn boring everyday situations into a party.
The greedy of life are rarely those who impose themselves on others, rather the yelling void that seems to be the constant shadow of those who manage to poison the most beautiful events with their sad and bitter opinions.
He is these people fuming about how ridiculous it is to spend savings on just one event, or what a waste it is to drink that expensive wine on an ordinary Wednesday for no reason.
The opinion of whether or not you should spend a lot of money on a special occasion is polarizing. Some people are more than happy to spend their hard-earned money on a single day or a single memory. One would think, ideally, that everyone can or cannot do with their money precisely what they want, but, alas, the voice of the Bourgeois is always happy to let everyone know exactly what they think of such a prodigality in life:
“Unreasonable and stupid” is the verdict of many small minds. Intergenerational with this attitude, they nod in unity, blank facial expressions and mirthless hearts lighting up even briefly. Raison! The need to respect the rules! Frugality! …ideas that make most life artists swoon. But these thoughts seem to awaken something like a long-lost enthusiasm in those who want to indulge the appetites of life’s gourmets.
I interpret investment in the festivities of life as incredibly romantic; be in love with life and fun! Who needs the past, or the future, when the present can taste so sweet?
Instead of a car or a trip, we invest in a party with loved ones. It’s a reminder of how generous and forgiving many people are.
Life should be a party, not a to-do list
Life is characterized by a mixture of banality and twists of fate. We can’t protect ourselves from either. But we can counter them with beautiful reflections.
The blows of fate are usually terrible or sad. But each of us encounters them from time to time. These are the days of horror that we look back on with sadness or fear for a lifetime. And then there is the day-to-day. No matter how crazy the job, no matter how imaginative your partner is, no matter how adorable your children are – at some point, everything becomes routine. The days melt into each other. The color changes to grey.
But what about the unforgettable beautiful days? Those we will fondly remember for the rest of our lives? Most of the time, it’s the memories and victories we’ve made and created for ourselves, milestones we’re proud of, or just celebrations of life.
Behind these days and memories are people who have set goals or thought about how to appreciate an occasion in a special way.
If we consciously stopped celebrating life, everything would become a gray mass. I don’t know any city like Berlin, which is full of events of all kinds every day:
Cool expected events, surprisingly tense events, events that would be banned on most of the planet, and still completely unexpected events.
Because life is still celebrated here, and the Bourgeois are a minority.
In Berlin, we poison ourselves to live, we dance to calm down, we work while others sleep, we love the one we hate, and we hate the one we love. Everything makes sense precisely because nothing makes sense.
So you birds of paradise and gluttons of lifedon’t let the dark pigeon of society drag you down.
A side note, here: pigeons, in fact, can fly very well if they want to, but they generally prefer to walk.
They give up the best view out of fear and laziness. And as they panickedly dodge panicked people, they get run over by cars.
The Bird of Paradise prefers to fly away, and Berliners throw themselves into the waves of the wild nights and days the city has to offer!
Because even those who drink green smoothies and do yoga here during the day, even they have two faces. Often even three, four, five or 99 faces. How boring would a person be if there were no contradictions, no different facets?
So celebrate the beginning, the end, the middle, the “nothing” and the “all at once”! Celebrate death and life! Celebrate events as they come and events that don’t even exist! Still.
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Text: Marie F. Trankovits, photos: Frank R. Schröder/iHeartBerlin
Marie F. Trankovits traveled the world until she fell in love with Berlin. Currently working on his writing career.
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