Glance into a restless mind E-Book

Marius Block

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Deutsch

Seitenzahl: 36

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Fühlst auch du dich allein, machtlos, unverstanden und in eine Form gepresst - zumindest hin und wieder? Strebst du nach mehr als deinem immer gleichen Job, wirst unfair behandelt, doch lässt dich nicht beirren, die Dinge weiterhin positiv zu sehen und deinen Mitmenschen mit Liebe und Respekt zu begegnen? Oder hast du es oftmals einfach satt und denkst ans Aufgeben, obwohl du im Grunde genau weißt, dass dies niemals eine echte Option wäre? In seinem Debut "Glance into a restless mind" erzählt Marius Block von seinen Problemen mit der Welt, in die er hinein geboren wurde, ohne jemals gefragt worden zu sein. Als Mensch, der bestrebt ist, den Sinn des Lebens in seiner eigenen Person und seinem Handeln und nicht etwa in Übernatürlichem zu finden, musste er schwere und zermürbende Zeiten überstehen. Dabei half ihm stets die Musik. Aber auch die große Liebe durfte er entdecken und dies in einer wahrhaft außergewöhnlichen Form. "Glance into a restless mind" ist nicht nur ein Buch für alle Aussteiger und Außenseiter, sondern in erster Linie ein angenehm ehrlicher unverschleierter Blick in eine rastlose Zeit, der trotz der nicht immer leichten Materie für jeden Leser einfach nachvollziehbar ist. Marius versucht dabei keineswegs zu belehren oder gar zu behaupten, er hätte den "heiligen Gral" zur Lösung aller Probleme der Menschheit beziehungsweise seiner Generation entdeckt, er stellt lediglich seine Gefühle und Sicht der Dinge in einer Mischung aus autobiografischer Erzählung und zeitgemäßer Poesie lebendig dar.

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Marius Block

Glance into a restless mind

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Inhaltsverzeichnis

Titel

Zitat

Glance into a restless mind

Vorwort

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Impressum neobooks

Zitat

No pressure! – Things will start moving on their own.Be happy!

Glance into a restless mind

Poems inchronologicalorder:2011Love & LoseBroken True FriendsDistanceShardsWeather2012Teardrops on my Keyboard Still FightingValentine’s DayMask of MakeupBeauty2013Quiet RiotJust Quit!This Life2014MaydayDecay2015Dawning of Day

Vorwort

This book is dedicated to anyone who cares, anyone who has got feelings and is aware of being careful enough not to hurt somebody else.You are not going to have the easiest of times on this planet and might have already experienced quite rough ones.Such times will be coming back – over and over again – but surviving them you are going to make it so much further in life and live way more intensely than every single one of the closed-minded, ignorant non-believers walking around, harassing sentient beings.

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I grew up in a small town.My early years were rarely spent in the presence of other children my age.Most of the time I was inhaling the content of all the books my parents and grandparents were reading out to me.Especially the relationship to my mother I found extremely important.

She used to shift-work back then and often had to leave exactly at the time when I came home from the kindergarten. I remember myself sitting on the wall of my grandpa’s frontyard every day - still waving into the direction her car had left minutes ago.At the age of three I broke my arm and was forced to spend an unendurably long period of time inside this strange building, called hospital, so far away from the only person that I thought could help me.I have never been quite like anybody else in my surroundings, kindergarten or school, but according to what my family members told me, I still was a happy kid, in my own happy little world.

Later on I noticed, that I wasn’t really able to make contact to human beings of the other sex, who I was interested in.Neither talking, nor writing to those creatures ever seemed to work out as expected.So instead of taking girls out on dates, I took my skateboard out for a ride every day, and for several years it made me happy enough to push my other longings further away.

After I had come home in the dark, I often felt kind of an urge to give something back to the piece of wood that made me feel so whole and alive.If I had not known for sure, that my companion had no feelings at all, I would not only have stared at its contours at night, but would have taken “her” to bed with me.Again, I felt alone in a way, where I had so much love, that I wanted and needed to share with an actual person so badly.A constant struggle of telling myself to wait for the right time to come and not understanding the world around me had started to develop.

At around the age of fifteen I rediscovered my passion for playing music, which I had left resting for a couple of years. A strong force pulled me into the direction of a way more alternative style of music than I have been into before.Combining these two things, I started my first band with a few guys from school.Quickly I realized that our understanding of the style we wanted to play wasn’t really the same.An ever-present potential for conflict, paired with our sheer inability to discuss problems properly, kept us from writing own songs, so that we nearly only performed heavily distorted cover versions of radio hits in front of roughly twenty people that would not have come to our show, watching, listening, if they hadn’t known us well enough to provide that kindness.Despite that, I was still proud of what we did. So I felt frightened by the capability of the other members to tear the whole project apart and destroy my only opportunity to be creative, express myself musically and, for the first time in my life, do something that could possibly impress girls enough to care about me.