Since I got a couple of complains I’ll try to summarize what my thoughts yesterday were all about. Maybe I should keep that blog even more english than german? Or I’ll just use different colours for both languages…

Anyway, yesterday I was going on about whether or not it’s worth the effort to crawl along the floor. Not in an attempt to clean it with your stomach in order to save some precious water.

I was more thinking of those times in life when your knees are so weak you cannot manage to walk. You try to get up and for a few seconds it works. But before long you’re back on the floor trying to move somehow. So you crawl on all fours. Even though your eyes are mainly on the ground. Even though the dust of the road is way too close to your sensitive nose. Even though it does not only leave stains on your clothes but also wounds on your palms. Even though it doesn’t look very athletic at all.

Nethertheless – you’re moving. Slower than others. And quite different from others. Yet, you’re moving towards the goal. Better moving this way, than giving up. Better moving this way, than remaining on the spot of breaking down. You’re moving on.

And after all, there’s someone walking alongside who’s eyes are fixed on the goal. Someone who adjusts the speed of the journey to what I’m capable of. Someone who hands a tissue when the dust makes me sneeze. Someone who heals my wounded palms. Who exchanges my worn out clothes. Who supports me again and again in my attempts of getting back on my feet. Someone who doesn’t love me less if I’m crawling or more if I’m heading down the road with this “sure-of-salvation-smile”.

Knowing that, my knees feel stronger already