Looking at the other side

A blog full of contrarian views

I must maximize the silent time and remove as many activities as possible for a while.

Writing is a non-negotiable for me, but public writing is not.

I hope to one day resume writing here.

Thanks for reading.


Not the kind mixed with fear, but pure sadness.


“Watch your thoughts, they become your words; watch your words, they become your actions; watch your actions, they become your habits; watch your habits, they become your character; watch your character, it becomes your destiny” – Unknown

One-way friend's favourite quote, taken from his website.


The visit to the Butcher store happened yesterday instead of today. I had some time before dinner, so I went.

The intention was to walk there, but I was feeling lazy and took the car. This time, being lazy was wise because as soon as I get there, a pouring rain started.

I didn't meet the butcher though. He was doing his butchery craft on the back of the store while his son (?) take care of the customers—since it was near closing time, there weren't that many.

The kid speak some English, although he seems uncomfortable doing it. He's a kind and shy little gentleman; or that's my first impression.

I didn't know what meat cuts to pick up, my wife used to take care of this when we were together. I asked for some advice and went for some lamb, tartar, and beef—entrecote and sirloin. Plain, without marinate.

The price was a bit higher than in the AH, but it seems worth it. I'm planning to visit the local butcher store every week, and next time I'm going to pay with cash.



This sounds surprisingly refreshing today.


I'm getting tired of the meat I get from the supermarket.

I mean, it is okay, but okay is not enough any more.

Apparently, there is an excellent butcher in town (if we can trust Google Maps reviews). The meat is more expensive there, but I can afford it. I rather give my money to a local business than a chain supermarket. Hopefully the meat is worth the premium price.

Visiting the slagerij might well become part of my Saturday's rituals. Maybe after drinking coffee on the bistro next to the church.

That sounds good. Very good indeed.

#Life #Random

If you're into weirdos writing weird things (a.k.a. personal websites), this fella collected a neat list of useful links where you can start your search.

How did I find this website? I don't remember, life's serendipity, I guess.

#Links #Serendipity

I'm working on sharpening my daily schedule.

This morning I hit the gym at 06:39h. (it opens 06:30h.), then sat down in front of the computer to work at 08:24h., went out for a walk at 12:43h., end my working day at 5:44h

All that is okay.

But okay is not enough any more.

Better. Gym at 06:30h., sharp; start working at 08:00h., sharp; going for a lunch walk at 12:30h., sharp ... you get the idea.

This seemly trivial change is important. Not being sharp with time creates a creeping and undesirable mental effect. It opens a possibility for slacking or even skipping.

No. No, no, no. It does not matter how shit I feel in the morning, I'm in the gym, 6:30h, sharp.

Feelings are neither avoided nor suppressed, no. I might feel sad while working out. Feelings are free to come and go as they please. But life keeps moving at its own pace, and I'm not falling behind and drown in some disgusting self-pity.

I trust that, by sharpening my schedule, other aspects of my life will get back on track as a consequence.

#Life #Daily