FREDRIK SCHEIKE

Vilken helg.. I Fredags skedde det helt otänkbara i Stockholm, en terroristattack mitt på blanka dagen, mitt i centrum, med den mirakulöst låga dödssiffran på 4 människor. Ett angrepp på Sverige, ett angrepp på frihet och ett angrepp på vad vi står för. Det hade varit så lätt att med hat och rädsla svara på ett sådant angrepp, framför allt alla de som var i närheten av attentatsplatsen och de anhöriga till offren. Istället svarar Stockholm och Sverige med vad? Kärlek och öppenhet. Medmänsklighet och omtanke. Godhet, generositet och empati. Helt enkelt, det enda sättet att faktiskt avväpna terrorn och att besegra den. Om vi inte är rädda och om vi fortsätter att leva precis som vi lever, fast ännu mera kärleksfullt så kan terrorism och fanatism aldrig rota sig. Jag är så stolt att jag spricker över hashtaggen som spred sig som en löpeld #openstockholm. Jag är så stolt över mina vänner som öppnade upp sina lägenheter och erbjöd stöd, kärlek, mat eller bara en kram. Samtidigt är ...

I guess I have a very disparate mind. I can get ideas, start writing, get to thinking and just go on in that moment, but later when I come back to something it's incredibly hard to get back into that same mindset that put those words on paper/on screen in the first place. I'm not a writer, that's for sure, I enjoy when I can take my time and actually do it but I don't consider myself any type of writer. Mainly because I'm not pursuing it and also because I don't make it into the habit I wish it could be. I want to develop and I believe that at least in my poetry I've found something that I could classify as my style or my voice. Everchanging, bu with a typical stamp. I wish I had the consistency, because that's a huge part of it, the persistence and the know-how to pick up where I left off. To stick with an idea or a thought train and latch on to whatever made it appear in the first place. Maybe, it's just as easy as pushing yourself and practice...

You are not restricted, limited or bound by your past. You are, today, completely free of your past. That's what Saturday's (although I recovered it today) central thought for my meditation was. Now what does that mean? What does "being free of your past" actually mean? As I was meditating, I of course kept reciting the mantra to keep my mind focused, but I've also learned that you accept the thoughts that pop into your head, because if you actively ignore them they will only grow stronger. So I felt sadness and I almost started crying when thoughts of my past came into my mind. Why is that? I don't really know.  I've always believed that your past is what defines where you are right now which in term means that you are a product of it, not that it holds you captive. Your present day and moment are all products of what choices you've made in the past. Everything, no matter how small or big has lead you to this moment and all your choices a...

I write when I feel I have to get something out. Or when I feel I've pondered something for a long time. I rarely lately write for the pure passion of writing and that's kind of sad. I wish I could take more time to actually do it. Well, there is time, there's always time, it's just a matter of priorities and choices really, two of the skills that sometimes I wonder whether or not I will ever acquire. Because how do you? How do you become an expert decision maker? By experience and by making the wrong ones is the easy answer, by making uncomfortable ones is an extension and by never abstaining from making one is the ultimate component. Honestly, I wasn't even going to write about decision making, but as decisions are what have led me to the point I am and what I was really going to write about, it serves as a good starting point. Being poor is expensive. Never have I understood that phrase until I've actually lived it. It's more expensive not to afford...