Warning!
This is a book for the open-minded only!
If you feel that you already know all about the mysteries of our existence, your view of life is set and you would like to keep it this way, then this book is not meant for you. Don't bother reading...
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An Attempt Gone Wrong
You can't fall if you don't climb. But there's no joy in living your whole life on the ground.
– Unknown
Although it was still early, my parents had already gone out. Tina was. . . somewhere. Probably visiting her boyfriend.
Yes, you have read correctly: her boyfriend. My prudish little sister had somehow completely changed her views on life - and on boys in particular - and was currently going steady with Max.
Yes, the Max, who had hosted that fateful party.
When or how this had happened, I had no idea. Tina had never talked about it, until Max had turned up at our doorstep one summer day, asking for my sibling.
Mum had not seemed to be surprised at all, so I guess she had already known. . . Well, I did have a tendency to be a bit oblivious to other people's lives, at times.
Anyway.
In the meantime, while my thirteen year old sister was out having fun, I was stuck at home, feeling a bit sorry for myself.
Sighing, I put on a record.
What good is a boyfriend, when he's locked away in the barracks. . .? I thought petulantly, when the first riff of the group Saxon sounded through my room.
Beni.
Our relationship sometimes still confused me.
Did I like him? Yes.
Did I love him? Love was such a strong word. . . I was very comfortable with him, was more like it. I absentmindedly picked up my faithful, battered yoga book from the table. I had placed it there earlier, because I had wanted to check something.
Deep in thought, I sat down on my bed, crossing my legs. As it was getting dark, I switched on the reading-lamp. Its soft light immediately created a cozy atmosphere in my room, which helped me to relax.
Did I miss him? Yes. But not breathlessly. My heart definitely did not speed up every time I thought of Beni and I did not have the urge to write his name on every available surface and adorn it with little hearts.
Still, I wished he were here.
If only, so I won't have to spend my Saturday evenings alone in my room! I mentally added, my annoyance with his thoughtless behavior flaring up once again.
I mindlessly flipped through the small book in my hands. 'Meditation'. This single word somehow caught my attention and instigated me to - once again - read the instruction on how to start practicing it by concentrating on a candle-flame. I had wanted to try out this thing called 'meditation' for ages, but somehow had never taken the time.
Hm. I do have candles. Somewhere. . . My eyes swept over the many different items cluttering every available flat surface in my room. I didn't spot any out in the open, but there had to be one. Probably in the depths of one of my overflowing drawers.
