What’s left, when you’re gone?

Life is a series of goodbyes

We see places, moments and most of all people fleeting by our eyes. Some stay for a while, some even come back and some we can’t hold on to as long as we’d liked.

These elements shape our life and make us human. They remind us about life’s nature.
Every moment, every place, every human, every experience leaves an individual trace inside of us. This makes up much of our personality and consequently makes us influence others, too.

Following the old saying of ‘You don’t know what you had until it’s gone.’, I want you to focus on that exact time frame. From your own perspective, mind you, and regardless, when or whether you plan to come back or not:

On the time after you have gone.

 

To be missed is a grand privilege

As our nature is finite, we aim to hold on to pleasant things as long as we can.
Ultimately, something’s or someone’s worth is determined by how much it is being desired when it is..well, missing.

It can be a harsh truth to us, feeling not to miss something we thought we would or starting to miss something we disregarded all that time we had it right at our fingertips.
Missing someone or something probably is the most honest way of appreciation, but little times the other party will know that.

We will all agree, regardless of how much it might hurt, that we would rather have our life filled with things we will miss, than things we do not miss at all.

 

What do you bring to the table?

I am a fan of self reflection and of our ability to actively shape our lives.

Let us think about it: What is left of us to miss, when we’re gone?
And by that I don’t necessarily mean gone from this world, it can be leaving the workplace, moving town, the end of a friendship, finishing a vacation, going home after a visit.

Nothing lasts forever. It is not meant to.
And for the time we are part of an equation we are able to either make ourselves be missed or to leave no particular impression or even worse than that.

This is something that can’t always be done at will, but is dependent on ourselves as a person, within a specific environment, in a certain situation.
Also, it is always about the other person. We can’t miss ourselves. Only others miss others.

As much as life seems to revolve around us personally, we will be gone one day.
And then what is left?

It is the things we brought to the table. Our impact on the others, our traces, which will shape their lives and make them impact even more lives.

 

What do we leave behind?

In every life, there are certain areas which we influence the most.

Most of the times it is our family, which we have the chance to influence. Starting as a child, even small choices can shape this entity. Maybe one day we expand our family by introducing additions and create a chain of development and influence.
For some it might be all about the job, the things they own, the boxes they ticked off.

So, have we caused happiness, have we been constructive, have we been true to our beliefs, have we kept our word, have we inspired others, have we helped, have we made the world we live in a better place for those who live in it with us?

A little Egyptian Time

Would I have ever thought I would find myself in Egypt this year?

No. Not at all!

The invitation came just a month ago, as my cousin announced her engagement and wanted to have some of her friends around. I happily obliged!

We had some wonderful days in Cairo and learned quite a lot! Some lessons I will try to transport in here.
Also, pictures:

 

 

Lesson 1: A guide is worth their weight in gold

A foreign country has its traps for us gullible tourists. So it is somewhat vital to have someone to advise you, what to go for and what not to buy or listen to.

We were in such luck, having my cousins fiancé and another guide they knew lead us through the thick of the experience and recommended only the best of souvenirs to us. Such were quite edible, many times.

 

 

 

Lesson 2: Egyptian Time

This phrase we learned when it was time to meet and get in touch with the locals.

It only reflects the laid-back attitude of the people, which we Germans always tend to marvel upon. Life is busy, everyone has their own exciting story to live and so, the next big thing sometimes has to wait up for half an hour.

 

 

 

Lesson 3: Traffic

At first sight: Chaos! Honking, driving up close and virtually no rules to follow.

We Germans are used to obey the firm rules of our streets and it gives us much comfort. So this is new, but can be understood.
I learned: These drivers are all connected. Not by anonymous and ever-controlling rules, no, only by communication.

All honks and sometimes shouts are meant to tell the other what is going on and make all the tight maneuvers possible. And by tight I mean but centimeters!

By foot, you need to be a bit daring to cross a street, but you can trust in the drivers: They see you and you make sure you see them, too!

Not one accident we witnessed those days. And even when the traffic got slow, it still moved through the veins of Cairo.

 

 

 

Lesson 4: Sugarcane Juice! (or: Food!)

Ever since I left Southeast Asia, I missed my favourite drink: Freshly pressed sugarcane juice.

And as I learned that my overly glorified drink is also served around the Nile, I rejoiced and took every opportunity to taste this goodness! And as far as expectations go: It held up quite well and I will continue craving it.

Other than that, we dove into the local cuisine and tasted fresh and hot and puffy and sweet and savoury meals and put those moments into some dear categories in our heads.
In that department, a local guide comes in quite handy, too.

 

 

 

Lesson 5: Go up!

It is fun to be in the streets, but the sight of a huge and thriving city is something else from above!

And what felt out of this world was seeing the iconic pyramids from afar. Even from the plane!

 

 

 

Lesson 6: Shukran

Of a language very different to your native one, you can only learn a few expressions in a short trip.

The most important was „Shukran“, which means Thank you. We witnessed a lot of generosity and love and lived in a less touristy area, so expressing gratitude was an important way to communicate.
Combined with the gesture of putting your right hand to the heart, it felt natural and as if I was a part of a society so different from anything I know.

And gratitude is the common thread in our endeavour, from start to finish!

The End of the Archives

To do something you surprise yourself with is a rare phenomenon, at least for myself.
Most of my life, I was all about preserving and holding on to items and routines and this “my stuff” thing.

Nostalgic me wouldn’t throw beloved treasures away. Nooo Sir! That would mean the materialised loss of a potential memory or worse: The loathed position of needing something you no longer possess.

So, my archives grew. Anything I ever claimed possession of, I stored. Some things not for very long, also replacing, selling, even throwing out at some points.
Though always consciously holding my hands over the treasures of old, dating back to elementary school times and even before. You couldn’t throw away those things, no way!

Of all the things I own, it was some kind of sediment. Things that were just there, holding ever fading memories and mostly taking up A LOT of space at the bottom of drawers and cupboards.
But it was somewhat comforting, as I knew I would always find something I look for, as I couldn’t have thrown it out. The process of finding was something else, as this kind of archive wasn’t well structured…

That’s how I left home, going to live in another place for half a year. I packed the things I needed and left only the big things, like the home cinema and all furniture. Also, I left this sediment, as I didn’t need it on my journey.

On an occasion I had to travel back for a weekend.
Strange feeling, to have left and still be back in the familiar place. It was nice. As I had some free time on my hands and needed to pick some items up that I thought would be useful at the other place, I started to go through my stuff and slowly came to a realisation: Now would be the perfect time to REALLY go through my stuff.

As all the things at the other place had already proven to be sufficient for living a good life, plus half a day of free time at my hands I went for it.

I just took everything that was in my possession out of the closets, drawers, boxes and dark corners.

When I had arrived, my room was as clean as it hadn’t been in a long while.
Now, it was a total mess! Intentionally that, as it was MY mess, which I wanted to clean up in the confined time I had at home.

An individual is made out of many elements, of which one is the material things one possesses. The nature of those things defines part of a person’s nature.
As often as I found elements of my past within myself traveling, growing, evolving, I still held on to the items that were dear to me way back in time.
But sometimes it can be quite liberating letting go of things.

Not often hours run past as quickly as at times like those.
Also, it felt like time travel! As I knew I did in fact not need any of those things for my life, I was in a fruitful mood of throwing stuff out.

In the end I had two trash bags full of memories and over 20 kg of paper that all went into the bin.
Some things went into the pool of toys for my nephews and niece, some very little items I kept and quite some treasures went to my dad to make use in the workshop of or finally get rid off.

That night I could barely sleep as my mind was all busy computing the overload of impressions I had put it through.
But one thing stood out: Relief! Not only would I return to a neat and clean room, I now really knew every single last item I own and it is not just a blurry mess of the past – some heavy sediment.

Bonus: I can finally use up all piled up travel-sized bottles of shampoo, popcorn kernels and canned jackfruit I once got from the oracle!

Many people do this on a regular basis, which is a fine thing to make a habit from!
But I always feared this. Throwing out my past seemed daunting and never the stars aligned just like at that special weekend.
Now, it will be easy. As the things to clear out can’t be ancient or nostalgically precious.

In fact, in other areas I’ve already started doing things like this the past weeks.
Making sense of all my folders on my computer’s harddrive, sorting my digital collections and even at work I am lucky to do things like that.

It feels good, actually clearing the deck and amplifying the clear view into the future, as there is a significant little speck less to look back at.
This way, my blog’s name is honoured once more: Sir Oliver Evolves!

Cold Start

One month goes by quickly.

More so, when you constantly experience something new. And this month is not one that’s lost in time, quite the opposite.
I think I have done many things for the first time, in a way, and have taken unexplored paths inside my brain.
This might be the key to time: The more memories (memorable moments) you have, the more you have made of your time.

It is exciting to live in a different place and shape your life around new circumstances. And I have to say: Those circumstances are pretty neat and that I am grateful for.

Even though being in a new city, I have not gone out as much as I would have liked.
That is because of the cold and the grey that waits for you outside. But still, I have done a fair share of wandering and loved it so far.

I even went through the struggle of keeping my hands out of my pockets and on my camera.
The discomfort and pain paid off, which I would like to share with you today:

The days are still short, but on some there is enough light left after work to explore the sights around.

And oh, what sights they are!

I also have a nice hill to climb right on my doorstep and after going up in the dark once, I knew what would be a nice view in the day.

This one goes out to those who like to look at the stars and beyond.

 

In the end, the fierce winds blew me back inside, but I will face it again anytime for this!