Before Christmas, I visited a man with whom I had kept a weekly appointment for many years. Something inside me insisted that I should visit him. It could be one of the last times I would see him. I followed my inner voice and tried to call him, but the three numbers I had for him didn’t work. So I decided to show up at … Continue reading Accept Me Without Strife
Avicii (…I know. Hella way to start a post after being MIA for longer than a Tyler Perry series!) Anyway, as I was saying, Avicii’s song has been playing on repeat on my head. …One day you’ll leave this world behind… The Nights by Avicii My grandad passed on recently. We buried him last week. Orada (which in my native language means lion) was 91 … Continue reading Songs of Life
Once upon a time, I knew a man.
I met him at a writing course which he was teaching at Bøler Library.
Today I found out that he has crossed over to the other side.
I felt a strong desire to honour him by sharing a poem he had written.
Continue reading RIP Mr Nils
An old friend of mine passed away unexpectedly recently. He was just 36 years old. He left behind a wife and a 6-year-old boy named Roger – after his favourite tennis player. He was something of a dab hand himself. I watched him play tennis in the junior division at Wimbledon in 2006. Unfortunately, we drifted apart over the years. I went my own way … Continue reading An Indelible Mark
Direct funerals are becoming a more popular option for many. In this post I reflect on the experience of preparing and attending a direct cremation Continue reading Direct Funerals – Saying goodbye to mum
Imagine the following terrifying scenario. You’re on a flight that is out of control and destined to end in a fatal crash. There is nothing you can do about it. The engines have flamed out. The pilots are incapacitated. No one else knows how to fly. Now for some devastating news. This is you in real life. This is all of us, in fact. We … Continue reading Stalling: The Paradox of Meaning
A few days ago, I was watching an episode of The Middle together with my wife. At a certain point, one of the characters started talking about what’s happening when we die. Basically, we get a funeral stone on which it is written the date we were born, a dash and the date we died. So our entire life is represented by a dash … Continue reading The Dash Called Life
The whole point of psychology is to understand the human being, but sometimes it drifts away from this and it tends to see a person as a bunch of projected theories. Some years ago, a dude called Rollo May said something like “F*ck this sh*t! I’m going to make psychology about humans again!” and he developed the existential therapy, which is: “[..] a form … Continue reading The “person-in-the-world” approach
