Mittwoch, 15. Juli 2020

The 'Impact' of Neon Genesis Evangelion

First of all, I would like to tell you, go watch it for yourself! Learn your own lessons, take your own essence out of it. Ignore the fact that it's animated. It's worth it.

Second of all, I need to get out all of the thoughts about this series. I have nobody to talk to about it and it's frickin' killing me! (Subtle hint...WATCH IT)

So if you decide on watching for yourself, stop right here. (Spoiler Alert!)

To outline all of my thoughts, I basically need to tell the whole story. 




Watching this series started with the melancholia that overcame me as I discovered the sequel of Digimon Adventure, called Digimon Adventure Tri. This anime taught me so, so much about friendship when I was a kid. So I rewatched ALL the digimon series. 
(Yes, I'm aware of the fact that I'm 25. Yes, I regret nothing. It actually refreshed my japanese-skills)

The melancholia continued with the other handful of anime series which had a huge impact on me. I have no idea if it is coincidence or a certain kind of storytelling which caused the fact that it was only these few anime series which actually changed my way of thinking and acting. (As you may know, I even have a character from one of these series tattooed on my leg.)

Whatever, when I finished rewatching "The Candidate For Goddess", I wanted to watch another series about huge robots flown by humans to save the world because I never got over the fact that this series was canceled in the middle of the story, so I needed a substitute. So I stumbled over Evangelion and I can tell you, I had NO idea what kind of journey I started with this decision. Silly me.

Neon Genesis Evangelion is one of the most influential animes of the last 20 years. It changed the classic "Mecha" genre (huge robots fighting) completely and director Hideaki Anno left a HUGE impact on the creation of anime-characters. His new definition of the classic "anime-hero" changed the game completely.

And now we are already in the middle of this journey. Yeah, because Evangelion is a huge, life-changing journey. At least that's what it was for me. It is really really hard for me to put into words why Evangelion is such an experience, but I'm gonna try.

The Story

Neon Genesis Evangelion starts with the young boy called Shinji Ikaru who is called to Tokyo-III by his father Gendo Ikari. Tokyo-III was built after the Second Impact, a huge catastrophy which killed most of the human population. It's the year 2015. His father is the director of an organisation called "NERV", which was founded for the purpose of fighting a new threat to humanity called Angels. 

The Angels appear in various forms, mostly geometric and abstract and everyone of them is completely different. After the appearance of an Angel, Shinji is summoned to fly a huge human-like machine called EVA. (short term for "Evangelion") He doesn't understand why, nobody is telling him anything, his father is standing in front of him, glaring with complete indifference. He doesn't want to do it, he's scared. So they order another pilot, Rei. She is severly injured, she can barely move, but Gendo says "she's not dead.". Shinji can't stand the view of the young girl suffering, so he agrees on piloting EVA-01. 

"I mustn't run away" he keeps saying to himself.

You're 5 minutes into this series and you're already unbearably confused. Why the heck does he have to do it? Why the heck do they lay the future of humanity in the hands of a teenager? What is this thing? They don't even tell him what to do! WHAT THE F? 
So he gets out, faces this Angel-thing and of course, he messes up horrendously. He almost dies. Of course! Boom, first episode over. Left with a gazillion of questions.

The next episodes bring a lot of reality into the plot. Cleaning up the mess after the fight, rebuilding the city, Shinji moving in with his commander Misato Katsuragi and her pet-pengiun PenPen, going to school, learning what the (official) purpose of NERV is, learning to pilot EVA-01 properly.

It's a pretty scaring reality. Creator Hideaki Anno takes away every loophole of fantasy and creates a real world where humans have to adapt to a new environment. The EVA's run on electricity, they hurt people, destroy infrastructure when they fight and everything needs to be fixed again. No magic, no flying, no fantasy. Blunt dealing with life. 

Once you're thrown into this alternative concept of reality, you start to adapt into the story. The characters, which are as blunt as this reality is. 

And this is the part where it get's really heavy. This is the Impact of Evangelion.

But wait, he survived the fight? How did he do that? We learn that EVA-01, with Shinji almost dead in it, went completely berserk and killed the Angel. A gadget that runs on electricity runs berserk? That's the moment you realize, that this is not about the heroic journey of NERV, Shinji and the others to save the world, it is much much more than that. It is about humanity playing god, about vulnerability, family, love and hope.

Character Shinji

He is the most important part of my Evangelion 'Impact'.
To me, Shinji is the personification of all the lessons Evangelion bears.



Shinji has a bad relationship with his dad – he was left alone and lived with his teacher for years and now, out of the blue, he is being summoned to pilot this EVA thing. The answer to Shinjis question why he has to do it, is "because no one else can" – but not in the "you-are-our-only-hope-and-we-believe-in-you" way, no. Shinji is the only one who is physically able to control EVA-01.

Gendo's indifference towards his son is made clear. And Shinji is a weak, sissy, whiny boy who is 100 % dependent on being told what to do by others. His purpose in life is to fit in so he doesn't get hurt. Not that much of a hero-material, to be honest. So why is he the chosen one? And what is with his mother, anyway? We'll get to that later.

Despite the fact that Shinji couldn't take the injured girl fighting the Angel – Shinji is piloting the EVA because he is desperate for the approval of his father. He gets a chance to show his dad, that he is worth something, in this case worth piloting EVA-01. He suffers a lot under fighting the Angels, he hates it, at some point his weakness even takes over and he quits. 

But it didn't matter to anyone, neither to his dad nor to Misato, who was taking care of him - and it is made very clear how much this tears Shinji apart. But of course he doesn't have the guts to really quit and Misato also wants to give him another chance - Shinji's hope of his dad's approval is still desperately alive.

Right before he attempts to leave, his two classmates Toji and Kensuke show up and Toji wants to apologize for punching Shinji in the face. Tojis little sister got hurt during EVA-01's first battle and he blames Pilot Shinji for it. 

In the second battle, Toji and Kensuke accidentally got lost in the battlefield and found shelter in the cockpit of EVA-01. Shinji kept fighting and they saw Shinji's endless pain during the battle with their own eyes, which changed their view on him. 

Toji says, he could punch him in the face for revenge and after some hesitation, Shinji does. He is glad, but he also admits that he is a whiny coward and not a hero. 

He knows about his weaknesses. He knows about his desperate wish for approval. He knows.

Yet he keeps going. You keep asking yourself, if he is actually getting stronger and that the role of piloting EVA-01 benefits him in building his own character. It seems like he's growing. 
When the third Pilot, Asuka, appears, you see him getting kind of confident, also a bit sassy, even if Asuka is making use of every opportunity to point out how stupid and whiny Shinji is ("Baka Shinji" is her nickname for him - "Idiot-Shinji")

Asuka is a very striking character - a pretty, loud, cocky, over-confident girl. But you learn very, very quickly, that this is her way of hiding her deep vulnerability and weakness. He develops feelings for her (and I'm pretty sure she does for him, too) and gets so confident, that he even attempts to kiss her. (while she's asleep, and he also does other things, so he's basically still a whiny coward)

She mumbles "Mama" in her sleep, which makes Asuka vulnerable for the first time. Yeah, you get the impression, Shinji is growing. But of course, it's his father who destroys all of this in one blink of the eye.

There are three EVA Units. Prototype EVA-00, Pilot Rei. EVA-01, Pilot Shinji. And the first proper combat Unit, EVA-02, Pilot Asuka. 



The government decides on sending another Unit to Japan, EVA-03. Toji is chosen as the pilot for the  EVA-03, but everybody misses the chance to tell Shinji. During the synchronization process, the NERV team detects that Unit 03 is possessed by an Angel. 

It is immediately declared the enemy, so Shinji has to fight. The moment he spots his enemy, he realizes he has to fight an EVA with an actual human pilot in it and refuses to fight. He is almost killed by the Angel and still refuses. He would rather die himself than kill another human on purpose, he says.

So his father activates a system called the "Dummy Plug", an artificial intelligence which mimics the behaviour of a Pilot. The Dummy Plug fulfills the order of annihilating the Angel and it does. Shinji  tries desperately to stop it but he can't, he can't control EVA-01 anymore. He is forced to watch how  EVA-03 is brutally torn apart, how the pilot capsule is crushed into pieces by his own hands. He spots Toji inside.

Shinjis reaction afterwards is very childish, irrational and aggressive. He refuses to leave EVA-01 and threatens his own father with destroying the NERV headquarters, which he is definitely capable of.

He is unbearably angry at his father, all his hate and anger hidden behind his weakness and inability to stand up for himself is canalized into this desperate act. Of course Gendo manages to deactivate the Unit and get Shinji out. 

He is paralysed in his pain and pledges that he will never pilot an EVA again. His father doesn't care, he even accuses him of committing a crime with the misuse of Unit 01. He despises his son for acting childish and irrational, for not being able to see the bigger picture of saving humanity.

I shared feelings with Shinji 100%. I was so shocked by this plot twist, Shinji being forced to almost (he luckily survived) kill his friend Toji. This weak, desperate character who took the first steps towards confidence, ripped apart, AGAIN. By his father, AGAIN. It broke my heart and I was like "Yeah, you go Shinji! Stand up for yourself! F*ck that stupid EVA bullshit!" 

Of course, you as a viewer get slapped in the face with a development in the story which leaves you no other choice but admitting:

"Am I as childish as Shinji was? Is the cruel Gendo actually right?"

This was one of Hideaki Anno's genius moves to make you realize how deeply you identify with the characters of a fictional series. And how easily this construct can be crushed. 

Shinji literally is the only one who can pilot EVA Unit 01. (I'll get to that later, I promise) After his final decision to quit, he is talking to Kaji, the ex-boyfriend of Misato, while they are watering Kaji's watermelon field. He says, if he would be able to do anything for humanity, he would do it. If he had the chance or the capabilities, he would make use of them. Shinji's conviction crumbles. Meanwhile, the next Angel is attacking. Shinji is forced to see the bigger picture. But I'm also pretty convinced Kaji also had his own egoistic reasoning for saying that to Shinji.



He constantly keeps asking himself "Why do I pilot EVA?" He also keeps asking his companions Asuka and Rei. But he can't find a proper answer, except for the fact that he wants to appeal to his father. He starts questioning his worth as human, that he is worth nothing but being a pilot. When he's not a pilot – he is nothing.

He is stuck between his duty to pilot the Evangelion and the deep crisis this duty has caused him. His way to fit in and to do what he is told, caused exactly what he wanted to avoid with it – Pain.

The moment he sees his companions Rei and Asuka suffer under the Angel attack changes the game and he instantly decides to get into EVA-01 again to beat the Angel. But his power cord is cut by the Angel and the five minutes of  battery life were not enough to get rid of the Angel. Shinji is stuck. Asuka and Rei are defeated. 

He tries everything to get EVA-01 running again and his desperate wish to save his companions causes EVA-01 to go berserk again. Unit 01 literally rips the Angel into pieces and even starts eating it up, with the consequence of absorbing the Angels S2 engine, an endless, self-sufficient source of energy. So no wires for Unit 01 anymore. But it also led to Shinji dissolving in LCL, the liquid which connects the pilot nerval system with the EVA Unit.

The Human Instrumentality Project

Here comes the mindfuck-part of this series. Of course there are a lot of hints right from the start, that there are a lot of secrets behind these huge human-like machines but I never ever would have expected THAT. It's completely messing with your mind, but it's the second big part of the brilliancy of this series.

Let's jump right in: EVA-01 is basically Shinji's mother. Well, at least her soul. Ten years ago, during early experiments with EVA-01, Shinji's mother Yui Ikari dissolved into LCL, just like Shinji did now. So she's not dead, but her body could not be "re-materialized" and her soul remained inside the EVA.

This time, they managed to materialize Shinji again, but his mother Yui is still inside EVA-01. Based on a lot of cruel experiments and a lot of dead Evangelions, NERV found out two things: The Evangelions have to be connected with a human body. They have to synchronize through the LCL. But to achieve a "synchronization-level" which makes the pilots able to control the EVA's, both parties have to be deeply connected. And which connection is deeper than the mother-child connection? Right, none. It's based on accidents, but turned out to be extremely efficient.

EVA-02 contains a part of Asuka's mother. She was involved in the experiments with combat Unit 02. She lost the part of her soul which was able to recognize Asuka, she got psychotic and even tried to kill Asuka before she killed herself.

Easy equation: Only the children of these two mothers are able to pilot the EVA's properly. That is why the pilots are called "Children". Of Course, both of them don't know anything about this at the beginning.

But what's with Rei? She is the key to the next mindfuck-part. Rei is actually a clone of the remains  of Yui Ikari (her soul) and the Angel Lilith. Who the f*ck is Lilith you ask?

Let's skip back to the Second Impact. The incident that is taught in school as a huge meteorite which caused the melting of the polar ice caps, consequently a drastic climate change, the dissapearing of landmass and a massive reduction of the human population, wasn't actually a meteroite. (Of course!)

We even have to take another step back. In the universe of Neon Genesis Evangelion, the planets of the galaxy are implanted by the seeds of wisdom (black moon) and the seeds of life (white moon). The seed of wisdom is inherited by Lilith, the seed of life by Adam. There is only either one of the seeds provided for every planet, when the seed of wisdom is planted, humans evolve. When the seed of life is planted, Angels evolve.

Unfortunately, on earth, both of the seeds were planted. Lilith landed on earth after Adam and because Adam was still locked by his Spear of Longinus, Lilith's seed could evolve.

In 2000, humans discovered the body of Adam at the north pole and during a contact-experiment, Adam and the whole north pole blew up, with the Second Impact as the consequence. But a few remains of Adam were found later, in the shape of an embryo. That is the reason why the Angels are attacking earth, they want to get to this embryo to fuse with Adam and destroy the human population, so the Angels could evolve on earth.

But humans have different plans. Adam and Lilith are the essential of a range of experiments to create god-like creatures which could defy the Angels. But the ultimate goal was to create a a real god by the human hand. The Evangelions are the result. All of them are cloned from Adam, except for EVA-01 which was cloned from Lilith.

Lilith is locked in the base of the NERV headquarters by the Spear of Longinus, which keeps her under control. The liquid that is leaking from her wound is dripping into a huge lake under her, because it is the basic ingredient for the LCL. It can be defined as some kind of "primeval soup", the base of all human life.

The Organization SEELE, which is standing behind NERV on the other hand, has their own plan of realizing the next step of evolution. For them, the creation of the Evangelions is part of the Dead Sea Scrolls, a prophecy which precisely describes the future of the human population and their next step in evolution. 

The next step basically is to let all humas dissolve into LCL, remaining as souls but united as one, so there is no pain, anger, loneliness or other problems caused by human interaction. A huge lake of souls, happily ever after.

The plan is to defeat all the Angels so there's no potential danger for the human population left and the last step of evolution can be accomplished. It was never clearly explained how, but the goal was to intentionally cause a Third Impact with another contact experiment, where Shinji, Adam and Lilith are the most important factors.

Relationships as the ultimate flaw...again.

We need all of this information to go further with my 'Impact'. In the end of the series, it turns out that Gendo is the crucial point of a lot of tragic incidents which endanger the whole project. Let's start with his wife Yui. 

Gendo & Yui

When the story of the two meeting is revealed, you quickly understand that Gendo always has been the way he is in the present of the series – cold, blunt and a scientist with all his heart.

There are a lot of people who still think that he only married Yui to take advantage of her knowledge for his experiments, because she came up with brilliant ideas concerning the progress of the Project Eva. As I thought back to the actions Gendo took throughout the series, I actually thought the same. He married her and made a child with her – two perfect laborary rats for his purposes. 

But there are a lot of hints, that her "death" actually was the hardest thing he had to deal with in his life. When Gendo visits the grave of his wife with Shinji, he says "By forgetting memories, you survive. But there are some things am man should never forget. Yui taught me about those irreplaceable things. I came here to confirm that." – Well. The first time this cruel man is admitting some kind of feelings. The theory of using Yui for his own sake crumbles. 

There were no real answers about Gendo's intentions in the original series, but in the movie "End of Evangelion", we learn that he used the Human Instrumentality Project for his own purpose: To reunite with his wife

He implanted Angel Adam into his hand and wants to fuse with Rei and Lilith, so all of them could become one, he and his wife included. If he couldn't be with her in real life, he did everything he could to be with her in another way. Poor guy.

The Tragic Triangle: Gendo, Ritsuko & Naoko

Ritsuko is the brain of NERV. She takes care of all the technology, monitors and analyses all tests and executions concerning the EVA's and the pilots. She is also responsible for the supercomputer "Magi" which was created by her Mother, Naoko Akagi. Naoko created the three parts of the computer on the base of three personalities of herself as a mother, as a scientist and as a woman.

Ritsuko is very reserved and avoids getting too deep into private and emotional conversations, even with her friends. Towards the end of the series, after we learned how Gendo met Yui and how she dissolved in EVA-01, later we learn that Ritsuko has been in a secret sexual relationship with Gendo.

Years before that, her mother Naoko already was sexually involved with Gendo. 

Both of them developed a morbid jealousy towards Rei, as she is kind of a clone of Yui. When Naoko fell in love with Gendo years ago, he ended the relationship because he told her, that because of Yui he will never be able to be in a commited relationship. 

When she meets Rei for the first time, the little child blurts out, that Gendo calls her an annoying old granny. She gets furious and starts strangling Rei until she chokes to death. A few days later, Naoko commits suicide. It's not made clear, but there is no evidence of outside influence.

Years later, her daughter Ritsuko also gets sexually involved with Gendo. 

Ritsuko always wanted to distance herself from her mother, as a woman and as a scientist, but as you can see, she still is in the shadow of her mother, in the most tragic way. When Gendo presents her to SEELE as the new "base" for the Dummy Plug System, she has to stand nude in front of them. 

Rei is not just a clone of Yui and Lilith, she also plays the main role in the production of Dummy Plugs. Her "soul" is transfered into articifial intelligence and a lot of "empty" bodies are produced in case she dies and needs to be revived. Ritsuko stands there and says "So I'm next, huh?". She is devastated about this kind of humiliation and destroys all of the Rei Dummies in revenge, while she explains to Shinji who Rei really is. 

She also attempts to destroy the whole NERV headquarters by programming the Magi to self-destruct. But the woman-part of her mothers AI denies access – so her mother basically chooses her lover over her daughter, even after her death. Gendo takes the opportunity of her shock and kills her. The last sentence he says to her is muted, only Ritsukos answer "LIAR!" is audible. 

This caused a big wave of discussions in the fan community. There is a theory that the title of the final "End of Evangelion" Episode, "I Need You" is a reference to this muted sentence. 

Montag, 28. September 2015

Impressions; Thank you.


 My first smile after the fear was gone. © Katrin Stöhr


Oh no, more than one post a month, no good! Waking up at 4:40am and not falling asleep after an exhausting weekend because my brain is exploding with thoughts, no good either. This huge overflow of thoughts made my fingers so eager to hit the keyboard that I already have to get everything out.

Yesterday, the last race of the iXS German Downhill Cup took place. Not the last race of my season, but the last race of the big season. 
I hinted in my last post that right now is not the ideal time for the relationship between me and my bike. Even if writing down that my doubts are caused by irrational emotions and that none of them are necessary helped me a lot, I still struggle hard to withdraw myself from them. 
The good news is, I finally finished one race, the race yesterday. The bad news is, I'm back to zero. Back to where I was when everything started. And I think it's time for me, to write it out.

The thing with my overthinking comes with a lot of self-consciousness and self-doubt, which is not really a good combination. The older I get, the better I deal with it, I do my best to be a better person every day and work on myself as hard as I can. I grew a lot of tolerance towards myself which also led to a big tolerance towards everything and everybody else around me which in turn led to a kind of inner peace. 
But then there is this thing with riding. 
I clearly remember the moment eight (!) years ago, when my hands touched the bars of a Mountainbike for the first time and I felt that I finally found my missing piece.
One week later I broke my collarbone for the first time. 
These two moments are the best representatives of all the eight years on my bike: Heaven and Hell.
And when I think about it right now, I honestly have no answer why I kept riding back then. The only thing I remember is the ridiculous amount of effort I gave to keep riding. It just meant everything to me. My several injuries and surgeries in my first years led to a lot of headwinds, especially in my family. My passion got judged as a phase of puberty, as a rebellion against my parents, as a stupid mood that would go away, I was basically ridiculed every day. In school, I was the weirdo wearing boxer shorts under her pants who only had one topic to talk about: her bike. (I still love you guys, HOPE!)
Also under my riding-friends, I was the clumsy, half-assed bitch who constantly broke her collarbone. 
But when I sat on my bike, put my feet on the pedal and did the first pedal strokes, nothing mattered anymore. Every single time I thought everything was worth it. Heaven and Hell.
The hardest thing for me was and still is hurting my mom. She always suffered under a huge amount of sorrow every time I went out with my bike. I started lying a lot, telling I would to something else instead of riding, I hid every bruise and I even tried to hide my second fracture. I didn't want her to worry but I couldn't quit either. Heaven and Hell. 
Someday we found a way, I took care and my mom started tolerating it and I got used to being completely alone and without any support, I myself was my biggest fan. Just me and my bike.

But there were always periods where all the wounds and fights forced me on my knees, when standing against the constant headwind got exhausting. I wanted to quit so often. These moments when I realized that I don't make any progress, that everything I did bored me. But I also was too scared to take the next step. This was usually the moment when I changed the discipline which only helped for a certain period of time. I basically ran away. In combination with my deliberation, this mindset developed into a control issue over the years. Every step forward was a potential danger. 

All of this was meant to change when I first met the people who I am allowed to call my loveliest friends now. When my last boyfriend (I don't like the word 'ex') and I went on our first bike trip together in Lac Blanc, I met this his friends, this huge crowd of crazy people, and they welcomed me so warmly. The moment when all of them waited for me at the chairlift and waved at me was the BEST thing ever, nobody did that for me before. We rode the whole day together in our big group and I was never this happy on my bike. But not only them, also my boyfriend was patient and supportive, showing me lines and techniques and acting SO cute when he asked if it was ok to ride without me. Unconditional support for the first time and I finally realized how much I needed that. Half a year later I moved to the town where all this lovely people live, my boyfriend wasn't my boyfriend anymore but the happiness stayed. I felt welcome. And at home. So amazing!


I finally found the courage to move forward, I got faster and better on the bike, I started to reach my dream to ride the way I knew I could. Because there was a handful of people who believed in me. Even my mom was proud of me, showing around pictures of me riding and making them her screensaver. I felt (and still feel) so incredibly blessed.
I even got so cocky that I wanted to start racing again, so I registered for some races.
And as if I wasn't lucky enough, already on the first race this year I found my "racing-family", a handful of amazing people who took me under their wing. Also with incredible, unconditional support. (Coffee in the morning, cooking dinner, fixing my bike, packing my stuff, bathing in rivers, taking pictures of me...Thank you so, so much.) I really struggle to find the right words to describe the gratefulness I feel every day.

©extreme-pics.de / Benjamin Prescher

So, where are we now? I finished one of four races, I crashed countless times, I was shaken with fear over the last few weeks, all of my progress is gone. How did that happen? I got pushed back into my headwind-tunnel and I immediately ate shit, helpless without my safety-cushions.
Because even with the greatest amount of support and love, change doesn't come overnight. 
For me, every ride is a fight. I have good days when I can turn off my head and I have the days when I burst into tears because I feel the blockage coming up, which are actually the most days. 
I take this baggage on every ride with me and to be honest, I don't know how to get rid of it.

© Katrin Stöhr

But there are also a few things I know: Last weekend, I got from shaking fear on the first day to a 20-sec improvement on the last day and all thanks to the kind words of all the people around me. 
I sat in the chairlift and the nice guy next to me asked how I feel on the track and when I told him that I was  scared as hell, he told me to just keep riding, no matter how fast and one moment the fear will be gone - and he was right. (Thank you Mr. Unknown)
My result was SO bad, but everybody around me was supportive and lovely and to be honest, this was exactly what I needed because I still don't know what to do next.
I feel like quitting again, I'm starting from zero. AGAIN. There's no way to run now, this is the end. 
Three choices: Quitting, stop acting like a crybaby or leaving it how it is. 
Somebody said, there's a difference between quitting and letting go. Maybe I should finally let go. 

But no matter what, all I want to say is thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. For every single lovely word, hug, text, call. Especially the hugs, they mean the most to me. Thank you. 
You all have no idea how happy you make me!


Support the people you love. And also the people you don't love, you never know how badly somebody needs a few kind words. Be tolerant, be kind. Always. It can change peoples lives! 


Love,
pwp

Mittwoch, 16. September 2015

Impressions; Progression Doesn't Come Without Consequences


Hello again! It's been almost half a year since I wrote something!

To be honest, I was a bit happy about it because (as you may remember from another post) this blog was kind of a tool to help me deal with things going on in my head. Over the past months I learned to deal with things the grown-up way, sometimes well, sometimes not, but I did.
Same thing with riding bikes, this year I found a new point of view on it and this is what I love about this sport. I fell in love with riding all over again,  but this time in a more grown-up way as well. But this grown-up way also meant a much more intense level of love (this actually sounds like a relationship-story, maybe I should honestly start considering being an objectophile) which basically meant: If I didn't get on my bike for more than a few days, I felt like total crap.
Of course I have been asking myself if I was compensating something else with it, but I didn't want to waste time on thinking about it so I didn't matter. But now I sit here, having a hard time using the keyboard because I feel the ligaments of my shoulder moving around weirdly, as they are not where they are supposed to be. I crashed several times the last week and to be honest I don't even care apart from the fact that I have to take a break.
After I've spent so so many years in my comfort zone under the slogan 'Riding slow is better than not riding at all' I got fed up with it this year!

First step was getting a downhill bike again. But not just any bike, I finally bought the bike of my
dreams: The Norco Aurum! I dreamed about this bike the day it was presented.



Second step: competing in races. More than one race a year. The race calendar of the iXS German Downhill Cup offered some promising, fun stops so everything looked fine for this year!
I had so many awesome days in bike parks, on local trails or where ever I shoved my bike to but the racing thing just wouldn't work out.

It's useless to talk about every single race in detail but they have all one thing in common: I didn't finish one of them. The only race I felt comfy with ended up with a flat tire in the racerun! But that's racing right?



The main thing I had to fight with this year, was to push myself out of my comfort zone. Over the last SIX years, I didn't crash ONCE. Six years ago, 2009, was the year with my last bad injury which involved two surgeries and a long healing process. Nothing really bad, but with a lot of bad luck. 
There were a lot of people around me who made me think my body wouldn't be able to take another crash and I believed them. I was scared as hell. But there was the other side, the side that just could not live without mountain biking. So I tried to find a way to ride anyways, I adjusted my speed to a comfortable level in which I wouldn't crash. But these six years were also pure hell. I didn't ride the tracks I wanted to ride, I did't take the jumps I knew I could do, I didn't race the races I wanted to race. I wanted to quit so often because it felt like hell being at the same level for six years. Not just the same level, there were times where my riding got even worse. 

But not riding was even MORE worse, so I continued. Continued choosing the the lesser of two evils: Riding in my warm, cosy comfort zone. In 2011 I even decided to start riding downhill because I felt there is where my passion lives. And I always told myself that slow progress is the safe progress. But there wasn't any.

I grew up mentally and physically over the years, I got confident with me and my life, with my decisions and my safety-plan just didn't fit anymore so I finally decided to take a step further. It was too late for all of my dreams but I thought better late than never. I saw it as a mental challenge. A challenge for progress, for change. And I also felt like I had the support from my friends and family which made me feel so happy and secure.



But it wasn't easy at all. To gain speed and deal with it, I failed completely. 
I always stopped myself the moment I thought it worked out pretty well.
It's a vicious circle because I'm getting scared everytime I'm getting faster. I feel my body working with the speed, knowing how to move my bike, feeling secure but after a good run I'm always like 'whoa, I've gotta take it slow next time' - One step forward, two steps back. 
So I took it a step further and pushed myself even if I thought about taking it slow, I pedaled harder and forced myself out of my safety-cushions. The results: Several crashes. But it felt so good. I felt that my body could take it, that I could take it. Of course I was scared afterwards and I couldn't deal with the consequences immediately but it felt so liberating. Knowing I could take it. 
Several months ago, when I was dealing with a heavy amount of anxiety of crashing I asked a friend who is racing really successfully and she said: Sometimes it's good to crash, it let's you know that it's not that bad at all. And she was right.
And I wanted to work from here. The next mental challenge, the next step.
But then I got pushed back into the dark hole of self-doubt: Everything I do is useless, its useless what I love about this sport. I'm embarrassing myself, I'm stupid and reckless. Harming my body this way.

That is not true.

I am aware of the fact that my level of riding is nowhere near to be acknowledged but that's not what this is about. This is about myself, finding the way out of the jungle of my endless thoughts. I know that riding my bike is the key to letting go. To set my mind to peace. To get rid of my control issues.
I think a lot about motivation, pushing yourself, I think about it 24/7. I think about everything I do every second, every day. I think about possible scenarios instead of doing it. 
And I know the solution is the complete opposite - to stop thinking.
But this is me, thinking for at least 3 people at the same time. 
Over all these years I was so confident about the fact that I would find a way to match my mind with my body, to teach myself how to let go, but with deliberation. Without crashing.

When you read the last sentence you obviously find the paradoxon: You can't let go with deliberation.
Go big or go home. 

I am the master of my mind. I make the decisions and I still choose to take it slow.
But I still want to change that. I just need a new game plan.

You all may be aware of my BSFL (Brandon-Semenuk-Fangirling-Level) but in this video, Brett Rheeder has a lot of really inspiring things to say, which also led me back to my path. Thank you for that.

Agricultural Education: The Brett Rheeder Story from Freehub Magazine on Vimeo.

Last but not least: The soundtrack to my mood.



Love,
pwp



Dienstag, 10. März 2015

Drei Jahre




Heute möchte ich meine Gedanken fließen lassen wie sie in meinem Kopf schwirren, möchte meine Zeit nicht damit verschwenden, Vokabeln nachzuschlagen.

Heute sind es drei Jahre.
Im ersten Jahr war es ein längerer Facebook-Status, der meine Erkenntnis über Dankbarkeit erklärte.
Im zweiten Jahr wurde an diesem Tag ein Artikel veröffentlicht, der nach langer Untersuchung offiziell das bestätigte, was alle vom ersten Tag an wussten: Es war kein Eigenverschulden. Ich war so dankbar, dass meiner Familie diese Last genommen wurde, sodass keine großen Worte von Nöten waren. 
Heute ist es das dritte Jahr. Und ich dachte, die Worte würden weniger werden, die Gedanken. 
Ich dachte, ich hätte an diesem Tag nicht mehr das Bedürfnis, zu schreiben. 
Doch ich habe es mehr als je zuvor.
Letzte Woche habe ich mich mit meinem Onkel, seinem Vater, im Skiurlaub getroffen, seine Umarmung war warm und vertraut, es fühlte sich an wie Familie. Ich war mit meiner kleinen Schwester, meinem Vater und seiner Freundin dort, auch das fühlte sich an wie Familie. Dieses Jahr habe ich gelernt, was Familie bedeutet. Zusammenhalt. Wir sind über den Globus verteilt und doch sind wir eine Familie.

Jedes Jahr lerne ich von diesem Tag vor drei Jahren, es fühlt sich an wie eine neue Zeitrechnung. 
Ich lerne von den Gedanken, von den Erinnerungen die nicht mehr durch neue ergänzt werden können und trotzdem entdecke ich immer wieder Neues. 
Manchmal überkommt mich die Ohnmacht des ersten Moments und dann halte ich inne, denke daran, wie der letzte Tag, an dem wir uns gesehen haben, mein Leben verändert hat. Ich erinnere mich an die Nachricht, die ich meinem Ex-Freund schrieb: "Mein Cousin ist sooooo coooool!" 
Nikola hat mir Anerkennung geschenkt die ich so vorher nicht kannte, die mir Spätpubertierenden die Kraft gab den ersten Schritt in die richtige Richtung zu machen.
Doch dann fällt mir wieder ein, was zwei Wochen später geschah und das Einzige was bleibt ist unendliche Sehnsucht. Träume darüber, was gewesen wäre, wenn dieser Anruf nicht gekommen wäre. Keine stündlichen Berichte in Fernsehen und Radio, die seinen Namen für eine weitere Sensation emotionslos über die Lippen kommen ließen. Keine Endlosschleife der selben Fragen.

Ich war nicht bei der Beerdigung. Meine Eltern hielten es für besser, ich solle versuchen meine Klausuren zu bestehen. Ich folgte ihrem Rat, doch in meinem Kopf kam nichts an. Es waren nur 1,2%, die mir zum Bestehen gefehlt hätten. 
Nun hatte ich beides nicht, keinen Abschied und keine Klausur.
Doch im Sommer des gleichen Jahres bekam ich das alles zurück, denn ich durfte meine Familie besuchen, alles nachholen, reden, lachen, schweigen. Zusammenwachsen. Alles andere war plötzlich egal.

Letzte Woche habe ich dann gesehen, was damals in diesem Sommer noch in den Kinderschuhen steckte: Die Nik Zoricic Foundation.
Seine Eltern und seine Schwester hat es stark gemacht, seinen Geist am Leben zu erhalten. Jungen Talenten alle Steine aus dem Weg zu räumen, mit denen Nikola zu kämpfen hatte. 
Und da saßen sie, 7 junge, kanadische Skifahrer und Skifahrerinnen, alle trugen das Logo auf der Brust, an dem wir 3 Jahre zuvor noch gebastelt hatten. Seine Initialen: NZ. 
Mützen, Jacken, Schals, Skier, die erste gesponserte Fahrerin; die Stiftung steht nun auf den Pfeilern um ihr Ziel tatsächlich auch zu erreichen. Die Schützlinge wurden trainiert, unterstützt, gefördert und starteten beim wichtigsten Junioren-Rennen der Welt, dem Topolino-Cup.



All das zu sehen hat mich unfassbar glücklich gemacht. Keiner hat aufgegeben. Wir alle haben gekämpft, wir alle sind zusammengewachsen. Weil wir eine Familie sind. 


10.03.2015

Montag, 16. Februar 2015

Eyecatchers; Oh Crap. Pinch Me, Is This A Dream?

Thanks Instagram for ruining my life. Unsuspectingly scrolling through random pictures and out of nowhere hit by THIS:


No not the shoes, the skirts! I totally went crazy, all I have ever been dreaming of: tulle, mesh, midi, pleated, clean, subtle in the most dramatic way possible. And then I looked at the caption. @wmag postet about Dior's Spring Couture Collection 2015. 

Dior. Crap. Haute Couture. Oooh crap. 
I could buy a house, a car, a new bike (more like two), travel for a year, get all my tattoos at once OR I could buy this dream of a skirt. LOOK AT THIS! Stuff had me like:





Source: style.com

Pure Dream. Pure DREAM! I need to win the lottery. Or a sugar daddy. Aaaaw yeah! 
I'll just ignore the fact that I think normal people could never get a hand on couture collections anyway. This probably is the highest level of first world problems I ever experienced, but also the highest level of objectophilia sooo...yeah.

And right at the very moment when I comforted myself with 'you don't have the appropriate shoe for this kind of skirt anyway...', Instagram came up with Topshop Unique's Spring Summer '15 Collection:

C'mon, really?! One prettier than the other.

You sure Marc Zuckerberg can't read minds or stuff? Damn it.

Love, 
pwp

Dienstag, 27. Januar 2015

New Year's Twist

So, over the last two months I went through the dullest and greyest slump I can ever remember.
I wasn't sad, I wasn't sick (except for a little cold) I just stopped doing everything and stared at the ceiling of my bed instead. No bad thoughts, still no sadness, just dull, meaningless staring. I stopped biking, cooking and eating well, working out, yoga, running, meeting friends. And I had absolutely no motivation to change this state. It felt so weird because I didn't want to do anything else but staring at my ceiling. When I had work to do, I finished it and went back to bed. When I didn't stare at my ceiling I stared at my computer screen and binge-watched Friends. All of the 10 seasons. I really loved the series for their exceptional characters who all accepted each other for who they are, awesome idea. But I wasn't happy either. Not happy, not sad, just dull. I have no idea how that happened, but I blame the weather. Winter really hit me between the eyes.

Good thing is, I started to find my way back. Eating well, drinking green smoothies, running, playing tennis, enduro tours. Motivation still is nowhere to find but being sick of this oppressive dullness helps a lot, too. I hope that my old habits come back when I push them myself.
Motivation follows, happiness follows, that's the plan.



But wintertime is always fashion-time for me, which luckily was the one thing that stayed with me.
I collected a lot of inspirations over the endless days at home, got some key-pieces that I cant wait to try out in spring/summer.
I got fed up over wearing jeans, so some other bottoms found the way into my closet.
Flared Midi Skirts and Cullotes are my absolute favourite right now.


Tibi always comes up with a great range of flared skirts, I love the combination with the cropped blouses! 
Source: style.com

 Oscar de la Renta was shining with a perfectly feminine collection again - I would
 LOVE to find a skirt like that. The feather-straps on the sandals are also gorgeous! 
Source: style.com



I also discovered my love for sneakers! Plain, simple sneakers with a chic twist are my favourite.
Shoes in general, I want to wear more pretty heels this year!

Janoskis are my absolute favourite right now. In my eyes, the perfect plain sneaker 
Source: primedelux.com

 


It takes me a looong time, to find heels that I like. Either they are too high to walk on or the shape doesn't fit or or or....but I want THESE!
Source: bodenusa.com











Twisting styles up is the most fun. Chic cullotes with vans, sheer blouse with a sports bra underneath. Love it! Found at theclassyissue.com

Yeah, my main goal this year is to celebrate my womanhood a bit more.
New Year's came a little late for me. Still doesn't feel like a real wake-up-call but it's a baby step. Baby steps back into happiness!
For the smirks here and there:





Love,
pwp


Mittwoch, 3. Dezember 2014

Off-Topic; Essen Motor Show 2014

Ever since I got my drivers license, another stupid, ridiculously expensive industry draw my interest: Cars.
Don't get me wrong, not the 'OMG look at those rims, daaamn check out the V8, aaaaaw yeaaaaah AMG bro!'-kind of liking cars, I prefer slight understatement wagons and engines around 2.0 l and 170-220 PS, like the Volvo V60, Skoda Octavia RS or the BMW 320d.
Another question for 'what the fck is wrong with me?'-category but then I think about my passion for Grey's Anatomy, Sex and the City, baby cats and the movie LOL (the original version not the messed miley-cyrus-one) and calm down again.

Anyways, I absolutely wanted to visit the Essen Motor Show, I can't remember the last time I went to a trade show. It was kind of smaller than I expected and I'm still a rookie, so I just wandered around and took pictures of what I was interested in.
Suprisingly, Skoda presented the best booth in my opinion (they had free slushies! And the hostesses were wearing clothes which actually covered their bodies!).
I really like the brand and their refreshed line, huge props to the marketing head. (VW...'cough)
As I follow the Rally circuit (WRC and ERC) for over a year now, another highlight for me was to see the new Fabia R5 without the prototype paintjob (even if I'm sure the only R5 thing about this R5 was the body, haha).
BMW was lined up pretty nicely, too, but I don't like their new 'signature-white'.
The rest was filled with the standard stuff: Formula One, DTM, a few Dakar rigs (only a month left now!) classic cars, hot rods, motorcycles, merch, rims, suspension, etc.

My highlight was the drift show in the middle of the trade, even if I don't like this drifting-jdm-stuff, the skills these guys showed were incredible!
The guy with the LED's on his BMW absolutely won the style award but the two japanese rigs, a Toyota GT86 and a Mitsubishi FTO (I did a little research, this Mitsu has a Nissan RB25DET engine AND was reconstructed to rear wheel drive, seriously crazy shit and it absolutely sounded like it, too) totally smashed the hall (and my ears) with their exploding turbos. 

The lightning was really really bad for taking pictures with my poor equipment, so only a few (hardly edited) pics made it here...I should've taken my small digicam with me, this little magic wand.










All in all, a really cool side trip into the world of cars! But I'm gonna keep spending all my money on bikes I think, haha, even if I can't wait to put my feet on the pedals of my dream car...someday.

Love,
pwp


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