Spring
I seem to have an intriguing dialogue with the Universe. However, it feels more like arm wrestling rather than a genuine conversation. Whenever I state something, it immediately proves the opposite. That’s one of the reasons I’ve stopped trying to be "clever" lately. Cold or warm, whatever comes, I have endured in silence. I’ve slowly realised that this is life: working like a machine from morning till night. You can hate it, but you can also find beauty in the small moments, even in the steam of the morning coffee. Without coffee, there’s no chance to survive anyway. This new phase of life has brought new values and a different worldview, and a certain calm. Things go on, even if in a very different way. I miss my old self. I barely have time to get to know the version of me. There is no chance to spend much time together. And then there’s the quiet pressure of seeing how many of my friends, close to fifty, are stepping off the carousel called life. It pushes me away from me...
