It happened.
Yesterday I hung up a portrait on my wall. When putting it on, I felt like the decoration wouldn't be there for much longer. It was kind of loose, it didn't quite fit. This situation got me thinking that sometimes we try just to have the pleasure of doing something. If it doesn't last, at least it happened, at some point, around for some time. Life and it´s intrinsic instability, pain will always surrender (as Budha said to us a long time ago). When playing a song on the guitar, cooking a delicious meal or simply taking a long shower some refreshing feeling takes over me.The fact these activities must be done all over again get in the frame of my mind. In the end, should we really mind it? Isn´t an interesting part of life it´s cicles and routines? "I can always try tomorrow" We can always try tomorrow. Falling in love seems like a very hard activity for me. Just like making my bed, sweeping the dust from the floor or simply doing the laundry and the fact...