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 is done all over again sometimes makes me a bit cynical about life. 

You gotta be open enough

Okay,,,what happened?

So strange to think that a message sent from so far away can cheer up my day. Not necessarily being part of each other´s daily life possibly makes things harder but more interesting. Being together, even though apart, demonstrates how much willing and effort needs to be put in a relationship for it to bloom.

Maybe reality just hit you.

You met someone else

You cried about us being apart?