

That’s what is a “bitch” about life, that nothing is EVER in the bag. You have to keep your eyes on it, push it, make the right choices, do it, and then, maybe, it gets into the bag.
I am talking about projects. Big or small, it is never in the bag until it is in the bag.
They say it is not over until the fat lady sings… but that is for spectators, that don’t enjoy the show.
A participant, it is never over until it is done…
No matter how good it looks now, no matter how good it feels now, in the next moment it can tumble, go south, the whol













Recently I found myself finding my life blah. So I set out to regain my will to live… because with blah comes no will to leave, much like when you are forced to eat tasteless food, you lose your will to eat.
Most of the things that make sense are wrong: optimism, hope, big desires, motivation…
As far as I can see back, Christmas was a painful reminder that I am alone.
There have been several awakenings in my life.