It has been a long time
In fact, it has been a long time, since I’ve been writing here, but does it really matter?
In fact, my love to Sundays has changed a bit. They somewhat ki ck you out of your rhythm. And when you’re here where I’m now, distant from family and other regularities, this can be hard. There is nothing besides friends to rely on when time suddenly evolves and there is nothing left that you have to do.
It’s getting harder on Sundays to find the way back into daily life. And the moments, if you take Sunday as one long moment, that allow you to rest, are somewhat disturbing. They make you see what you’ve missed. Espacially when you don’t feel like resting, since nothing is achieved yet, but the world makes you resting. This is good most of the time, but not now. Absolutely not.
Next stop Taiwan. I’m looking forward, since this will be a nice journey, and not so many moments to stop, and a time to stay in the flow, with people that like to stay in the water for a long time. Check out Terje Hakonsen, somewhat this guy got it all, if you watch
his eyes, you’ll notice.
In my younger days
This wouldn’t have been so hard
I would’ve just shrugged it off
But now it’s tough
I’m not so rough
I’ve got a little ways to go
It’s not over yet, I know
But it feels
Not so far away
In my younger days
This still would’ve knocked me down
But I would’ve just bounced right back, you know
Now I’m a statistic
But I’m not fatalistic
I’m not yet resigned to fate
And I’m not gonna be ruled by hate
But it’s strong
And it’s filling up my days
Eels. In my younger days. End times
