Travelling travelling travelling. I'm seeing so much, learning so much.
Most days, nothing beats coming home to my home. My bed... ah - have i written about that? It's divine. And most days - I fall asleep just looking at the array of amber lights, beautifully positioned outside my window, creating a spectacular landscape of lights.
No time to even think about what I have achieved for the day. To ask myself if I am proud of myself today- did I do the right thing, or today I was just doing things for the sake of doing things. I really hope to ask myself this question every night.
I love my bed, it is my own. I sleep in the middle if I find it too big.
But there are bounds to have days, where I feel that coming back to an empty home - is just depressing.
Owh, yes it is depressing. I can also admit - this very particular feeling about coming back to an empty home can challenge my whole - being. The very meaning of the choices I made and who I have decided to be.
And should I let this feeling, make me feeling like I have nothing? No one to share it with? Reality is that - it does make me feel like all the success doesn't matter. It does make the fact all the clearer that I indeed have no one to share it with. This feeling, really doesn't feel nice. But ohh - this is life.
And I'm blessed to be experimenting all kinds of emotions and living through it all.
So much love. :D
Most days, nothing beats coming home to my home. My bed... ah - have i written about that? It's divine. And most days - I fall asleep just looking at the array of amber lights, beautifully positioned outside my window, creating a spectacular landscape of lights.
No time to even think about what I have achieved for the day. To ask myself if I am proud of myself today- did I do the right thing, or today I was just doing things for the sake of doing things. I really hope to ask myself this question every night.
I love my bed, it is my own. I sleep in the middle if I find it too big.
But there are bounds to have days, where I feel that coming back to an empty home - is just depressing.
Owh, yes it is depressing. I can also admit - this very particular feeling about coming back to an empty home can challenge my whole - being. The very meaning of the choices I made and who I have decided to be.
And should I let this feeling, make me feeling like I have nothing? No one to share it with? Reality is that - it does make me feel like all the success doesn't matter. It does make the fact all the clearer that I indeed have no one to share it with. This feeling, really doesn't feel nice. But ohh - this is life.
And I'm blessed to be experimenting all kinds of emotions and living through it all.
So much love. :D
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