Life is nice. Ups and downs, rain and sun, at the end, it is nice. It is in between
I sit in a European Romanticism class at the University of Washington while the rain is playing outside as always- hide and seek. I think I stopped begging it to stop anymore, I almost always lose. However, I decided to become friend with the rain, so that is how instead of being surprised, whenever it comes out, I greet my old friend that is coming with the new freshness. However, I would advice a little bit more innovation. Anyway… I drink a sip of my morning coffee. Can you believe that I did not have a cup of coffee yesterday? The taste of milk in my coffee today… just reminds me how everything is so habitual. I used to despise is for a while, for a week, or two weeks and now it is … old new thing, old new taste. You see how the old is new, and the new soon becomes old too, and that cycle keeps us alive. Yesterday I had this moment of confusion which is the regular thing that happens every once in while in order to strike my comfort a little bit. Being far away from home can draw me far away from everywhere. Here and there. I lost the sense of reality. I won`t go to the philosophic explanation about what IS reality, but yesterday I only knew that I could not find it in any so far known definition. It was exactly the feeling of being nowhere, physically but also mentally. Now i hear about Goya and his break down. I wonder what were the things that kept this philosophical mind alive when touching the floor. I feel like those things would be the people I love in my case. I need to encourage them! Why this inversion?! I realized that in order for even keep myself alive, I need to keep the rest, so that somehow they will keep me alive?! What is this cycle again? Oh, I don`t know. I know nothing, absolutely nothing.
