Coffee, bleak sunshine, a favourite book (The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell), online praise music. Walking around the flat, sighing in front of the computer, translating animal rights activists and steering documents of vocational education. Am I good enough? Will I ever be happier than I am now? What will I have for a late lunch and why is cooking so boring? What is the meaning of life? How long is the season of unrequited love? What would you name a self-help group for people who talk too much?
Answer to the last question: On and On Anon.
2 comments:
Guess the question themselves are enough in asking. the answers aren't always there but the fact that you ask them will probably give that meaning to like we all seek. Coming by your blog (like what... ages) makes me remember the age-old questions we ask. And ask again.
Take care PP and always keep writing. =D
Yes. Questions will keep coming, thanks to faithful blogger friends popping by!
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