21 Apr

I feel the need to write something, I just don’t know what about…

The sun outside? The lack of excitingness? The pile of work that only seems to get bigger, even though I’m working all the time? The need for a drink (a serious drink with cool people)? The lack of passion inside?

I don’t really know. There’s a lot that I don’t seem to know these days. Who am I? What do I want? And most of all: what am I doing?

Not that I’m not happy. Actually, I feel quite good. As long as I don’t think too long ahead (thinking ahead has never really worked out before, why doesn’t my head get that?).

The clue is relativation. Einstein knew it. What is that, important? What is that, life? What is that, working on a sunny day? It’s all just as bad or as good as you want it to be. It’s all just relative.

(Turnes out that when I just start typing, some pretty filosofical stuff comes out. Wonder where that came from?)


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